"Call the tower, 801 request landing, over." Yang Luo looked at the Haicheng training base getting closer and closer in front of him, and called through the communication system.

"801, surface wind direction 190, wind speed 3 meters per second, gust 5 meters per second, field pressure 985, runway one is clear, landing is complete." The Haicheng base tower commander responded immediately.

"801 received, ready to land, over." After Yang Luo replied, he controlled the No. 801 fighter plane to fly parallel to the runway, followed the landing procedure to make four turns, and at the same time lowered the landing gear during the second turn.

No. 801 J-7g landed on the ground and was taxiing at high speed. Yang Luo did not release the drag chute. He did not want to cause more trouble to the maintenance staff at night. He only used the braking system in the wheel hub to brake.

"801, enter the No. 3 tow path. There is a service waiting on the No. 3 apron. Over." After observing that the 801 J-7g driven by Yang Luo successfully landed, the tower immediately gave the next instructions.

Apron three?

Yang Luo's eyes lit up, and he could see old acquaintances. When he was learning to fly at the base, whether it was Novice 6 or the L-15 Falcon, the hangar where the Falcon was parked was the hangar behind the No. 3 apron.

"801 received." Yang Luo responded immediately. After thinking about it for a while, Yang Luo felt that it was better to greet the tower in advance and said: "Tower, I will take off again at five o'clock. Please give me your permission. Over."

"Okay, please submit the route as soon as possible so that I can report it. Complete."

"801 I understand, I will submit it as soon as possible, completed."

Turning from the runway into the No. 3 towing path, under the command of the flag signal, Yang Luo controlled the aircraft to taxi to the apron. From a distance, he discovered that the maintenance team waiting on the apron was indeed his old acquaintance, the captain of the No. 3 Maintenance Squadron.

The team led by Wu Zhijun was his maintenance team when he was learning to fly.

No. 801 J-7g braked and stopped on the tarmac. The maintenance staff who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly climbed up the boarding ladder. Wu Zhijun climbed up the boarding ladder and opened the cockpit glass.

"Yang Luo, why is it you?" Wu Zhijun looked at Yang Luo who was sitting in the cockpit and had taken off his flight helmet, and said in surprise.

"Isn't it just me? Why...are you not welcome?" Yang Luo said with a smile.

"You're welcome, it's disturbing your dreams, you expect me to welcome you, you're just thinking too much." Wu Zhijun said unhappily, turned to the members of the maintenance team below and said, "Brothers, this guy Yang Luo is so stupid

Will you welcome him when he comes back?"

"Not welcome."

"You see, this is the common aspiration of everyone." Wu Zhijun spread his hands and said.

"Okay, okay, my fault, I shouldn't have come back at this time and disturbed your sweet dreams." Yang Luo said with his hands in hand.

After going down to the ground and greeting everyone one by one, Yang Luo said sincerely: "Thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry for delaying everyone's rest."

Everyone was joking before, but Yang Luo's words came from the bottom of his heart.

The Haicheng training base is a simple flight training base. There are no flying troops stationed there, and there is no need for combat readiness duty. Naturally, the aircraft maintenance does not need to keep people on duty at night.

Wu Zhijun's team got a temporary notification from the tower and got up from the bed to carry out the mission.

"Go and do what you have to do." Wu Zhijun waved his hand and sent the maintenance staff to do their work, then handed Yang Luo a bottle of glucose water and dry food for one person, and said: "The flight crew is off duty, so just make do with it."

According to the normal procedure, Yang Luo should have had a side meal provided by the pilot restaurant, but Yang Luo was attacked suddenly. The pilot restaurant at Haicheng base had already closed for get off work, and without any preparation, he had to give Yang Luo dry food.

"It's okay, I'm not picky about food." Yang Luo took it unceremoniously, opened the glucose water, took a sip, then tore open the dry food and started eating. After more than an hour of flight, he was indeed hungry.

"Hey, Yang Luo, why did you land at the base so late? Are you on a mission?" Wu Zhijun asked curiously, "Of course, if you want to keep it secret, then don't talk about it. I understand the confidentiality regulations."

"It's a temporary decision. It's not a secret mission, but it's not suitable to tell you." Yang Luo smiled.

Some tasks are indeed not classified among pilots, but they will not be told to people other than pilots. Wu Zhijun thought that Yang Luo was performing such tasks, so he did not delve into it, brushed the topic aside, and said, "You are

He is one of the best students in this class at our base. Why is he still flying the second-generation J-7G? I know a few people who have already flown the third-generation aircraft."

Yang Luo told the story of the original mistake, and then asked curiously: "How many people are so lucky to have flown on third-generation aircraft?"

"Li Yuan, Zhang Shengquan, Xia Haishan, they are flying J-10, Zeng Zhaodong is flying J-11, Guo Jinrong is flying Su-30, and Shangguan Jinbao is flying J-16 at Hainan Airlines. I know these are the only six people

"The others are either flying second-generation aircraft, or they have lost contact." Wu Zhijun clapped his fingers and told everything he knew.

"The others are fine, both in theory and flight technology. They are at the forefront, but Zhang Shengquan and Zeng Zhaodong, they have always been the last ones, why are they flying on the last generation aircraft?" Yang Luo was a little unhappy, his tone

He said rather sourly.

"They are lucky. The troops under the command have basically completed the modification of third-generation aircraft. Naturally, they will go directly to third-generation aircraft." Wu Zhijun said.

People are more infuriating than others.

Although his grades were not as good as his own, his life was good. As for him, on the contrary, his grades were better than his own, but his life was better than his own. The J-10B he was supposed to get was changed to the J-7G. Thinking of this, Yang Luo became confused.

Even more unhappy.

Suddenly thinking of the gossip mentioned by Ye Jianlong, Yang Luo shook his head to shake away the unhappiness in his heart, smiled dumbly, and said: "I am about to fly the J-10, and it is the J-10b type with better performance."

…

The two of them chatted until Yang Luo finished eating the dry food and when Yang Luo was about to leave, Yang Luo said, "Captain Wu, I'm leaving first, and I'll leave the plane to you. I'll come back at five in the morning."

"Don't worry about the aircraft. There will be no problem in protecting the J-7. You can go and rest quickly."

After turning around and taking just two steps, Yang Luo suddenly turned around and asked, "Is my master at the base tonight?"

Wu Zhijun, who was about to go to work, turned around and said, "Are you talking about Instructor He? He took the students on a night flight tonight, and they should be resting at the base."

"If you take a student on a night flight, then he must be at the base." Yang Luo said with certainty, getting on the waiting commuter bus parked aside.

Yang Luo knew his master He Jianguo very well. After taking students on a night flight, he usually stayed in the instructors' dormitory at the base to rest instead of going back to his home in the cadres' family area five kilometers away.

He Jianguo, a colonel-level flight instructor at the regimental level. His flying skills are already very impressive in Yang Luo's opinion, but what's even more amazing is his teaching ability. He has taught a lot in his nearly ten years as an instructor at Haicheng Base.
Chapter completed!