The fourth generation stealth fighter, large early warning aircraft, and especially a battlefield control system with a very good technical level, are naturally a timely help for the revolutionary air force in a difficult situation.

At this moment, Bian Yuan was particularly aware of the importance of his mission. As an air force pilot, although he left the old army and was almost the same as saying goodbye to the front-line combat mission, he was playing his strengths on the new front and guiding the SRAF pilot to master the new journey of the J-21 "Xunlong" fighter.

In his seventeenth year of service, leaving the Air Force combat force was certainly not an easy choice.

The Air Force Major, who was in his forty years of age, was actually a little sad. He served in combat troops for many years. Although he failed to enter the raid regiment of the 15th Air Division, it was a great regret of that year. In the peaceful era where there was no war, he could only find a feeling of fighting through exercises. However, he really wanted to bid farewell to the combat post and became an instructor abroad. Even if he could still drive the "Xuanlong" familiar with his heart, he soared in the sky. The meaning of this itself is no longer the same.

Singing and dancing to achieve peace, preparing without fighting is naturally a kind of happiness for the people, but for soldiers who are waiting for the battle, they often feel a bit sighing that "a hero is useless."

The minibus was running all the way, and the Air Force Major, who was carrying out new missions, was still trying to figure out what it was like to be a Republican in the car.

In the Middle East where the disaster has survived, the sun shines away the haze. Participants in the reconstruction of orders such as the remote have begun to take action and enter Syria with their own different intentions. Although their identities and mentalities are often very different, they are all helping Damascus through a difficult recovery period after the civil war.

At the same time, when the horn of war is no longer sounded, the warriors who once fought fiercely in the sky must also make their own life choices.

It was another good weather with bright sunshine and cold wind. The Jaramid Air Force Base in northern Saudi Arabia completed routine training every day, and as usual, the F-22 Raptors were parked neatly next to the runway. The fuselage coated with low visibility was covered with skin, and the light gray gloss was shining under the sunlight. The pilots holding helmets walked together in groups of three or five, and their steps seemed particularly relaxed.

The war has ended and there is no need to take off to face batches of enemies. The patrol under the sky is still the same, but there is no tension when passing by the god of death. The completely relaxed emotionally hired pilots to talk easily while savoring the decisive battle in the sky just a few days ago.

Recalling the past, the amount of checks that fell into the pockets was large and small, but the young people who returned after a lot of battles almost didn't care. But when they thought about the thrillingness of flying over Deirzul, flying over Deirzul, fighting dozens of "ghosts"; while speaking, when they mentioned their colleagues who were unfortunately martyred in this war, the mood of the present became a little heavy. However, in the meantime, the pair of sharp eyes raised their gaze and looked at the vast blue sky for a long time.

The sun shines, and there is no trace of clouds. The Middle East sky is always so clear in winter.

Fighters, pilots, and their combat careers that flaunt high in the sky, compared with the tragic ending of blood sprinkled in the sky, the mercenaries who returned safely had a little melancholy in their hearts. In addition to being glorious, they also had a little bit of melancholy in their hearts. Joining Alsa to fight for the future and destiny of the Middle East, glory and mission are certainly one of the motivations, and there are also millions of hits. However, to say why these young people with excellent skills put on their battle robes, it has to be said that it is probably a desire and longing for the sky battlefield.

If you want to fight, there will be sacrifices. Which one is more difficult to accept, and for different people, there will naturally be different choices.

"Hey, Miyu, what are you going to eat tonight?"

After a routine training, I talked and laughed with my comrades and walked out of the closed area of ​​the airport. Two young pilots from the East were waiting for their girlfriends outside the convenience store while discussing the next place to have a dinner together.

The battle has ended and a period of leisure has come. Some of the employed pilots of Alsa still maintain routine training every day, but the tense atmosphere at Jaramid Air Force Base is almost gone. It seems that the Liberal Party entrenched in Baghdad is still there, but it is quite conscious of the current affairs without any rash move. The Arab League Defense Air Force, which is responsible for defending the order of the Middle East sky, seizes the opportunity to rest and shifts its attention to southern Iraq and Israel.

