"April 1st, isn't April Fool's Day?" Seeing Zhou Hai's expression, Bai Tangfei was still a little confused, even Wang Zhuyu, Yi Xuewu and others, confused.

Wait, tomorrow is the death day of my brother Leslie Cheung, and there seems to be nothing special apart from that.

Looking at the three people who were confused and at a loss, Zhou Hai's eyes gradually became deeper, his words were solemn and filled with a hint of sorrow, and he slowly said: "April 1 is the day of worship for Martyr Wang Wei, a sea and air guard."

Martyr Wang Wei’s Day?

These words were like a bolt from the blue. The three of them stood there, their mouths opened, trying to say something, but they couldn't make a sound.

Zhou Hai's straightforward and concise reminder evokes the long-closed memories of the three of them, recalling the descriptions of heroes in the "Air Force Historian Records".

"Zhou Hai is right. For our Chinese Air Force, April 1st is a special day."

Yang Xiaolong's eyes were slightly wet, looking at Zhou Hai with relief and satisfaction, looking around everyone, and said in a deep voice: "Tomorrow's mission content will be included in the Air Force Comprehensive Formation to fly to Hai Province. At 10 a.m., a memorial ceremony will be held with the Navigation Force in the southern waters."

April 1st, an ordinary and special day.

Memorial!

A special memorial ceremony held by the Air Force and Naval Air Force for Martyr Wang Wei involved a series of advanced fighter jets, which were highly confidential, solemn and serious.

And this is the mission of the four people tomorrow.

The attitude of the future generations witnessed the heroic predecessor who sacrificed his life for the country - Wang Wei.

Hearing Yang Xiaolong's words, everyone was stunned, a little shocked and unbelievable. They couldn't help but look at the two J-20s in the distance, then looked at the Air Police 2000, J-10C and J-16, and finally looked back at the L-15C Falcon Higher Education.

Shocked!

This is the strongest lineup in the true sense!

However, when Bai Tangfei and Wang Zhuyu were stunned for a short time, they had to think about a question - is it really necessary to pay tribute to Martyr Wang Wei with such a lineup?

Zhou Hai stood there, silently. He did not think about whether it was worth it like Wang Zhuyu and Bai Tangfei, but was silently looking forward to it.

81192, this is a special number.

A set of numbers that you can never forget.

"You may be a little confused about why you spend so much manpower and material resources to pay tribute to Wang Wei."

Yang Xiaolong stared at the expressions of everyone, his eyes were deep, and he said with a righteous voice: "Because, at the most critical and tense moment of the country, he used his young life to resist foreign invasions, defend national interests and airspace sovereignty and security, and exchanged valuable time and advanced technology for our rise. Today, you can see the J-20, the Air Police 2000, and the dawn of the future because of him!"

time!

science and technology!

This is the most precious thing.

Eighteen years ago, there was no white umbrella flower that symbolized hope in the sky above the South China Sea.

Eighteen years ago, Wang Wei's life was frozen at the age of 33.

Eighteen years ago, aircraft designers from AVIC at Lingshui Naval Airport stood in the cabin of the EP-3 electronic reconnaissance aircraft, and started researching while crying.

Eighteen years ago, a group of numerical numbers of 81192 remained in the South China Sea airspace forever.

Yang Xiaolong's voice echoed in the empty venue.

At this moment, all the doubts in the three of them dissipated, and they fell into silence, and they did not dare to look directly at Yang Xiaolong.

Is it worth it to pay tribute to Wang Wei with the strongest lineup now?

value!

"Wang Zhuyu, Bai Tangfei, Yi Xuewu, I hope you remember and understand the significance of April 1st and remember the humiliating history. Zhou Hai's performance just now is far from you."

Yang Xiaolong took a deep breath, controlled his emotions, and said in a deep voice: "You four are the best flight students, don't let him down tomorrow."

"Make sure to complete the task!" Zhou Hai's heart was throbbing, his body was straightened, and his right hand was raised without hesitation, and he saluted.

Last year, he paid homage to Martyr Wang Wei with incense, candles, liquor and paper money.

This year, he will drive the most advanced trainer plane of the motherland to the South China Sea to personally arrive at the waters where the incident happened, and pay a new way to commemorate Martyr Wang Wei.

Wang Zhuyu and the other two knew the intention, with a serious and solemn expression, heavy heart, upright posture, standing out with a standard military posture, saluted and shouted to Yang Xiaolong: "Please ensure that the task is completed!"

The hero of the country!

Immortality!

Feeling the changes of the three people, Yang Xiaolong looked at the dark night sky in the south, stopped talking, and walked slowly.

Everyone followed Yang Xiaolong to leave the apron and went to the living area of ​​the Quzhou base. They first went to the Kongqin stove to have a meal, solved their stomach problems, and then went to the temporary dormitory to rest.

A busy and exhausted day has come to an end, but no one dares to slack off and relax.

Today, March 31st, the fifteenth lunar calendar.

Tomorrow, the ordinary and special April 1st.

...

The next day.

The sky is hazy, and a faint halo is emitted from the horizon.

A new day has come.

"Buzz!"

At around 6 o'clock in the morning, a rapid and harsh air defense alarm sounded at the Quzhou base. All the crews of the standard combat formation ready to be in combat readiness boarded the military warriors' vehicles and rushed to the base apron as fast as possible like a turbulent tide.

That year, after the South China Sea impact broke out, the Quzhou base also sounded an air defense alarm and entered a level 1 combat readiness.

But backward and old J-6 and J-7 were the Quzhou base.

As time goes by, the Quzhou base is no longer the same as before. It is equipped with a series of advanced and powerful fighter jets, and has the strongest lineup of the Air Force.

Defending national airspace sovereignty and security will never be the same as before.

The rapid air defense alarm sounded endlessly and resounded throughout the base, which meant one thing for every Air Force pilot - combat.

Everything is carried out in wartime.

A convoy of fifteen blue military vehicles shuttled through the base road and arrived at the base apron area as fast as possible. According to the mission arrangement and arrangement, all pilots of the formation were carried to the corresponding fighter planes.

Yang Xiaolong and Zhou Hai were sent to the fourth apron area and saw the L-15C Falcon Higher Education, which showed a unique atmosphere again.

The internal fuel tank and three sub-fuel tanks are filled with fuel, and a smoke generator is temporarily installed at the end of the machine.

"Hurry, hurry up, check the fuselage and board the plane, take off as fast as possible!" After Yang Xiaolong got off the car, he took the pilot's helmet and issued an order to everyone, his voice was quick and powerful.

After receiving the order, Zhou Hai and Wang Zhuyu did not hesitate and each rushed towards the corresponding L-15C Falcon, checked around the fuselage, quickly climbed up the boarding ladder, and entered the cockpit.

Yang Xiaolong followed Wang Zhuyu and boarded the No. 107 L-15C Falcon.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!