The hard-working umbrella picker is responsible for picking up the umbrella, the strong personnel are responsible for building the boarding ladder, and the mechanical maintenance technician surrounds the fuselage and is responsible for basic inspections.
The drop-shaped glass canopy slowly opened. A layer of sweat oozed from Yang Xiaolong's forehead. His body was tired. He unbuckled his seat belt and told Zhou Hai: "My performance was very good today. After I go back, I will remember and ponder it carefully. I will continue tomorrow and get it as soon as possible." High-altitude stall and tail spin recovery subjects."
"Yes." After hearing Yang Xiaolong's words, Zhou Hai nodded in response, took off his pilot's helmet, unfastened his seat belt, stood up and left.
The two of them climbed down the boarding stairs and came to the ground.
Yang Xiaolong was a little exhausted and seemed out of breath. His thermal clothes were almost soaked with sweat and his legs were shaking slightly. He took the bottle of salt and sugar water from the ground crew leader waiting at the side and took a few sips to replenish the lost body fluids.
The ground crew leader, who was about forty years old, wore technical epaulettes on both shoulders. His cheeks were slightly thin and dark, obviously due to the constant sun exposure. There was a twisted and eye-catching scar on the back of his right hand. He held a bottle of salt and sugar water and handed it to Zhou Hai: "Here, student Zhou."
"Thank you." Zhou Hai smiled as if nothing was wrong, took it, thanked the unfamiliar ground crew leader, opened the lid and took a sip.
The ground crew leader comforted him: "It's okay. You must be tired after flying for so long. Go back and have a good rest."
Holding the glass bottle, Zhou Hai smiled slightly and nodded without saying a word.
"Hello, Teacher Yang, and hello fellow maintenance comrades!" At this moment, Xiao Nan and three others, wearing training uniforms, walked into the shed-style apron of No. 20 and raised their hands to salute Yang Xiaolong and the five ground crew members.
Yang Xiaolong was resting on a chair, with beads of sweat as big as rice grains sliding down his cheeks. He looked at Xiao Nan and everyone, raised his hands in return, and couldn't help but smile: "You guys, you don't need to train today?"
"Hello." The ground crew leader and other crew members raised their hands in response to Xiao Nan and the others.
Zhou Hai looked at the three of them with a smile on his face.
Xiao Nan winked at Zhou Hai, raised his hand and reported to Yang Xiaolong: "Teacher Yang, the physical training is over this morning, let's see how Zhou Haifei is doing."
Zhao Ziqing and Han Li stood in military postures and glanced at Zhou Hai.
"Flying is okay, Zhou Hai. Today's training is over. You can rest in the afternoon." Yang Xiaolong waved his hand, with a rosy face. He opened the lid and took a sip of salt and sugar water. He asked again: "Remember what I said and go with them. .”
"Yes, Teacher Yang." Zhou Hai straightened his back, raised his hands in salute, turned around and walked towards Xiao Nan and the others.
Seeing Zhou Hai coming, Xiao Nan and the others showed bright smiles on their faces and said goodbye to Yang Xiaolong: "Goodbye, Teacher Yang."
Yang Xiaolong smiled slightly and watched the four people in dormitory 308 retreating away.
In the quiet shed-type apron, a group of ground crew members began inspection and maintenance work around the L-15C Falcon.
The ground crew leader stared at Yang Xiaolong, who was full of sweat and tired. He frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "Lao Yang, did you fly high and overload for a long time again today? You should take good care of your body."
When he got off the plane just now, Yang Xiaolong's legs were shaking and he almost stumbled and fell to the ground. This is a physiological manifestation of the body being subjected to high overload for a long time.
As a ground crew leader who has worked with Yang Xiaolong for nearly ten years, every time I see Yang Xiaolong's appearance, I know that he has endured long-term flight overload and his body is in a very tired state.
"It's okay, just take a rest." Yang Xiaolong smiled: "Zhou Hai is a good young man, Deputy Lei asked me to take care of him."
Today's first actual flight actually only consisted of four items - preparation before takeoff, takeoff, overload limit assessment, and landing.
Climbing to an altitude of 12,000 meters and leading Zhou Hai to experience and practice supersonic flight was entirely Yang Xiaolong's arrangement.
Of course, as a veteran flight instructor, Yang Xiaolong has sufficient qualifications and power to add or delete higher education aircraft flight subjects to a certain extent.
"Don't say much, just know what you know." The ground crew leader shook his head slightly. After leaving these words, he picked up the military metal flaw detector and walked towards the L-15C, which had an inexplicable smell on the fuselage.
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The gentle and bright sunshine, like running water, shines on the academy filled with military atmosphere.
In the college airport behind him, higher education aircraft of various models were rising and falling one after another, and the roar of their engines could be heard all around.
The gentle breeze caressed me gently, carrying the cool wind and dispelling any trace of heat.
"Why did you get up to see me? It's not like you've never flown before." Walking on the road, Zhou Hai looked at the three people around him and couldn't help laughing.
Xiao Nan, standing next to Zhou Hai, rolled his eyes: "Comrade Zhou, what you said is wrong. Although everyone has flown into the sky, who has flown L-15C?"
"Xiao Tiegongji is right, that's right. Lao Zhou, tell me what it feels like to fly the new Falcon today. Were you knocked unconscious during the overload test?"
Han Li's eyes shone brightly: "Damn it, it was my first time to fly Teacher Yang in a 360° roll from left to right. I experienced dizziness and positive and negative overload. I almost threw up."
"They have only one real purpose. Today is your first real flight. It happens to be noon, so they ask you to take out the allowance in your pocket and have a small dinner party in the cafeteria." Zhao Ziqing couldn't help laughing and winked at Zhou Hai:
"But I am different. I think we should have dinner together not only at lunch but also in the evening."
"..."
After hearing Zhao Ziqing's words, Zhou Hai looked at Xiao Nan and Han Li, whose eyes were shining, and fell into silence.
"Hey, be silent, Old Zhou, don't you know what day it is today? March 13th is the time when you and l-15c's eldest wife will set your marriage date." Han Li put his right hand on Zhou Hai's shoulder and said with a sly smile.
Xiao Nan's words were deep and solemn, and his eyes gradually deepened: "This is the big wife of L-15C! There are only four of them in the whole hospital, and this is the most important moment in a pilot's life!"
"Yes, this is a marriage. How important is the relationship between ancient and modern times?" Zhao Ziqing licked his lips and nodded repeatedly: "Zhou Hai, you have to understand one thing. You are the only man flying L-15C in our dormitory 308. In the male student dormitory, there is only Bai Tangfei in dormitory 101..."
"Stop, stop, don't go too far, it's just a meal, I'll treat you." Zhou Hai had a look of helplessness on his face, gently held his forehead, and quickly interrupted Zhao Ziqing's chatter.
Zhao Ziqing was stunned for a moment, then a bright smile appeared on his serious and solemn face, and he blinked: "What about tonight?"
Xiao Nan and Han Li stared at Zhou Hai with eager expressions.
"Please come tonight too."
Zhou Hai sighed.
"Let's go, comrades, attack the canteen position. Old Xiao, tell Squad Leader Wang to serve the best food. It would be better if there is Lafite from 1982." Han Li raised his right hand, puffed out his chest, his face was solemn and solemn .
