The body is bound by a strong enough strap. In order to make the shooting more beautiful, the comfort can only be discarded. From the hips to the armpits, the straps tightly tie all the links, which brings Yang Yichen a stiff strap feeling, which hurts very much, especially after the plane lifts up and leaves the ground with his feet, the feeling becomes even stronger.

In order to give the camera more feeling, he could only pretend to be nothing and face the camera in a state that I enjoyed it very much.

The helicopter is not fast, but when it really flies up in the air, the airflow that drives Yang Yichen below floats like he is in a gravity-free state. People who have not had professional anti-diaphragm training will basically be killed instantly and vomit directly in the air.

When the weather is the gentlest day, there is no wind or only heat. At least it will not face the obstacles of the wind in the air, and you can enjoy the purest and most natural cooling effect.

The sky is high and the birds fly.

In the movie, Xiaotian's current state is like this. When he left his old army, he accepted such a gift treatment. He felt that he could be with his girlfriend immediately. The joy of his mood was unimaginable. No matter what he would face in the future, having a childhood sweetheart who grew up with him was by his side, nothing was a problem, everything could be easily dealt with, and nothing could stump him.

With this mentality, Xiaotian was not afraid of the unknown journey at all, and enjoyed his own sky in the air.

The entire shooting process went smoothly. After one go, everyone applauded Yang Yichen and the shooting team, including the military pilots and ground support personnel. They really felt that although this picture was not very realistic, if it was put in a movie, it would be particularly satisfying to watch it with a little dramatic exaggeration and for ordinary audiences to watch.

As for Yang Yichen, he is now a celebrity in the military compound. Although the shooting is not in the compound, the shooting location is not far from the military compound. There are cars to and from the shooting site and guesthouse every day. Many people have no way to go home after a short vacation, and they don’t go to the city. They all choose to go to the shooting site to watch. Yang Yichen’s desperate efforts during the shooting process and his own physical fitness and fighting skills have also been recognized by the best among professional soldiers.

Yang Yichen didn't know that one morning when he just returned to the guesthouse after filming a night's scene, the entire military compound had a different kind of solemnity. Many people got up early, put on formal clothes, and sorted out their military appearance neatly. Many school officials and lieutenants in their thirties and forties had a faint sadness on their faces.

Near the General Building in the military compound, some retired veterans and active generals also put on formal clothes early, including two highest leaders of the Southwest Military Region, the three-star generals. They stepped out of the house early, staring at a small building not far away that had been completely empty, and then walked towards the office building.

In the Southwest Military Region, there were three generals with three stars, two of them were first and second leaders, and one was promoted to the day of retirement. He did not give him the idea of ​​working for a few more years, nor did he give him a day of three stars when he was in power. He was completely rewarded for his contribution to the army for many years, so that he could enjoy the three stars after retirement. In view of his contributions in the training and development of the Chinese army for more than 20 years, he specially returned part of the renovation of the Siheyuan in Yanjing, which once belonged to his ancestors, and gave him a title of consultant. He needed to continue to serve the country when the country and the army needed it.

Today is the day when this former deputy commander of the Southwest Military Region officially retired from his home. His home has been moved away. The entire procedures were completed yesterday afternoon, and only one or two short of the last signing of the leader was placed specifically this morning, so that this old soldier who has been working in the Southwest Military Region since the Punishment and Rebellion will enjoy his moment.

He was wearing a military uniform, but he no longer had the rank that represented a prominent identity. He was left with an old man in the evening setting sun. He was not tall and straight, and he didn't have to dye his hair to maintain his image when he retired. His short hair was mixed with black and white, his eyes were not big and bright, his facial features were a bit handsome when he was young, and the corners of his eyes on his right were slightly twitching. Those who knew him knew that this was the indelible mark of life left by the disaster that year. If it weren't for this broken appearance, many people would believe that he would never stop there.

"Old Tang, come back often when you have nothing to do." The political commissar held the old man's hand, and the other party smiled slightly: "Two old friends, we have been soldiers for life, it's time to take a break, good things, good things."

The red-faced old man commander - Ling Zheng patted his shoulder, and the touch was very hard: "Old Tang, you are just a worrying life. You will care whether there is a position. If you want to fight for it, my position will be yours."

