Xiao Ming climbed into the cockpit of the aircraft, and it turned out to be a two-seat fighter jet that he was familiar with.
He couldn't wait to sit in the front row and waved down: "Blade, come up quickly."
Dao Feng was startled: "Commander-in-Chief, if we want to take off, we need the cooperation of the ground staff."
Xiao Ming fumbled with the flight instruments skillfully: "I know, let's test drive it first and see if it can move.
You will be my weapons operator."
Dao Feng looked embarrassed and hesitated: "Commander-in-Chief, can you change this task to someone else?
I'm afraid I can't do it."
Xiao Ming looked at Dao Feng with some strangeness.
This guy who was fearless on the x battlefield actually had a hint of fear in his eyes.
Could it be that he was afraid of death when he saw that this mission was dangerous?
That's not right, he already knew that he and Xiao Ming were the ones carrying out this mission, and he didn't show any intention of backing down along the way.
Xiao Ming rolled his eyes and suddenly realized: "Are you afraid of heights or afraid of flying?"
Blade didn't comment, he just stood blankly under the plane, with a confused look on his face, like a lost child.
Xiao Ming knew that he had to convince Dao Feng and overcome his inner demons.
Changing generals on the spot is a taboo, and he needs Blade, a combat master who is familiar with the European terrain, to jointly deal with any variables that may arise in this nuclear strike.
He stood up and stood high on the nose of the plane, as if he were standing on the shoulders of a giant: "Comrade Blade, everyone will die.
This is an unchangeable fact.
Although I don't believe in God, I believe: Death will only Take away people without souls, while angels will take away people with souls.
We all have souls and can face death calmly.
When people die, it seems that only a corpse will be left behind.
But think about it carefully.
In fact, you can still leave something behind, Comrade Blade, what do you want to leave behind?"
Dao Feng looked up at the plane with complex eyes, as if he understood Xiao Ming's words, and his expression gradually became determined.
If I use Chinese to describe it, it would be: If I don't go to hell, who will?
He kicked off his feet, climbed onto the plane, got into the back row, and made an OK gesture to Xiao Ming.
Xiao Ming was overjoyed, sat back, started the plane, and checked the instruments.
Except that there was not much oil, everything else was normal.
He drove the plane out of the stand and taxied slowly to confirm that it was ready to take off.
Then, he parked the fighter jet in the middle aisle, turned off the engine, turned to look at the blade, and grinned: "Brother, even if we die, we must leave a new world of freedom."
This is the first time that Xiao Ming calls him Brother Blade.
Although the title of comrade is noble and has a sense of mission, in the end of the world when survival is paramount, the personal friendship between warriors may be more important than collective belief and can serve as a bond. .
At least, that's the case for Xiao Ming.
"Brother" Dao Feng's boyishly handsome face revealed a trembling wry smile, "Go home quickly and leave this place to me.
Otherwise, the two wives of the commander-in-chief will ask me for help."
Xiao Ming didn't want to leave so soon, but in order to help Dao Feng overcome his fear, it might be better to let him take on the preparation work alone: "Okay, hurry up and try to take off as soon as dawn."
The elevator at the base can be controlled remotely through the command center.
Xiao Ming entered the elevator alone, climbed up and down a few times, and when he came out, he was at the entrance of the military camp where his home was located.
It was nearly midnight, and the officers and soldiers had turned off their lights and went to sleep.
Only the sentry was still standing guard.
Apparently receiving the notice from the headquarters, the two sentries quietly saluted Xiao Ming without making any noise.
As soon as Xiao Ming entered the house, Huo Huo rushed to his feet, wagging his tail and having fun.
Mei Mei and Wan Ruo didn't even change their clothes, and sat helplessly on the edge of the bed, looking pitiful.
It seemed that if he didn't come tonight, they would just sit like this all night.
Xiao Ming suppressed his weakness, smiled playfully, and said in a ridiculous Peking Opera line: "You two ladies, you are here for your husband."
Unexpectedly, the two girls looked at him intently, with tears rolling down in clusters, and choked with sobs: "Husband, it's too dangerous, can we not go?"
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Xiao Ming's ambition turned into a soft hug, and he stepped forward to hug each other, kissing away the tears of the two girls: "Honey, I don't want to go either, but this task is too arduous.
If it were anyone else, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to complete it."
Rose cried so much that the pear blossoms were beaten by rain: "Husband, we shouldn't be here.
It's better to go anywhere else than to risk your life all the time."
Wanruo even burst into tears: "Husband, if something happens to you, how will my sister and I live?"
Xiao Ming didn't know how to comfort his two wives, so he had to cry together.
His nose was sore and he burst into tears: "Rose, Wanruo, why would I risk my life?
In my dreams, I want to find a pure land and live a peaceful life with you without fighting against the world.
But.
As the old saying goes, the earth is so big that there is no room for a big peaceful bed."
"What?
North China is so big that there is no room for a quiet desk."
The second daughter corrected her husband while wiping her tears.
She really couldn't figure out how this brat with only a first-grade elementary school education could become the president of a republic. commanding Xiao Ming rolled his eyes and continued to squeeze out tears: "It's more important that the desk is used as a big bed, so that the two ladies and I can have sex."
