"After a moment!"

Yang Tianming raised his hand to return the gift, and a hint of solemnity appeared on his body. The colonel rank worn on the top of his shoulders shone brightly, and the August 1st military emblem inlaid with military caps on his head was particularly dazzling.

He has a tall figure and a dignified expression.

Formal occasions, you must be solemn and serious.

This is a rule that cannot be overcome.

"clatter!"

After receiving the order, Zhou Hai and Su Peng both put down their arms, put their arms around, and poked their left foot out to collide with the concrete ground, with a neat and loud voice.

With the two of them in place, today's small memorial ceremony, which belongs to the Pengcheng base, officially began.

In the No. 2 Cave Hangar, a solemn and solemn atmosphere permeates.

The rising sun hangs in the sky, sprinkling countless gentle and dazzling lights. All members bathe in it, as if they are wearing golden armor and holy clothes, with awesome momentum.

It was already 9:50 am.

"Hello, comrades, I believe everyone knows why we stand here together today."

Colonel Yang Tianming, standing in front of all members, cast his bright and bright eyes on everyone, glanced around, and his voice was peaceful and powerful:

"Today is April 1st. It is an ordinary and normal day for the people, but for us soldiers and for us pilots, it is a special day. It has been included in our "Air Force Historian Records" and records the tragic and humiliation of our eagles in the sky."

A few words spread out like water waves and entered everyone's ears.

Everyone stood silently, with inexplicable emotions gathered on Yang Tianming. Even though he had experienced many times, his heart still fluctuated.

Tragic.

humiliation.

For soldiers, for the geniuses who soared at the top of the sky, what happened nineteen years ago is never forgotten. Whenever I read the words on the books that carry different charms, they are both tragic and humiliating. When I cry, I can't help but feel sad and angry.

Zhou Hai's face was calm and his deep eyes stared at the yellowed inner book "Air Force Historian" through the new flying sunglasses.

This is history.

The history exclusive to geniuses.

Every pilot who can be included in the record of the Air Force is a martyr who has given his life and blood.

"Comrades, I believe everyone has read the "Air Force Historian Records" in my hand, read the history of April 1, and know why it is tragic and humiliating! Today, 19th, on April 1, 2001, the shocking southern waters broke out. An ep-3 reconnaissance aircraft affiliated to the United States was active over the exclusive economic zone of the southeastern sea of ​​the sea. Our Navy Aviation Force dispatched two J-8 II fighter jets to carry out expulsion and interception missions."

Yang Tianming opened the book that had turned yellow and felt the sense of time in his hand and came to the thicker part of the middle area. The content was the beginning of "The Southern Sea Impact Incident in 2001". His whole person's momentum suddenly changed, his voice became higher, and his sharp eyes as sharp as hawk's eyes glanced at everyone:

"During this interception mission, wingman pilot Wang Wei flew the fighter number 81192 and intercepted the US reconnaissance plane. He was not only provoked and ignored many times, but also suffered intentional impact from the other party and unfortunately died in the plane crash. After Wang Wei's death, he was posthumously awarded the honorary title of "Sea and Air Guardian" by his superiors and the first-class hero and model medal. At the most difficult moment of the country's rise, Martyr Wang Wei defended national security and airspace sovereignty at the cost of his life, and fulfilled his oath and military duties under the Red Flag!"

"And this is tragic! It is humiliation!"

The passionate and penetrating voice echoed in the hangar of Cave No. 2, and it was like a sharp knife that pierced everyone's hearts.

The atmosphere is dull and depressing.

Su Peng was silent.

All the ground officers and soldiers were silent.

The ten geniuses standing in the front row of the team were silent, and their eyes were even more indescribable.

The wound in my heart that had been healed for a year was uncovered again, bloody.

Every pilot has read the book "Air Force Records" by Air Force, whether it is an Air Force pilot or an HNA pilot.

Because, this is history.

Time and space seem to change. Through a passage of information behind the words, it seems like I will return to April 19 years ago, and to the boiling but sad land of China.

Boiled by the invasion of the enemy.

Grief from the sacrifice of the hero.

Nineteen years ago, the life of a sky eagle was frozen at the age of 33. Over the southern waters, the white umbrella flower symbolizing hope did not bloom.

Nineteen years ago, a gentle wife who was preparing meals at home could no longer wait for her own pilot to come home and have a bite of hot rice.

Nineteen years ago, the Air Force had just obtained the most precious and powerful Su-27 "Flanker" heavy fighter jet. Half-legged into the era of third-generation aircraft, with thousands of huge scales of second-generation aircraft, with only a pitifully few third-generation aircraft.

Nineteen years ago, the army was in the shock of the Gulf War and was deeply shocked by the subversive high-tech war.

The country is in a storm, crossing the river with its stones and moving forward carefully. It is at the most critical stage of the road to rise, and the situation is extremely critical.

In the darkness, carry the burden forward.

If a war begins, it means that the road to rise is interrupted, and there will be no more prosperous times and majesty today.

Start a war?

cannot!

I could only break my teeth and swallow it.

Under such circumstances, Wang Wei used a shocking collision to force his enemy to snoop with his life.

This is the real tragic!

This is the real humiliation!

Just because the war cannot begin.

...

In the hangar of Cave No. 2, there is a silence and a needle can be heard.

Everyone thought about Wang Wei, who had passed away for nineteen years, subconsciously clenched his fists.

Blood, direct flow.

The pain is unbearable.

pain!

It hurts really!

Zhou Hai, who was standing on the left, was quiet and quiet, his mind was clear, took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions that surged from his heart, and held the flying backpack with his right hand tightly.

Didn't say anything.

Stay calm and control your emotions, and you must do this at any time.

"Comrades, I hope you will always remember that you should not only learn from the precious spirit and belief of Martyr Wang Wei, but also remember this shame, remember countless sacrificed heroes, keep in mind the mission, don't forget the original intention, and don't forget the national humiliation! From that day on, we knew a set of numbers, 81192! From that year on April 1, the day that was positioned by the West, was recorded in the history of our eagles in the sky!"

Yang Tianming continued to speak, his words were strong and then issued an order: "81192, this set of numbers embodies the Chinese spirit. On April 1, it told us what pain is in the sky eagle! Now, with the approval of the base committee, a small memorial ceremony on April 1 is held, and everyone has it, saluting Martyr Wang Wei, the 'Sea and Air Guardian' who died heroically 19 years ago!"

"Swish!"
Chapter completed!