Picking shit.
An authentic and solid wooden pole is placed on the shoulders. Heavy plastic buckets are hung on both ends of the pole, which are filled with green organic fertilizers. There are wisps of unique and familiar smells. The juice on the surface is rippling, ebbing and flowing, and floating a little inexplicably. of expanding matter.
Simply imagining it is exciting enough, of course, for those who are onlookers.
This job is definitely a nightmare for a pilot who can be called a proud man.
Now, in the middle area of the base's apron, the two sides are preparing for the first close combat training of the special air combat training.
The J-10A fighter plane numbered 81157 was filled with fuel. Firebird, the base's veteran pilot, had a serious face and wore an anti-Dutch suit. Under the watchful eyes of all the base's veteran pilots, he was making preparations before boarding the plane.
This battle with Student No. 1 must not be lost!
"Zhou Hai, are you sure? If you lose..."
In the parking lot on the 31st, Wang Zhuyu, who had just finished flight training, was wearing a light blue summer training uniform. His whole body was almost wet with sweat. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. His eyes were staring at Zhou Hai who was inspecting the aircraft. Worry.
Before she finished speaking, as a woman, she couldn't directly say the straightforward and vulgar word 'picking shit'.
Three days ago, after the phased assessment, Commander Lin Jian announced the content of the battle between Zhou Hai and Lao Fei Firebird. This news was like a bombshell, sweeping all the special training students and the Quzhou base in an instant.
The competition between Xin Fei and Lao Fei has never ended, but the loser has to work for Kongqinzao for a month in vegetable garden maintenance, which is definitely a brand new punishment.
"Fortunately, I will try my best." Zhou Hai carefully checked the left wing, looked at the time, and gave Wang Zhuyu a gentle smile without any other expression.
The time is 1:50, and there are 10 minutes left before the start of the competition.
"The fuel has been filled and the supply is complete." The young ground crew member held the military-grade high-pressure oil gun tightly with both hands. After checking the fuel filling situation, he turned off the gun head switch, terminated the refueling, and reported to the ground crew leader.
Bai Tangfei, who was also standing on the apron area, leaned on the metal shed wall and held the iced sour plum soup prepared by the nutritionist in his right hand.
He bit the plastic straw in his mouth and took a sip of the cold and nutritious sour plum soup. A look of fun appeared on his slightly dark face. He couldn't help but blinked and forced a sad expression: "Zhou Hai Comrade, if you lose, we can only visit you in the Kongqinzao vegetable field from now on."
It seems sad and worried, but in fact it is gloating.
In fact, seeing Zhou Hai deflated, Bai Tangfei felt more comfortable than drinking iced sour plum soup in the dog days of summer. No, almost all the students felt the same.
This mountain that weighs on our heads and makes everyone tremble is finally facing failure. What does this mean?
Everyone can take a good breath and take a rest.
Sad and worried?
nonexistent.
Bai Tangfei even wanted to put up a red banner, and even thought of a name - [Warmly celebrating Comrade Zhou Hai's successful defeat and contribution to the agricultural field of the motherland], but unfortunately the base did not allow it.
"What if I win?"
Seeing Bai Tangfei's expression, Zhou Hai smiled unabated, walked towards the seat on the edge of the metal wall, prepared to take the pilot's helmet, and joked.
"Win? Comrade Lao Zhou, if you really win, I will follow Lao Fei to Kongqin Zao to pick out a month's... um, vegetable garden maintenance work." Bai Tangfei heard this, pondered for a while, patted his chest, and revealed A proud expression.
Zhou Hai was stunned and said with a smile: "Really?"
"As a gentleman says, a horse is hard to catch. I still have some integrity." Bai Tangfei raised his head slightly, his face showing confidence.
confidence!
The confidence this time comes from the trust in the J-10a. As a standard third-generation fighter, the instantaneous hovering angle speed has greatly surpassed the L-15c Falcon, not to mention its other performance.
"Zhou Hai, work hard and try to get orders for this month. Look, what is this? The crown we prepared for you! It belongs to you!"
At this time, before Zhou Hai could speak, HNA student Yang Min had his back straight, his face was serious and solemn, he was walking in a standard goose step, and his hands were like holding a pole from the Kongqinzao vegetable garden.
The voice is impassioned and contains infectious and unique emotions.
Seeing Yang Min's appearance, even Wang Zhuyu, who was a little worried, curved his lips and couldn't help laughing.
"Okay, everyone, step aside, I'm getting ready to get on the plane."
Seeing this scene, Zhou Hai rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to these guys who were gloating about their misfortune. He picked up the standard helmet and tactical tablet, rechecked the gun, and turned to face the ready L-15C Falcon.
Sign the aviation logbook, board the plane, and prepare to start the engine.
Knowing the importance of the matter, Wang Zhuyu, Yang Min and others retreated to a safe area, all eyes focused on the L-15C Falcon in the parking lot 31.
L-15c versus J-10a!
Falcons vs. Raptors!
The battle between the world's most advanced high-level trainer aircraft and the king of third-generation aircraft!
"Buzz!"
The most familiar roar of the WS-10 Taihang turbofan engine came out, and the base's veteran "Firebird" controlled the J-10a that had awakened and slowly slid out of the parking space and drove smoothly along the aisle.
Immediately afterwards, the L-15C Falcon in the No. 31 parking bay opened its sharp eyes, and jets of high-temperature air were sprayed into the open area behind it. It slid out of the parking bay and faced the main runway of the base, preparing to take off.
The rules of this close-quarters fight are very simple. Traditional one-on-one, fire control radar illuminates for three seconds, no height limit. The engagement point is the outer airspace south of the Quzhou base. The two sides take off and open a distance of 8 kilometers from each other, and then start fighting.
"Student No. 1, remember to use all your strength. I won't stay behind. See you in the sky."
The old Firebird sitting on the ejection seat of the third-generation HTY-5 rocket, after obtaining the take-off permission from the base tower, gave a thumbs-up with his left hand to the L-15C Falcon gliding smoothly behind, regardless of whether Zhou Hai could see it or not.
This is the etiquette between pilots and is a tribute from experienced pilots to new pilots.
As soon as he finished speaking, the J-10A fighter jet, which was covered in silver, turned and submerged into the main runway of the base. Heat waves erupted from the tail nozzle, and the fuselage reflected the bright sunlight. It accelerated to take off with a unique and sharp momentum.
Move on, Raptors!
"See you in the sky, Firebird."
Hearing the sound coming from the encrypted communication channel, Zhou Hai stared at the back of the fighter jet quickly leaving on the runway, responded softly, then focused his eyes, took a deep breath, and adjusted his state and emotion.
This match against the J-10A and Laofei Firebird is both a challenge and an opportunity.
In Zhou Hai's opinion, it doesn't matter whether the final result is victory or defeat. What is important is what can be learned from this battle.