"You little bastard and little pervert, you're already thinking about this now."
The two women laughed through tears and hit their husband with their pink fists.
Huo Huo blinked his wolf eyes and couldn't figure out why the host and hostess were crying and laughing at the same time.
Xiao Ming finally resolved the offensive of tears from the two wives, and took them to the bed for a gentle conversation.
Seeing this, Huo Huo immediately got into the wolf den built in the corner, with his head facing in and his tail facing out.
See no evil and hear no evil.
This was carefully trained by Xiao Ming to prevent it from failing to learn well.
For a long time, Rose and Wanruo lay on both sides of Xiao Ming with flushed faces and fluffy hair.
They were worried again: "Husband, how sure are you of this action?"
Xiao Ming was 50% sure, so he naturally exaggerated to his two wives: "About 80%."
She leaned on his shoulder reluctantly: "Husband, aren't you a little afraid?"
Xiao Ming honestly confessed: "Not only that, before every battle, I am so scared that my legs are shaking.
This problem started during the Nuclear Corpse Challenge Competition."
Rose was surprised: "Why didn't I see it?
I've never seen you look scared."
Xiao Ming sighed: "That's what I have practiced.
I have practiced it to the point where fear is invisible.
This is the so-called great concealment."
The second daughter was amused by him again: "How can you be Dayin?
I think you are Dabai."
"Dabai" Xiao Ming heard this term for the first time.
Rose, who said this word, explained with a smile: "Xiaobaiwen is a no-brainer, but your Dabaiwen is no brainer.
Don't waste Chinese in the future."
Wanruo laughed harder and harder: "My dear husband, you are so naive."
Xiao Ming said with a shy face: "If you don't let me ruin the Chinese language, I have no choice but to ruin the two ladies."
"Little bastard, little pervert" the two girls moaned again and again.
After a while, Xiao Ming spread his arms, let the two wives rest on each side, and poured out the boundless love in his heart: "Rose, Wanruo, although we are unfortunately born in this era, meeting you two is my greatest luck."
Regardless of luck or misfortune, for Xiao Ming, everything will be forgotten.
He will carry out the most dangerous mission in his life, dropping a megaton strategic nuclear bomb.
This is also the third time in human history that an aircraft has dropped a nuclear bomb.
In the traditional nuclear weapons triangle, there are three ways to deliver strategic nuclear weapons, namely sea, land and air amphibious delivery, including strategic bombers, land-based ballistic missiles, and ballistic missile submarines.
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In the chaos of the world after the nuclear disaster, the nuclear bombs dropped by several small countries were missiles.
Xiao Ming left quietly after his two wives fell asleep.
At this time, it was only three o'clock in the morning.
When he returned to the hangar, several weapons experts were loading bombs on the fighter jets.
The nuclear warhead is equipped with a delta-wing tail similar to a torpedo.
After the bomb is thrown, it performs a free fall motion and detonates hundreds of meters above the ground to maximize the power of shock waves and light radiation.
Dao Feng, who was supervising the work on the side, saw Xiao Ming coming back so quickly and blamed him: "You are a pilot, why don't you take a good rest?"
Xiao Ming said that if he couldn't sleep well at home, he might as well take a nap on the plane.
He literally climbed onto the plane, leaned back in his seat and fell asleep.
How can I sleep comfortably in this position?
I keep dreaming.
When I wake up, I don't remember any dreams.
I look at my watch.
It's almost half past six.
It's almost dawn.
Xiao Ming looked down and saw that all the weapons experts had left.
Only Blade was left.
He was crawling under the plane and doing inspections.
He looked very professional.
He was wondering how he could have a fear of heights or flying.
Where is the disease?
After the blade inspection was completed, Xiao Ming woke up and told him that everything was OK and the plane was in good condition.
The command headquarters immediately informed Xiao Ming that preparations for takeoff were ready.
Xiao Ming couldn't help but shake his legs and felt a little urgent to urinate.
He quickly got off the plane and poured water against the wall.
He couldn't relieve himself in the air.
Dao Feng also stood up and urinated together.
Two water jets shot down, and his legs were obviously shaking a little.
The two of them glanced at each other, feeling like they were seeing each other, and the distance between their souls was also getting closer.
Xiao Ming smiled knowingly: "Brother, we will fight side by side again."
Dao Feng also forced out a sincere smile: "Brother, let the enemy see how powerful Team Y is."
The lights in the hangar were bright, and the green indicator lights guided the slowly gliding fighter through a maze-like underground tunnel to a platform and stopped.
The take-off and landing platform held the fighter jet up slowly and entered the underground runway on the upper floor.
The yellow indicator light extended forward, and it was almost impossible to see the end of the head, which was dark.
In the flight helmet, the flight instructions from the command center came: speed up and prepare to take off.
Xiao Ming immediately accelerated, pushed the joystick, and the fighter jet rushed out, towards the end of the darkness.
The yellow runway lights quickly retreated, and the flight instructions prompted: Full speed ahead, prepare to pull up.
A bright light appeared in the darkness, and Xiao Ming pushed the joystick to the end without any hesitation.
There was a buzzing in his ears, and a huge force pushed him into his seat.
Suddenly, it became clear that the fighter jet had left the underground runway and was in the air: