Chapter 732: The Air Force and the Navy that look down on each other! (Page 1/1)

In the runway, the two warhawks gliding slowly, the silver-gray paint on the surface is restrained and unique, revealing a faint king style, the green aviation indicator light on the belly flashes according to a certain frequency, and the back is facing the dense clouds rolling and surging above, this scene looks like a sci-fi fighter shuttling from the future.

What's the situation?

This is the J-10?

Is this really a J-10?

What about the old-fashioned silver-white standard paint of the Air Force masters?

"These two J-10s are definitely the latest improvements!" The middle-aged controller kept taking deep breaths, trying to calm the turbulent heart, and his eyes looked through the window glass, staring at the two war eagles that were sliding and slowing down in the torrential rain.

At this moment, not only the middle-aged controller was shocked, but also a waiting ground staff in the simple shed apron area of the base was also wide-eyed, almost sluggish, causing a sensation.

The J-10 with the same stealth livery as the J-20 'Weilong'?

Marxism-Leninism, what is the situation?

Torrential rain poured down, and the wind was fierce.

"Bang!"

In the wet base runway full of rain, the two J-10D 'Fire Dragons' that landed continued to slow down steadily, and after a few seconds, the metal device at the end of the tail was opened, and two white umbrella flowers bloomed in the torrential rain, trying to resist the southeast wind blowing from behind.

The southeast, which blows from the sea, is a tailwind.

Shunfeng is not SF Express, which is friendly to thousands of households, this seemingly friendly wind direction word with blessing meaning, but it is extremely unfriendly to any fixed-wing aircraft.

The two white umbrella flowers spread and expanded, like holy white roses, providing resistance area and adding a touch of beauty to the J-10D.

After continuing to glide for about 100 meters, the parachute is released.

In the section of the runway umbrella pick-up, the hard-working parachute pickers who maintain a military posture immediately rushed to the runway, started work in the face of the rainstorm, picked up the heavy deceleration parachutes contaminated with rain, cleared the runway obstacles as quickly as possible, and prepared for the next takeoff.

At the same time, two Warhawks, which had returned to a safe speed, left the base's main runway, crossed the taxiway, and headed for the metal shed apron area with a row of red lights at the top under the watchful eyes of a ground crew member and a tower attendant.

Gaze!

Now, the two mysterious J-10 fighters, which seem to be dressed in silver-gray new outfits with great visual impact, have become the well-deserved focus of the whole base.

Mysterious, novel.

No way, no one has ever seen a J-10 'Raptor' like this.

If it weren't for the overall structural design of canard wing + delta wing + single engine unchanged, I wouldn't have recognized this as a masterpiece condensed into the crystallization of Loma's hard work and wisdom - J-10.

A ground crew member wearing a raincoat stood in front of the front of the tarmac area, holding a military-grade red and yellow electronic light baton, and quickly crossed waves to make movements with different meanings, giving instructions to Zhou Hai and Su Peng.

In rainy weather, flag language and sign language will fail, and the electronic light baton with optical core communication means has the highest efficiency of information transmission.

"Buzz!"

The engine roared loudly, and streams of high-temperature air jetted out, scorching countless pouring water droplets, and billowing white water mist, Zhou Hai controlled the No. 012 J-10D to accurately drive into the No. 16 shed parking position, and stopped steadily in the central area.

Su Peng drove the No. 009 J-10D and parked in the No. 15 parking stand next door.

With the complete stabilization of the two warhawks, the long-distance transfer mission of the twin planes, which spanned more than 1,600 kilometers from east to west, came to a complete end.

Although several members of the HNA ground crew team staying in the No. 16 shed parking stand were amazed by this mysterious J-10 fighter full of science fiction, they did not forget their work, and quickly stepped forward to surround them, build boarding ladders, place tire binders, and carry out logistics maintenance work.

"Squeak!"

The teardrop-shaped glass cockpit canopy was opened, slowly upturned, and Zhou Hai issued a command through voice to turn off the turbofan engine and the flame avionics system in turn, close the main fuel supply channel, interrupt the power output, and disconnect the external data connection between the sharp eye and the avionics system.

A few seconds later, the S-10C turbofan engine was ordered to idle, and the complex internal high-pressure fan quickly slowed down and shut down.

The entire No. 012 J-10D fell into a deep sleep.

Without delay, Zhou Hai took the flying backpack and tactical tablet, got up and left the advanced and fashionable cockpit, climbed down the boarding ladder, and stepped on the cement floor belonging to the Qingcheng base.

Feeling, it's no different.

However, there was a faint smell of sea breeze in the air, slightly salty.

"Hello Comrade Captain!"

The HNA ground crew leader, who was about forty years old, climbed the boarding ladder, and after seeing Zhou Hai's young face, he was stunned and a little incredulous.

Lose your marbles!

As a third-class sergeant major who has always been unimpressed with the Birdmen, uh, Uncle Proud of the Air Force, Xu Ying feels like he's going crazy.

God, what the hell is going on?

A mysterious Air Force J-10 fighter with a new livery is shocking and delicious, but as a result, what kind of trouble is this fighter pilot belonging to the Air Force so young?

Young!

Too young to talk!

Xu Ying, head of the ground crew of the HNA Navy, dared to guarantee that the air force fighter pilot in front of him was definitely not twenty-five years old, no, not even twenty-four years old, of course, it was possible that he would look young, in fact, twenty-seven or eight.

But even at twenty-seven or eighteen, that's shocking enough.

He has been working for so many years, and he has never met a pilot who has been trained in the modification of carrier-based aircraft in his twenties.

If it weren't for the restrictions of the secrecy regulations, Xu Ying really wanted to ask if the extremely young air force pilot in front of him had been learning how to fly since his mother's womb.

It's so surprising and shocking.

"Hello, comrade maintenance, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Zhou Hai's back was straight, his backpack and sharp eyes were aiming, and he raised his hand to the dark face of the HNA ground crew leader who was blown by the sea breeze, with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, and reminded softly: "Only basic maintenance is needed about this fighter, please trouble you." ”

"Okay, Comrade Captain." Xu Ying, the leader of the HNA ground crew, looked at Zhou Hai's smile, was stunned again, felt weird, and nodded.

What's the situation?

Haven't Air Force pilots always been arrogant and can't?

Such a polite and approachable Air Force pilot, Xu Ying is still the first time he has seen him.

At this time, Su Peng's voice came: "Zero, let's go, go and report." ”

"Come, comrades, I'll trouble you next, next time we talk." Zhou Hai responded to Su Peng, turned his gaze to Xu Ying and several HNA ground officers and soldiers, and smiled again.

The words fell, and he left.

Smile and bring people closer.

Regarding the grievances and complicated relationship between the Air Force and the HNA, Zhou Hai, as an Air Force pilot, can be said to be extremely clear - look down on each other.

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