The same was true for Bai Tangfei, Tong Yuan and other crash course pilot students sitting in the same row, including Xiao Nan and the three people sitting in the back row.
"Gulu..." Han Li couldn't help but swallow his throat and looked at Zhou Hai in front of the rostrum. He was a little confused and couldn't believe that this was a comrade he had known for more than a month.
Xiao Nan on the side looked expressionless after a brief moment of surprise. He looked at each other out of the corner of his eye with Zhao Ziqing, who had a faint smile on his lips, nodded in agreement, and said nothing.
At this moment, everyone in the front row of the audience was stunned when they saw the two military medals worn on Zhou Hai's chest.
Confused!
What is the situation with the second-class and third-class merit that suddenly appeared?
On the rostrum, eight people stood straight and walked to the center of the stage at a standard pace under the gaze of all the officers and soldiers in the auditorium.
"Everyone stand up and play the military song!" The director of the Political Department picked up the microphone and gave instructions.
"Uh-huh!"
In an instant, a thousand officers and soldiers in the audience and twelve college leaders on the stage stood up and straightened their bodies.
The whole place was silent.
The next second, the sound element equipment installed on both sides of the rostrum emitted a familiar and high-pitched melody, reaching the ears of everyone in the auditorium.
This is the march of the people's army that has imprinted its traces on China and where the soul of the army lies.
More than two minutes later, as the last note faded, the melody ended and the military song ended.
"Everyone, please take a seat."
The director of the Political Department looked serious and issued new instructions. After all the officers and soldiers in the auditorium and the college leaders sat down, he picked up the microphone and went directly to the topic:
"Comrades, on April 3, fifteen days ago, Comrade Zhou Hai, a 2019 crash course flight student from Shicheng Flight Academy, piloted the No. 109 L-15c Falcon advanced trainer aircraft and performed his first solo flight in a dual-plane flight. During the transition exercise mission, we encountered a series of major special incidents, which were listed as 4.3 major special incidents by the superior organization."
The rich and powerful sound enters everyone's ears through the high-sensitivity sound element equipment in the auditorium.
At this time, most of the officers and soldiers' eyes were focused on Zhou Hai.
Zhou Hai stood in a standard military posture, with his chest raised and his expression calm. His many awards experience left him with no fluctuations in his heart.
After too much experience, I have become bearish.
After all, he still has a first-class merit medal that he has yet to receive.
The same goes for Yang Xiaolong, who won third class merit next to him. On the contrary, the airport tower duty team and female controller Lin Ying looked a little excited, with red eyes, trying to maintain a military posture.
This is the first time for Lin Ying and his comrades in the class to experience the moment of being in the spotlight and enjoying the honor.
"During the major special incident on April 3, Comrade Zhou Hai and flight instructor Yang Xiaolong were attacked by high-altitude high-speed airflow first, and both fell into a stall and tail spin. Instructor Yang successfully recovered after falling 1,300 meters in altitude, while Comrade Zhou Hai was in the airflow zone In the central area, severely affected by horizontal wind shear and vertical wind shear, the fuselage showed a horizontal tail spin, and the rotation rate reached a maximum of 9 revolutions per second. Comrades here, I believe you all know what this data means. "
The director of the Political Department slowly stepped forward and stood next to Zhou Hai, looking at the dark crowd of officers and soldiers directly in front of him. With a serious expression, he slowly revealed the details: "After many attempts at high altitude to no avail, when the plane crashed, Zhou Hai Comrade Hai had no choice but to recover at medium and low altitudes. However, the recovery at medium altitudes still failed, as the plane rotated too fast. The tower controller, Comrade Lin Ying, then issued an ejection order in accordance with the training outline, but there were people on the ground!"
The voice is sonorous and powerful and contains sincere meaning.
Hearing the detailed content and process disclosed by the director of the Political Department, some people's hearts suddenly tightened, while all the flight students and instructors couldn't help but clench their hands, trembling with fear, and the dangerous scene at that time was already sketched in their minds.
Dangerous!
Extremely dangerous!
Everyone had been envious of Zhou Hai's treatment during this period, but they had no idea that the April 3 incident would be so dangerous.
Looking at Zhou Hai with a natural expression, Xiao Nan and the three of them, as close comrades-in-arms, had their minds in confusion, some blaming themselves, some admiring them, and some feeling lucky.
The shooting range officer sitting in the first row of the audience looked at the guy on the stage who had been having a headache for half a month with bright eyes. He took a deep breath and quietly raised his thumb with his right hand.
"Comrades, I want to play something for you. This is a recording of the conversation between No. 109 and the tower at that time." The director of the Political Department exhaled and said slowly.
After a brief rustling sound from the high-sensitivity sound element equipment, the clear voice of female controller Lin Ying came out first.
"No. 109, this is the college airport control tower. How is the situation?"
"Report to the tower, 121, I want to try to recover at medium and low altitudes to avoid the influence of two kinds of wind shear. I am now out of the range of the high-altitude jet stream."
"No. 109, your rotation speed is too fast, and the risk of recovery at medium and low altitudes is too great."
"There is no choice now, tower please answer."
"No. 109, medium and low altitude recovery allowed."
"Received on the 109th."
"No. 109, eject! Eject!"
"There are people on the ground, prepare to evacuate again!"
"No. 109, avoid ejection from the crowd. Your altitude is only 500 meters."
When female controller Lin Ying's anxious shouts ended, there was no response from Zhou Hai, and the series of conversation recordings, which lasted less than thirty seconds, also finished playing.
After the recording was played, the whole place was silent.
silence!
Deathly silence!
At this moment, all the officers and soldiers were stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the young figure on the stage, their throats subconsciously surged, but they didn't know what to say.
The officers and soldiers present here all belong to the Air Force system, and they deeply understand what it means to have a stall tail spin with an altitude of only 500 meters.
"When the plane was about to crash, and when the lives of the people on the ground were threatened, Comrade Zhou Hai resolutely chose to give up the last opportunity to eject, putting his own safety aside, and finally recovered at a low altitude of 362 meters, 5 meters above the ground. Pull up, save the lives of fighter planes and people, and create a miracle in the history of our military’s flight!”
The director of the Political Department stood in front of the eight people, his eyes like sharp knives, scanning all the officers and soldiers sitting in the auditorium, and his words suddenly became more passionate:
"However, just after Comrade Zhou Hai recovered from the stall and tail spin at ultra-low altitude, God seemed to be playing a joke on our hero. No. 109 climbed to an altitude of 112 meters and suddenly encountered a flock of pigeons raised by the masses. Unfortunately, a flock of birds occurred. The accident, the fighter plane was damaged, both engines caught fire and stopped, and the situation suddenly reached the most dangerous point. We were faced with a choice - ejection to escape, or forced landing? Moreover, the internal fuel tank of No. 109 at that time still contained a full 1,950 liters of aviation fuel."
Everyone was silent, tense, not daring to relax for a moment, afraid of missing any detail, even the crash course students such as Tong Yuan.
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