The loud sound of firecrackers exploded from the back of the terminal away from the runway, and a big red banner threw out from the window on the third floor of the terminal, with the words "Welcome the Ace Home" written on it.

The gangway equipped by the f14 fighter was lightly turned out, and Ning Lei and Qiao Pengfei grabbed the escalator and jumped out of the cockpit quickly.

Seeing Ning Lei's feet landing on the ground without any abnormality, Liang Yuan completely put his heart in his stomach, but he was worried and suspicious again. He remembered that when Ning Lei boarded the plane, he received a message that two Su22 attack planes were provoked, why did he catch five planes? Could it be that Uncle Ning was ambushed by the Vietnamese?

Looking at the bustling crowds around Ning Lei, Liang Yuan simply refused to join in the fun and pulled Xiong Weixin back to the barracks.

It was not until an hour later that Ning Lei, who had arranged for the airport work, changed back to casual clothes and pushed the door open and walked in.

"Congratulations to Uncle Ning for his successful battle, and his honor will last forever." Liang Yuan said with a smile: "Uncle Ning has left a strong mark in the history of world air combat."

Ning Lei laughed and said, "Not as exaggerated as you said. Uncle Ning's record is not even a fraction of a famous pilot."

Liang Yuan shook his head repeatedly when he heard this and said, "Even if the issue of aircraft generation difference is not considered, the pilots that Uncle Ning mentioned are all achievements in large-scale air combat. Uncle Ning has created history by fighting a group of people alone."

After the Korean War in the 1950s, air combat has completely entered the jet era. There have been four local wars in large-scale air combat from the 1960s to the present, the Indian-Bahra Kashmir conflict, the Middle East War, and the Vietnam War and the Iraq-Iran-Iran War that has been in full swing in recent years.

However, in addition to the Iran-Iraq War, which is extremely difficult to verify in the true and false war reports, both sides of the remaining three conflicts used typical second-generation aircraft such as MiG21, Phantom 3, F4, etc., while the F14 fighter piloted by Ning Lei was defined as a third-generation fighter by the US military, and the MiG23 dispatched by the Vietnamese Air Force was also defined as a third-generation fighter by the Soviet Union (Note 1). In a sense, the air battle that Ning Lei struck is the real confrontation between the third-generation aircraft.

"Uncle Ning, I remember that in Hangar No. 7, didn't it say that there were only two Su22 attack aircraft? Why did so many planes appear again?" Liang Yuan asked in confusion.

"There are four MiG-23 fighters dozens of kilometers away from Su22." Ning Lei said.

"Su 22 is bait. This is a trap." Liang Yuan blurted out.

Ning Lei knew that Liang Yuan was a ghostly spirit, and he was not surprised to guess the facts in the blink of an eye, saying, "It should be that we were targeted by the Soviet Union during the negotiations in Hong Kong."

"I just received a telegram from Yongshu Reef. The MiG23 fighter pilot shot down by Uncle Ning has been salvaged. The preliminary inquiry said that it was a volunteer from the Soviet Union."

"There are Russian translations in Yongshu Jiao?" Liang Yuan asked curiously.

"The sender of Yongshu Reef had chewed Russian materials when he was learning radio technology and could speak simple Russian. This news was guessed by the sender Lian Meng."

Liang Yuan was not surprised by this bad habit of the Soviet Union. He smacked his lips and said with a smile: "This time we have taken the blame. Even if we beat the Soviets to death, we would never have thought that Uncle Ning would solve them so neatly. I guess they would have the idea of ​​fighting with Uncle Ning. Whether it is shooting down F14 or forcing Uncle Ning to make a forced landing without oil, it will be a very cost-effective thing."

"Maybe the Soviets were still dreaming of salvaging F14 fighter jets. Unfortunately, they are now full of trouble." Liang Yuan said with a chuckle.

Ning Lei smiled and rubbed Liang Yuan's hair, saying, "The commander of the Air Force, Lin Xiaoshan, and the commander of the Navy, Xiao Guanghua, are both flying to this side. Uncle Ning will not come back tonight, and he will not be able to send Xiaoyuan to Sanya tomorrow morning."

After hearing Ning Lei's words, Liang Yuan grabbed his hair and foreseeed that he would come with the boss. There must be another endless quarrel. The plane belongs to HNA. The pilot belongs to the Air Force. Who is this result? The only active air combat ace in the Republic. Whether it is the HNA or the Air Force, it will be extremely exciting. In the future, it will take time to compete for the army as a killer weapon.

The reason why the Army has the greatest voice among the three military branches is not because of its strong military achievements.

This kind of thing is obviously a big pit for causing trouble. Liang Yuan avoided it and nodded and said, "What's wrong with Uncle Weixin and Uncle Ning? If it weren't for Mr. Geng, I would have gone back long ago."

Ning Lei was right. Lingshui Airport did not sleep all night. Three military aircraft landed at the airport in the middle of the night, and Liang Yuan was also awakened three times.

The next morning, Liang Yuan realized that Geng Qinghua, who had just left Lingshui, took the opportunity to return to Hainan.