Tang Shengwu, Tang Shitou, 63 years old, deputy commander of the Southwest Military Region, joined the army at the age of 16. Except for the time when he was forced to leave the army temporarily due to his ancestors and fathers and brothers, he has been in the army all his life. In the late 1970s, he was alone at the age of nearly 40 and came to the Southwest Military Region. Over the past 20 years, he devoted all his body and mind to the construction of the troops and large-scale training, organized more than 20 large-scale exercises, organized six joint exercises in the military region, and the head of the director team of the entire army.

In the first few years of his arrival in the Southwest Military Region, someone introduced him to his partner. After being rejected continuously, he learned through some rumor that this person was not only broken in that era, but also injured his fundamentals, and was no longer inhumane.

Today, when he left his beloved army, he only took away personal belongings weighing only a few dozen kilograms. He had no relatives, and was alone when Tathagata, put the documents signed by the two old friends into the old black leather pocket he was carrying. He looked at the two and smiled: "Old friend, let's go."

"Take care of yourself."

Before Tang Shengwu could salute him subconsciously, the two of them saluted him at the same time. Old Tang shook his head and smiled bitterly, put down his hand that had already raised his shoulders, waved his hands at the two of them freely, turned around and left without any delay: "Don't send it."

The two stopped moving steps, and the political commissar suddenly asked when he was about to walk out of the room, "Don't you see me?"

Old Tang set his pace for a moment, hesitated for a while and walked out again, and a sentence floated in the air: "I'll see you first, when I become a bad old man, it's not too late to see you again, if I'm not in his position or not to do my own affairs, I'm in his position, and this life will be considered a private matter for myself."

The two people in the room looked at each other and smiled bitterly. What kind of private matters are you doing? Don’t you know how much we hope you can tell me what you have. Will we all help you do it?

At the stairs, the deputy political commissar and chief of staff were already waiting. Old Tang smiled and his steps did not stop. The soldiers did not need their mother-in-law and mother. They had said goodbye long ago. He always had those two words: "Don't send it."

Swish, salute.

Old Tang moved his hand and almost lifted it up again. He held back and shook the skin in his hand. He didn't want to waste any more resources from the country. The orderly soldiers around him retreated early. In his own words, the country asked me to be an adviser, which was to look down on an old man. If he retreated, he would retreat. This is what I wanted to say to everyone in the end.

On the next floor, the heads of each department were also waiting at the stairs and saluted the old leaders.

In the lobby on the first floor, civilians working here gathered to see off the old leader and send away this righteous leader who has always been in the right way and wrong with others with the most solemn military gift.

Standing at the stairs and looking at the five-star red flag flying not far away, Lao Tang's eyes rarely appeared in his eyes, and faint tears appeared in the eyes of the old soldier who had always been bleeding and not sweating. He stared at him for a long time, raised his lips slightly, walked down the stairs, and got into the car. The driver obviously had been prepared for a long time, and he was not fast at all, so he slowly drove out.

On the side of the playground not far from the office building, there were hundreds of school officials, including two generals. They stood in a row and saluted the car from a distance. Everyone had tears in their eyes and sang a song passed down from the war era in a certain unit of the Southwest Military Region. It was the glory of a unit. In their eyes, it was the glory of the old leader, because the old leader taught them to sing the song, and they all led them into qualified soldiers.

They are outstanding soldiers brought out by Lao Tang over the years, and a small number of them have been transferred from the Southwest Military Region. Today, they have all returned to see the old leader off and salute the respectable soldier.

Lao Tang did not press the glass of the car window, but turned his head to stare outside, and he did not change until he left the military compound.

When his car entered the main road of the courtyard, the entire military district compound burst out with the morning sounds, slogans, queues, and military singing that should have been there. They were sending off the leader in this way to promise that we would continue to be a good soldier in China.

The car drove away from the military region, and the driver turned around. The classical and exquisite face was destroyed by the hard and coldness. The high score that should have been: "Chief, my grandfather asked me to tell me that when I arrived in the capital, he would invite you to drink."

"If you don't go, that old guy is too jealous, I'm afraid I won't be able to vomit after drinking." After a while of silence, Old Tang sighed: "Girl, maybe I was wrong at the beginning."

"Chief, there is no forced melon in this world. I've gone to prove that I'm willing, not for any other reason."

ps:Thanks to Xiong Dada for the reward!
Chapter completed!