During the break, almost all the pilots who were busy fighting and applied for leave left Jalamide and went to Cairo, Athens or even further for vacation and leisure. The young people who were still staying at the base were basically reunited with their families, including Li Gejian and Gao Meiyu's partner, although the two had already enjoyed this treatment before.

In the evening, we left the air force base and headed to a restaurant on the commercial street not far away. Two young men who had changed into casual clothes ate voraciously, and seized the opportunity of the military doctors not chatting about.

Compared with the man who was busy eating and didn't speak much, the two girls who were talking and laughing next to him were much more lively.

Perhaps because the war finally disappeared, Alsa did not have a dangerous combat mission. Whether it was Sarah Lopez, who was stumbling in Chinese or Liu Xinyu, who was smiling and smiling, the two little girls looked relaxed. While picking and choosing in the exquisite dining plate, they kept talking intimate conversations. From the cold winter in Jalamide to the duty-free shop in Suez Port, they didn't finish their words. Those who didn't know the matter might think that these were two little women with trivial conversations. In fact, Liu Xinyu didn't talk much, but now it is mainly to practice Chinese with the blue-eyed girl in front of him.

Before they knew it, the meal had almost been eaten. Seeing the two ladies chatting on the sofa, they took out their cell phones to see that it was still early, Li Gejian greeted his partner. The two put on their coats and walked onto the second floor of the restaurant, sat down on the corridor facing the street and enjoyed some fresh air.

At six o'clock in the evening, night had already fallen, and the thick chill was blocked by a window-opening curtain wall. In this small town with sparsely populated and almost relied on the Alsa military base and was gradually thriving, after dark, you can only see the bright lights on this street. The buildings not far away are hidden in a dim confusion. From a distance, they complement the Jaramide Air Force Base not far away.

Since the war is over, there is no need for night light control, and there is no busy scene of bombs lifting off the air. I looked at the vast night view outside the window, and looked towards the base through a shadow. It was still Gao Meiyu who broke the silence first:

"Ge Jian, our contract will last until October this year."

"……kindness."

Hearing this, Li Gejian raised his eyebrows to his partner and held a toothpick on his mouth, and nodded slightly. After a while, he slowly shook his head, "That's fine, it was just some form. If the 'company' needs you and me to return to China, the contract will not be a difficult problem. - I said, Meiyu, you want to set off and return to China, right?"

“…”

Without answering Li Gejian's question, he expressed his position with silence. Gao Meiyu's eyes suddenly became a little dim, as if sand was in his eyes, and then the corners of his mouth were pursed, obviously he was very persistent in his decision:

"Before I came to Alsa, that's what I planned."

"Oh...yeah."

Seeing the expression on his partner's face, he had been born and died together many times, fighting happily in the vast sky. The two of them with a deep understanding did not need much words. He could fully understand Gao Meiyu's current mood.

Looking back a few years ago, on the test field of the "Sugu Bi" Aviation Athletics Team, I saw this calm and extraordinary guy for the first time and knew each other without fighting. Until I formed a partner to participate in the competition, I gradually reached the main position of the team, and then I became the leader of the "company" for some reasons... All past memories appeared in the minds of young people at this moment, but at this moment, he was a little uncertain. Where did Gao Meiyu's dream of the sky begin? Is it a simple emotion to fight for his lover or a kind of aspiration to win.

Flying a fighter plane and soaring in the sky, even if you have never put on a real military uniform, isn’t it a brilliant practice of longing for a longing in the sky...

Think about the present and look at the future. Of course, Li Gejian instinctively wanted to object to his partner's important decision, but he also fully understood Gao Meiyu and even Liu Xinyu's ideas. When the war came to an end, peace seemed to be a foregone conclusion. However, the threat faced by the Arab League still existed. Alsa, who was ready to fight, might be cheering again that day, fly to the sky and fly to the sky to carry out his mission of defending.

Conflict and war are originally an existence that makes all participants unable to help themselves. If you are already tired and get out of it, it may not be a wise choice.

Seeing that the young man on the chair had made up his mind and knew his partner's temperament, Li Gejian didn't say much.

With just a few replies, he also remembered the "Surpriser Bird" battle report he learned before. This East China powerhouse from Shanghai won three consecutive victories in the rematch and has successfully entered the next national trial.
Chapter completed!