Picking manure.

The authentic and solid wooden shoulder pole is placed on the shoulders. There are heavy plastic buckets hanging on both ends of the shoulder pole, filled with green organic fertilizer, and a unique and familiar atmosphere is emitted. The surface juice is rippling, the tide is undulating, and some inexplicable expansion substances are floating.

Just a simple imagination is enough to be exciting, of course, just the excitement of the bystanders.

This job is definitely a nightmare for a pilot who is a pride of heaven.

Now, in the middle section of the base apron, both sides of the air combat special training for the first close combat training are preparing.

The J-10a fighter numbered 81157 was filled with fuel. The old pilot of the base firebird was full of serious faces and wearing anti-Dutch suits. Under the gaze of the old flying base, he prepared before boarding the plane.

This battle with Student No. 1 must not be lost!

"Zhou Hai, are you sure? If you lose..."

During the shutdown of No. 31, Wang Zhuyu, who had just finished his flight training, was wearing a light blue summer training uniform, and was almost wet with sweat. A layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. His eyes were staring at Zhou Hai who was checking around the body, and he was a little worried.

Before she finished speaking, as a woman, she could not directly say the straightforward and vulgar word "lifting feces".

Three days ago, after the phased assessment, commander Lin Jian announced the content of the battle between Zhou Hai and Lao Fei Firebird. This news was like a bombshell, instantly sweeping all the special training students and the Quzhou base.

The battle between Xinfei and Laofei has never been cut off, but the defeated man worked for the air-cool stove for a month to maintain the vegetable garden, which is definitely a new punishment content.

"Fortunately, I will do my best." Zhou Hai, who carefully checked the left wing, looked at the time, and showed a gentle smile to Wang Zhuyu, without any other expression.

Time is 1:50 minutes, and there are 10 minutes left before the competition start time.

"The fuel has been fully charged and the supply has been completed." The young ground crew member who held the military-grade high-pressure oil gun tightly with both hands, checked the fuel filling situation, turned off the gun head switch, terminated the refueling, and reported to the ground crew leader.

Bai Tangfei, who is also standing in the apron area, relies on the metal shed wall and holds the iced sour plum soup prepared by the nutritionist in his right hand.

He bit a plastic straw in his mouth and took a sip of the refreshing and nutritious sour plum soup. His slightly dark face showed a sense of interest. He couldn't help but blink and forced a sad expression: "Comrade Zhou Hai, if you lose, we can only come to the Air Cooking Vegetable Field to see you in the future."

It seems sad and worried, but it is actually gloating.

In fact, when you can see Zhou Hai being defeated, Bai Tangfei's mood is more comfortable than drinking iced sour plum soup on the dog days of summer. No, it is the same for almost all students.

This mountain that presses on its head makes everyone tremble is finally facing failure. What does this mean?

Everyone can take a good breath and take a rest.

Sad and worried?

It does not exist.

Bai Tangfei even wanted to pull a red banner, and even had his name thought of [warmly celebrate Comrade Zhou Hai's successful defeat and contribute to the agricultural field of the motherland], but unfortunately the base does not allow it.

"What if I win?"

Seeing Bai Tangfei's expression, Zhou Hai smiled unabated and walked towards the seat on the edge of the metal wall, preparing to take the pilot's helmet, and joked.

"Win? Comrade Lao Zhou, if you really win, I will go to the Air Cooking stove with Lao Fei to pick up the vegetable garden for a month... Well, the vegetable garden maintenance work." Bai Tangfei heard this, pondered for a while, patted his chest, showing a bold expression.

Zhou Hai was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "Really?"

"A gentleman's words are as good as a horse, and I still have this kind of integrity." Bai Tangfei raised his head slightly, his face showing a confident look.

confidence!

This time, my confidence comes from my trust in the J-10a. As a standard third-generation fighter, the instantaneous hovering angle speed has greatly exceeded that of the L-15c Falcon, not to mention its own other performance.

"Zhou Hai, come on and try to win the order for this month. Look, what is this? The crown we have prepared for you! It is your crown!"

At this time, before Zhou Hai could speak, HNA student Yang Min was straightened, his face was serious and solemn, walking standard steps, and his hands were like holding a shoulder pole from the Air Cooking Vegetable Garden.

The voice is passionate, containing infectiousness and unique emotions.

Seeing Yang Min's appearance, even Wang Zhuyu, who was a little worried, curled up his lips and couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, everyone back away, I'm ready to get on the plane."

Seeing this scene, Zhou Hai rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to these schaotic guys, picked up the standard helmet and tactical tablet, re-checked the gun, and turned to face the ready l-15c Falcon.

Sign up for the aviation log, board the plane, and prepare to start the engine.

Wang Zhuyu, Yang Min and others knew the importance of the matter, retreated to the safe area, and their eyes were all concentrated on the l-15c Falcon in the No. 31 stoppage.

l-15c vs. J-10a!

Falcons vs. Raptors!

The battle between the world's most advanced trainer and the third-generation instantaneous disk king!

"Buzz!"

The most familiar WS-10's Taihang' turbofan engine whistled out, and the base Laofei's "Firebird" controlled the awakened J-10a and slowly slid out of the stoppage position and drove smoothly along the passageway.

Immediately afterwards, the l-15c Falcon in the No. 31 stop space opened its sharp eyes, and a stream of high-temperature airflow sprayed into the open area behind, slid out of the stop space, facing the main runway of the base, preparing to take off.

The rules for this close combat are very simple. The traditional one-on-one, fire control radar illuminates for three seconds, and the altitude is unlimited. The combat point is the outer airspace on the south side of the Quzhou base. The two sides take off and set apart 8 kilometers apart, and then start fighting.

"College No. 1, remember to use all my strength. I will not stay behind. See you in heaven."

The old flying firebird sitting on the third-generation Hty-5 rocket ejection seat, after obtaining the takeoff permission from the base tower, gave a thumbs up with the l-15c Falcon, which glided smoothly in the rear with his left hand, regardless of whether Zhou Hai could see it.

This is the etiquette between pilots, and it is the tribute from Lao Fei to Xin Fei.

After the words came, the J-10a fighter, which was covered in silver, turned into the main runway of the base, and the tail nozzle emitted a rolling heat wave, and the fuselage reflected bright sunlight, wrapped in a unique and sharp momentum, and accelerated takeoff.

Move forward, Raptors!

"See the firebird in the sky."

Hearing the sound from the encrypted communication channel, Zhou Hai looked at the back of the fighter plane that was quickly leaving on the runway, responded softly, then his eyes were condensed, he took a deep breath, and adjusted his state and emotions.

This time against the J-10a and the Old Feihuo is a challenge and an opportunity.

The final result is whether it is a winner or not. In Zhou Hai's opinion, it is not important. What is important is what you can learn in this battle.
Chapter completed!