China Southern Airlines' Boeing 737 passenger plane rose from the ground after a long distance, and after more than ten minutes of climbing, it slowly leveled. Liang Yuan put away the seat belt buckled around his waist and supported his forehead with his hands and stared blankly at the white clouds outside the porthole.

Xiong Weixin beside him saw that Liang Yuan didn't move for a long time, and thought Liang Yuan was airsick, so he gently touched him and asked, "Xiaoyuan, do you have a headache? Do you want to come here with some airsickness medicine?"

"Oh, Uncle Weixin, no need, I'm waiting for the female devil below with a headache." Liang Yuan said subconsciously.

Xiong Weixin heard Liang Yuan say this, and finally couldn't help laughing. In the kindergarten era, under the instigation of a loli, Liang Yuan was often beaten by two loli and ran away in a hurry. The bad debts between the two little girls and Liang Yuan were long-loved and familiar to the old employees working at the 35157 Airport and the railway service section.

When Liang Yuan heard Xiong Weixin laughing happily, he realized that he was talking.

He smiled with a bitter face. Liang Yuan held a bachelor's attitude and called himself Ning Wanfei a few days ago, but was thrown aside by the incident he heard. He decided to get some food from the flight attendant to anesthetize himself.

Flight 6679 from China Southern Airlines from Sanya, after more than five hours of flight, finally arrived at Taoxian Airport in Shengjing. Liang Yuan followed Xiong Weixin and pulled his trolley suitcase and walked towards the airport's waiting hall along the familiar boarding passage.

Turning over the last corner of the boarding passage, Liang Yuan looked up and saw two small and slim figures of lilac color caught his eye.

"Xiaoyuan, here." The two little girls' clear and soft voices poured into Liang Yuan's eardrums through the messy hall.

Xiong Weixin smiled and took the luggage in Liang Yuan's hand, patted Liang Yuan's shoulder and said, "You should be blessed, Uncle Xiong goes out to find a car first."

Looking at the two little girls standing at the boarding gate with big eyebrows and big smiles, Liang Yuan suddenly felt the corners of his eyes tightly. He walked a few steps out of the security checkpoint. The two little girls rushed over excitedly. One of them pulled up one of Liang Yuan's arms and hugged them tightly in his arms. In an instant, the fresh and elegant fragrance surrounded Liang Yuan.

The light purple princess skirt will reach its knees, a small piece of tight thighs appearing at the corners of the skirt, and the round calves and delicate ankles reflect a tight ivory-like light under the reflection of the setting sun in the afternoon. Two pairs of fair feet are placed in light purple sandals in the same color as the skirt, and the delicate toenails are also painted with lilac pyramids.

With slender waist, slightly bulging breasts, slender pink neck, and long black hair, Liang Yuan suddenly realized that he hadn't seen him for more than a month, and the two little girls had already looked like girls.

"Pig Head, what are you looking at stupidly?" Ning Wanjia's sweet voice seemed to be like the sound of nature.

Seeing Ning Wanjia frowning at her and feeling the unusually warm and soft touch from her arms, Liang Yuan felt his heartbeat tighter.

"Why are you two here?" Liang Yuan tried his best to control his voice and not to get distorted.

"I thought I was the master." Ning Wanfei curled her lips disdainfully.

"My sister and I are here to pick you up today, taking care of your face." Ning Wanfei said disdainfully, and the strength of holding Liang Yuan's arm did not weaken at all.

The female devil's incident has not been revealed yet. Liang Yuan, who has a ghost in his heart, dared not provoke Ning Wanfei. He smiled dryly and said, "Please come and pick you up. The little one is really nervous and grateful."

"It's not Xiaoyuan's final word for gratitude." Ning Wanjia's eyes curled up slightly, and her smile was particularly meaningful.

Two girls who were not as beautiful as real people were holding a boy's arm intimately, and they were as eye-catching as they were in the waiting hall. Liang Yuan looked at him and looked like animals watching in the zoo. He would not stand in place and flatter Ning Wanfei without saying a word. The three of them left the terminal together.

A brand new milky white Volga parked opposite the terminal. Xiong Weixin watched the three of them walk out of the waiting hall intimately, smiled and waved his hand, and got into the passenger seat of the passenger.

The two little girls didn't let go of Liang Yuan's arm until they walked to Volga's car door.

Liang Yuan opened Volga's back door with his legs and made a call. Ning Wanjia giggled and got into the back seat.

Seeing Ning Wanjia get into the car, most of her straight thighs were revealed, Liang Yuan was so angry that he put his head into the back seat with a shy face.

"Xiaoyuan is very bad now." Ning Wanjia's tail sound was long, as if it could be sweet to the human soul.

Ning Wanjia pouted slightly, and the smile and warmth in her eyes seemed to be able to drown out. She reached out and pinched Liang Yuan's cheek, and the little girl moved to the other side of the back seat lightly.

"I knew that Jiajia was always the best." Liang Yuan flattered, and rushed into the back seat quickly and sat down proudly in the center of the seat.

Ning Wanfei, outside the car, lowered her head and got into the car, looked at Liang Yuan disdainfully, took the car door casually, and said to Zhou Heng in the driving position: "Uncle Zhou, we will go back to 909 community today."
Chapter completed!