Special Years
Chapter 511: I saw military planes!
The convoy drove for a full day, and at dusk finally entered a camp with a sign of the military restricted zone.
After passing through the gate, Zhuang Yan was the first to see a vast open space in the distance. Above the open space, there were various aircraft parked there. Unlike civil aviation aircraft, it looked like a military aircraft.
"I saw the plane!"
As a soldier who stayed by the tailgate and could see the situation outside the car for the first time, Zhuang Yan did his part to broadcast live to the comrades inside.
"There seem to be a lot of planes! I saw helicopters and cargo planes!"
I have seen the military helicopter solemnly. At that time, when the 1st division was teaching the brigade to recognize pictures in the field, use diagrams and survival training, a comrade-in-arms of the 1st squadron had an accident. It was the solemn class who carried him to the landing site by the river valley.
"That's not a cargo plane, that's a transport plane." Luo Pingan corrected solemnly and said, "There is a Zhi-8, there is a Yun-8, there is an Il-76..."
"Wow! What are we doing here?" Zhang Yaoyi asked.
"Stupid! When you came to the airport, of course, you came to learn skydiving!" Su Huikai couldn't help but despise Zhang Yaoyi: "Did you come here to learn how to juggle!?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Looking at those planes solemnly, they are completely different from civil aircraft. Although they are not as beautiful as the patterns on the fuselage of civil aircraft, they are all painted with a yellowish color, and some of them are propeller planes, which seem to be a bit backward in design.
You can think of being able to jump off such a big plane, and I feel a burst of pride in my heart.
"It's really exciting!" said solemnly and intoxicatedly: "I'm happy to take a big plane for free."
Luo Pingan poured cold water on him and said, "Zhuangyan, what do you think?"
He searched with his eyes, and pointed to a row of planes lined up in the corner of the distant airport.
"If you want to jump, jump from those planes first."
Zhuang Yan looked in the direction his squad leader's finger pointed, and sure enough he saw a row of planes painted green.
However, after seeing it clearly, he couldn't help expressing his huge psychological gap with the phrase "I rely on".
That can also be called a plane! ?
That's right, if you say that everything with wings is called an airplane, then it's actually a thing.
Looking at the style and appearance of that row of planes, even if the planes are so solemn, they can feel the backwardness coming towards them.
Twin-wing aircraft...
Majestic felt that this thing was just like the old World War II planes that I saw in war movies when I was a child.
Yes, that's right.
so similar!
"Squad leader, can that thing still fly?" Zhuang Yan raised serious doubts.
Luo Pingan said: "Why can't you fly? This plane is called the Yun-5 modification. It is durable and fuel-efficient. It can take off and land easily on grass and sand, and it is easy to maintain and saves the runway. Che, you say, there is a better plane than it? Don't look like this, hard-working and not picky eaters, I think back then, your squad leader and my first jump in the blue sky were also dedicated to it."
No matter how Luo Pingan boasted about this ugly plane, Zhuang Yan felt that it was still a little unreliable.
So he asked: "Squad leader, when did you think this plane was designed and manufactured? I see that feeling, why do you want to enter the museum?"
Luo Pingan said: "The Yun-5 transport plane is the first self-manufactured transport plane in our country. Nanchang Aircraft Manufacturing Company is responsible for its prototype. The An-2 transport plane designed by the Soviet Union in the 1940s was finalized in December 1957 and approved in 1958. It was mass-produced, but there have been many modifications since then, and what we use now for training is its improved model.”
The convoy continued to drive forward, solemnly watching the row of Yun-5s go away.
The airplane designed in 1957 is my ancestor! That could be my dad!
Zhuang Yan thought to himself, and couldn't help but feel a little worried.
The Yun-5 looks simple and thin, giving people no sense of security.
When he thought that he would be sitting in this kind of plane and ascend to the blue sky, Zhuang Yan couldn't help but panic a little.
In the sky, what if it falls apart?
But don't be afraid to think about it, don't you have a parachute?
When the day comes, I should be able to skydive too, that's all I need to do. Anyway, I can only succeed in skydiving, I can't die if I die.
Following solemn thoughts, the convoy finally stopped in a camp not far from the airport.
"Get out of the car!"
Han claimed that he had already got out of the car, and stood under the car and shouted.
Everyone immediately jumped out of the car and gathered in front of Han Zizuo.
"Tell me briefly." Han Zi boasted pointing to the building behind and said, "For the next three months, we will all stay here and participate in the umbrella training. Our training tasks are very tight, and there are still about four and a half months before the competition. Therefore, in the past three months, we will not only conduct parachute training, but also conduct shooting training of various firearms, there are training grounds and camps for airborne troops nearby, we can borrow them.”
After a while, he said: "The first task now is to settle down. The row room is temporarily borrowed from the Air Force Brothers. The conference room on the third floor is for us. Don't make a mistake."
He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and continued: "There is still an hour before dinner time. You must move your weapons and equipment into the row room on the fourth floor within an hour. There is a small single room in it, which can be used as equipment and weapons storage. Warehouse. Okay, no nonsense, one hour, don’t sleep tonight if it’s over time, run a 20-kilometer armed cross-country run for me!”
After speaking, he waved his hand.
"Disband! Move things!"
When Han Zizheng was talking, he solemnly noticed that in the building behind him, many soldiers in Air Force uniforms were sticking out their heads upstairs, wearing a Benni hat and a quick-draw holster on their legs. Guys in custom tactical vests, pointing curiously.
Zhuang Yan couldn't help but straighten his chest.
Now, he is finally the kind of soldier that people look up to.
Back then, he also looked at the veterans of the "Red Arrows" brigade in this way.
However, the only shortcoming is that he has not yet obtained the Lightning Blade Armband, otherwise he will be even more imposing.
He had been locked in the camp before, and Zhuang Yan had been with the brigade for more than a month. Now he finally saw other troops.
When he was moving things, Zhuang Yan had the wind under his feet and walked lightly. In the eyes of those airmen, he felt that his bones were a little lighter.
This is the station of an Air Force ground handling company~lightnovelpub.net~ Every year, the "Red Arrow" brigade comes here for parachute training, but they have never borrowed a row room here. Since the training of the hunter detachment is separate, it is completely by Han Zizheng Control, although it is also affiliated to the "Red Arrow" brigade, but does not train with the battalion company.
There were only 25 people in total, and it was more than enough to borrow someone else's conference room to settle down.
For skydiving, solemnity has no concept at all.
In the past, my impression of skydiving was completely from TV. Isn't it just that you jumped out of the plane door with an umbrella bag on your back, opened the umbrella in the air, and then waited leisurely for the landing?
This kind of completely layman's idea quickly made reality slap his face.
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