"Yes, confirm the order."
Zhou Hai had a smile on his lips, and his eyes were more than a hundred meters away, and he carefully observed Su Peng, who was suppressing the strange feeling in his body. He took over the command of the memorial team according to the order, and immediately contacted the base tower more than 80 kilometers away: "Call the base. , call base, this is the memorial team, I am Zero."
"The base received it, Zero, what happened? Where is the Overlord?" In the encrypted radio communication channel, the somewhat confused voice of the base controller on duty immediately came out.
Zhou Hai gave the situation concisely and quickly: "Reporting to the base, Bawang suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach. It was initially judged to be a large size. He is trying to hold it in with perseverance. He is expected to return to the base and land in 6 minutes and 30 seconds. I will temporarily serve as the commander of the memorial team. The remaining fuel on board is 18%."
"..."
The encrypted radio channel fell into silence and there was no sound.
Stomach upset?
Hold it in through perseverance?
6 minutes and 30 seconds?
God forbid, this is the rhythm of artificial bombing from the sky.
After a few seconds, the confused controller on duty said leisurely: "The base has received it. If Overlord really can't hold it in any longer, we will allow it to be resolved on the spot...to avoid affecting flight safety."
If it really doesn't work, we can only solve it by God.
Pulling up the crotch is a small thing, but it affects flight safety greatly.
Regarding the physiological problems of fighter pilots, it has always been a global aviation problem. Along with bird collisions, it can only reduce the probability, but there is no way to prevent it.
Urination can still be solved with diapers and small external storage devices, but when it comes to large sizes, it is completely blind and there is no way to deal with it.
The narrow fighter cockpit and precious flight load make it impossible to install a very large airborne toilet system.
Either my pants are full of shit, or I return to land.
Fortunately, the memorial team has completed its flight mission and is returning home. It is expected to arrive at the base in 6 minutes and 30 seconds.
However, the only hidden danger is that the remaining fuel on board is only 18%, falling below the minimum warning line.
"The words zero reception, base, and immediate solution are very novel and vivid."
Zhou Hai was slightly shocked when he heard what the attendant said. He quickly looked at the stiff-faced Overlord, suppressed a smile, and gave a serious and serious evaluation.
Will it be solved on a day-to-day basis?
Are you so serious?
Inadvertently, it is a novel professional vocabulary exclusive to fighter pilots.
"Thank you, Zero, I think so too. Please pay attention to the effects of high-altitude turbulence and report the aircraft's condition at any time." The controller's response came from the encrypted radio channel.
"..."
Su Peng, who held the light transmission joystick tightly with his right hand, heard the exchange between the two parties and said nothing. He gritted his teeth to resist the strong impact one after another.
Now, he truly felt that seconds seemed like years, and he felt restless.
It was extremely uncomfortable to hold it in forcibly.
The most troublesome thing is that you have to control a fighter jet worth hundreds of millions of yuan!
As time passed by, the aviation fuel stored in the internal fuel tank continued to be consumed. The two J-10Ds flew at high speed, spanning dozens of kilometers, and returned to Pengcheng. They then contacted the tower and obtained the landing permission and ground parameters according to standard procedures before arriving. landing.
One after the other, under the watchful eye of the base controller, the two fighter planes landed safely in a standard attitude.
It has to be said that even though Su Peng had stomach discomfort, was physically and mentally tired after a two-hour long flight, his judgment and operation were not affected.
The entire landing process was standard and precise.
"It's okay." On the mountain wall, the controller on duty in the tower breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the two fighter planes land smoothly.
The fighter plane landed safely, the Overlord held it in forcibly, and there was no 'just a solution', everything was fine.
As if returning home, the two War Eagles returned to the No. 2 cave hangar in an orderly manner.
Stop, turn off the avionics and engines, open the glass cockpit, and receive all-round, one-stop top-notch service from the Second Ground Support Squadron.
Top ground handling team, top service.
"Quick, quick, build a ladder for No. 009!"
Liu Honglin, who received the notification from the tower, quickly urged.
"Zhou Hai, don't wait for me, I'll go to the toilet first."
Su Peng, who had been holding it in for six minutes and thirty seconds with a pale face. After the glass cockpit was opened and the boarding ladder was set up, he quickly turned over and got off the plane. He informed Zhou Hai and ran to the toilet as quickly as possible. .
run!
It’s really for running!
Su Peng, who had a strong feeling of churn in his stomach, now only wanted to do one thing - bomb the toilet.
There is a single toilet in the hangar of Cave No. 2.
"Uh... run slowly, Captain Su, don't move too much, it's easy to pull the crotch of your pants." Zhou Hai leisurely climbed down the boarding ladder, looked at Su Peng's retreating figure, and reminded him.
Su Peng didn't look back and was moving very fast. Now, he almost didn't want to talk to anyone.
"Here, I wonder if Su Peng has a bad stomach. I haven't seen him like this for a long time."
Liu Honglin watched Su Peng's retreating figure, slightly confused and wanting to laugh. He took a step forward and handed the bottle containing glucose solution to Zhou Hai.
"Thanks, Captain Liu. I don't know about this either. It shouldn't be the case."
Zhou Hai laughed and shook his head. He took the transparent bottle handed by squadron leader Liu Honglin. He smiled, unscrewed the bottle cap, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip of the warm and nutritious glucose liquid to replenish the energy consumed by the body. and body fluids.
Bad stomach?
The probability is very small, it may be the residual influence of laxatives during the physical examination.
"Okay, I believe you are tired after flying for two hours, so I won't chat with you. Now it's noon, let's go eat quickly." Liu Honglin smiled at Zhou Hai and said.
It was noon, time for lunch.
Zhou Hai nodded, smiled at squadron leader Liu Honglin and the rest of the ground crew in front of him, and said, "Okay, Captain Liu, fellow ground crew members, I'll go eat first, and you'll have to work hard for the rest."
"What's the trouble? There's no need to be so polite. We've said it many times. Maintaining fighter planes is our job." Hearing Zhou Hai's polite words, Liu Honglin's dark and rough face smiled, waved his hand, and turned towards the operating table. , picked up the portable inspection tool and prepared to start a new round of fighter aircraft inspection and maintenance.
Logistics maintenance of fighter aircraft is the job of their ground staff.
Several ground staff who were around for inspection and maintenance nodded and smiled at Zhou Hai, and then got busy in an orderly manner.
"Let's go." Zhou Hai smiled and didn't say much.
Picking up the flight backpack and tactical tablet, Zhou Hai, with a smile on his face, said goodbye to Liu Honglin and the rest of the ground crew, left the No. 2 cave hangar, and walked towards the air service stove of the base, ready to eat.
The weather was sunny, and the sunlight hanging in the sky was a bit fierce.
The sky in early April already had a faint feeling of summer heat.
