The 122nd Regiment is stationed in the suburbs of Shuangshan City, about 650 kilometers away from the Haicheng Base.

The JJ-7 was galloping at an altitude of 5,000 meters, with a cruising speed of more than 900 kilometers per hour. In less than an hour, it had arrived at the Dongling Field Station where the 122nd Regiment was stationed.

The temperature in Shuangshan City in June is still very low. Although the sun is shining overhead, the temperature is still less than 20 degrees.

On the ground, iconic buildings and straight runways come into view. There are four runways, each of which is 5,000 meters long and can take off and land at least four fighter planes at the same time.

"Give me control, we are about to land." Ye Jianlong said as he arrived at the station.

"Okay." Yang Luo took his hands off the control stick, his feet no longer stepped on the left and right rudders, and handed control of the aircraft to Ye Jianlong.

Ye Jianlong held the joystick and slowly lowered the height, while Yang Luo, who had let go of the control, was lowering his head to observe the station.

Dongling Station can be described as big in one word. It is really big. Compared with the station at Haicheng Base, it is several times bigger. The runway alone is more than twice as long.

Suddenly, Yang Luo discovered that a silver-gray J-7g was climbing towards him from the direction of the station, as if it had just taken off.

"Squadron leader, a J-7G is coming." Yang Luo reminded.

"I saw it, it should be Lao Lu." Ye Jianlong said with a faint smile. He did not evade the opponent just because he was coming towards him, and still descended according to the established route.

The two planes were facing each other, one was descending and the other was climbing. Neither of them seemed to have any intention of changing their course, and they were just flying straight towards each other.

Yang Luo sweated in his heart and was startled by the two men's cool operations. It wasn't that he didn't want to believe in their skills, but that the two machines were almost in a straight line. If one of them made a mistake, it would be the result of a collision.

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"Don't be nervous, this is Lao Lu's common move." Ye Jianlong seemed to know that Yang Luo was nervous, and comforted him.

When the distance between the two aircraft was less than 50 meters, the J-7G's nose suddenly increased in elevation while climbing, and it climbed rapidly upward from the front of the J-7's nose.

The distance between the two planes was less than 5 meters at the closest point. It could almost be said that they passed by each other.

Yang Luo was frightened, and his eyes were as wide as bells. He had never seen such flying technology in his ivory tower.

Very courageous and very skilled.

The J-7g performed an inversion maneuver, then lowered its nose and chased to the left side of the J-7's fuselage to fly with it. The two aircraft were less than 10 meters apart.

He was speechless now about the courage and skills of these old pilots, they were so awesome. Being able to fly a plane was nothing, but being able to do tricks was really awesome.

However, Yang Luo is not discouraged. He has a system and has doubled the flight time than others. The only difference is the accumulation of flight time. One day, he will be able to catch up with and surpass them.

Through the glass on the left, Yang Luo could clearly see the J-7g fighter, with nose number 801. The pilot was a man in his forties.

"Is this the pilot who retired today?" Yang Luo asked guessing.

Ye Jianlong didn't care about the movements of the J-7G on the left side. He had become accustomed to it and replied calmly: "Yes, it's him, the most skilled pilot in our group, Lu Yonghao. This is a meeting gift from him."

The meeting gift was so original and unique, in fact, Yang Luo thought it was more like a show of force.

"Chongzi, you're pretty fast. You brought a rookie back so quickly. What's the result of the assessment?" Pilot No. 801 Lu Yonghao asked through the unlimited encrypted channel.

Yang Luo didn't have a flying helmet, so naturally he couldn't hear Lu Yonghao's voice, but he could hear Ye Jianlong's voice.

"It's better than expected. You can fly directly on the plane." Ye Jianlong controlled the fighter plane and continued to descend, saying, "Mouse, this is your last flight, so don't let it slip."

"Chongzi, I really want to fight you again, but it's a pity that you brought a drag bottle." Lu Yonghao said in despair, "In the first team, you are the only one worthy of being my opponent."

"Mouse, just wait, I'll send him down first, and then come up and fight you for three hundred rounds." After Ye Jianlong finished speaking, he accelerated his descent.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." After Lu Yonghao said that, he pulled up the nose of the plane, rolled upwards and climbed, no longer flying with him.

Yang Luo listened in confusion, but he could infer from Ye Jianlong's words what the two were talking about.

"I'll send you down first, and I'll come up to accompany him one last time later." After Ye Jianlong finished speaking, he turned to the station's ground tower: "Call the tower, 811 to request landing."

The military confidential channel immediately sounded the voice of the tower commander on duty: "811, wind direction 115, wind speed 3 meters per second, field pressure 1008, you can land, runway 4 is clear."

"811 received it, ready to land." Ye Jianlong said, "Tower, we have just agreed to 801's aerial combat, please approve it."

"Okay." The commander on duty said concisely.

"Understood." Ye Jianlong said excitedly, controlling the JJ-7 to hover over the station and lowering the landing gear.

After getting the prompt that the landing gear was lowered, Ye Jianlong just entered the fourth turn. Without any hesitation, Ye Jianlong pressed the lever and pointed the nose of the aircraft towards the runway.

The landing gear on the belly of the fuselage came into contact with the hardened road surface, the fuselage shook slightly, the nose landing gear fell, and the tail deceleration chute was released.

Brake, slow down.

The JJ-7 has a big shortcoming: the taxiing distance is extremely long, with a take-off taxiing distance of more than 900 meters and a landing taxiing distance of more than 850 meters.

This is a very embarrassing distance.

The JJ-7 did not stop on the runway, but taxied straight to Hangar No. 1 and braked to a stop on the apron in front of Hangar No. 1.

As soon as the plane stopped, ground staff pushed the boarding ladder, placed it on the cockpit of the fuselage, and climbed up the boarding ladder to open the cockpit glass cover.

"After getting off the plane, you wait for me on the tarmac. I'll go up and meet Lao Lu first." Ye Jianlong said as he unfastened his seat belt.

"Okay." After Yang Luo finished speaking, he unbuckled his seat belt, picked up the travel bag placed behind the cockpit, and went down the boarding stairs.

Ye Jianlong almost jumped off the plane, regardless of etiquette, and shouted: "Gouzi, is my plane ready?"

Immediately, a ground crewman with the rank of major replied: "Insects, we are ready."

Yang Luo was amused. He felt that these people were so weird and their nicknames were simply disgusting.

Can't bugs, dogs, and mice be nicknamed taller? I don't know what other strange nicknames I will hear.

Yang Luo was excited, and suddenly thought that he might also be given a nickname.

"No." Yang Luo shook his head and comforted himself.

Ye Jianlong ignored Yang Luo and threw Yang Luo directly on the tarmac. He himself ran into the hangar with his helmet in hand.
Chapter completed!