In August after the catastrophe, the sky is high and the clouds are faint, and I see another beautiful midsummer.『w

The hot wind, accompanied by wisps of prosperity and hustle and bustle, is in full swing in the passionate Spanish city on the Mediterranean.

In Barcelona in summer, fighter jets gathered, and elites gathered. Ift, which entered the final stage, attracted the attention of aviation enthusiasts around the world and even countless people. On the field, after fierce competition, the participating teams that stood out from their respective regions tried their best, and the sky was full of wonderful things and suspense. After half a month of group stage and knockout, it finally reached the final victory and defeat of the semi-finals, and the finale of the 13th ift championship.

On the day of the final battle, there were crowds of people inside and outside the stadium, with unprecedented momentum. Under the gaze of the crowd, the first national team from the Soviet Socialist Russian Federation defeated the strong enemy and defeated the United Kingdom Royal Team with a clear advantage of 7:4, and took the throne of third place.

After the game, a short lunch break passed quickly. In the afternoon of that day, a peak showdown between the two traditional strong teams officially began.

It was afternoon, the weather was very good, and the sky in Spain was blue, and there was almost no cloud-like sky. The stealth fighter jets with similar paintings but completely different layouts were fighting each other. From time to time, there were thrilling shots that were rare in Ift. "Veilong" vs. "Raptor", three one-on-one competitions ended, and the intense team battle followed. After a tense and exciting long-awaited fencing, the protagonists returned from the horizon. The mighty double-engine heavy "earth" fighter jet released two speed reduction parachutes, stabilized their bodies at the end of the runway. The young man opened the cockpit, took off his helmets and put them together, revealing his true appearance in front of the media's long spear and short cannon.

“Hey,——‘Qinglong’!

You are very strong, but we will definitely win next time!"

“It’s possible!

See you in the next final, haha”

His expression was still relaxed, and a hint of pride floated through his slender eyes. Qi Hui, a weird man from "Tianwei", said a few "hehe" to the defeated generals who came, and then shook hands in a friendly manner, hugged and greeted each other, and watched several Americans as they took the runner-up podium. In the team battle just ended in the Ift finals, he "falls" two "Blazers of Prey" by himself, helping the Chinese National Team 2 defeat the US N1 team and win the championship. At the same time, he also created the history of the Ift championship being won by the national team 2 of a certain country.

After the exciting game, the award ceremony was held in an orderly manner and nervous expression, as if unwilling to accept it. Williams Fleming, who was in his early twenties, initially pursed his lips and looked at the slightly fat figure on the ceremonial table not far away, and the latter took off his baseball cap and waved high:

"Hello----!

Be cheered up, winning or losing at one time is no big deal!

That's what the game is, don't mind!"

Ian Fleming, an elderly uncle who is named the same as a British writer, has a loud voice and a straight waist. He shouts loudly to his youngest son. As a former UAF pilot and the United States Blue Sky Elite who participated in two Ifts, until now, Old Fleming often flies around the sky, but if you want to play games, he knows very well that aviation competition is the world of young people after all, and he is full of confidence in Williams he has cultivated.

Ah, speaking of it, this kind of persistent desire for flying and the persistence of dominating the sky are probably also an innate nature?

Not sure, nor did he care much, Old Fleming continued to wait and see, cheering and celebrating, while smiling knowingly.

The grand occasion in Barcelona was unprecedented, and the scene was spread throughout the world through the media.

South America, southern Bolivia.

In a farmhouse outside the suburbs of Kataya, a TV was placed in the living room, mixed with the laughter and joking of children. The bearded man focused on watching the competition. He only got up and walked a few times until the award ceremony ended. Then he put on his wide-brim hat and walked out. While walking along the path between the plants and trees, he looked up at the high cloud dike above the sky.

Ift, the fighter's long-distance battle, even if it's just a game, still makes Juan Martinez fascinated.

Ah, as a busy farmer, flying a plane is probably limited to pesticides and leisure travel, but no matter what, he is still a fighter ace with "high-profile achievements" when logging in to the Internet world with the ID named "Wu Zheng"!

Of course, it's in the game world, but what does that matter?

It is best not to have war for a day. Just do the dream of air combat in the virtual world...

The aviation competition in the distance finally came to an end. After the award ceremony, the grand carnival on the streets of the city continued until late at night; Barcelona, ​​with bright lights and crowds, seemed to have reappeared the Olympic Games 28 years ago. Colorful flags hung high in the streets and alleys, and in front of the screen where IFTS wonderful clips were played, crowded with audiences holding beer mugs. In this noisy ocean, Marconon was still wearing a high-end suit with a cut and timber, holding the hand of a beautiful woman through the crowd, looking at the railings on the Mediterranean coast with the sea breeze.

Tonight, I am destined to sleepless, and brilliant fireworks bloom in the sky. Facing this colorful fleeting moment, Wang Yuxiao narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to cover the dazzling light:

“Wow, it looks so good!

However, I still can't understand why so many people cheered and celebrated, as if they were not afraid at all."

"Haha, 'Life after the disaster', this is quite easy to understand."

The enchanting female companion was still watching the fireworks with excitement. The dazzling light illuminated the man's pupils, but the expression on Marconnon's face seemed a little lonely.

At this moment, in Barcelona, ​​thousands of miles away, there are only a few familiar faces missing in Ift's jubilant ocean. Li Gejian, Gao Meiyu, and two elite soldiers and generals are still spending time in the Air Force sanatorium. Although it is not a big deal, it will be the next one in two years to go out to the battlefield and win glory for the country.

However, after all, they still have a chance, and that person...

Emotions fluctuate. I never smoke, but I can't help but hold a cigarette and ignite it. The man's thoughts seem to turn into blue smoke, and follow the wind and don't know where to go.

As time passes, the western hemisphere is gradually falling asleep. The first ray of light comes from the eastern horizon and throws into the vast Gobi desert.

Central Asia, northwest of Baikonur, an unknown location, the "base" ruins.

The rising sun begins to rise, and then illuminates a vast sky. The sun shines on the earth, leaving undulating black shadows on the rugged landform.
Chapter completed!