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Chapter 137 Getting Off the Plane

Seventeen paratroopers disembarked from the Z-8 helicopter, stretching after landing, carrying a lot of equipment on their backs.

The paratroopers then lined up in neat rows, and the Z-8 pilots who received the mission disembarked from their aircraft.

The pilot walked toward the factory gate, followed by the seventeen fully armed paratroopers.

Li Zhenhua, who was inside the cockpit, was unaware that eighteen soldiers were approaching him and could only sit and wait.

The soldiers came out from beside the plane and saw the device placed outside as soon as they left their post.

It seemed this was the person the commander was looking for. The eighteen soldiers then walked straight toward the cockpit.

Eighteen people walked to the cockpit and surrounded it.

"Oh no, what are all these people doing here? I'm not going to run away. They really care about me!"

Judging by their speed, by the time Grandpa Yan Hang arrives, I'll probably already be locked up!

Looking at the crowd outside the cockpit, the same scene played out: life is unpredictable, and everything is interconnected!

Just now, his model airplane was surrounded by people, but now he is the one surrounded.

The pilot was at a loss for words and was still thinking when Li Zhenhua opened the cockpit door from inside the cockpit.

"Hello, I must be your target for this mission. You must be here to pick me up!"

Faced with his initiative, the soldiers remained silent, simply surrounding him and watching him.

After the soldiers saw him, neither side said anything more, and he crawled out of the cockpit.

"Yes, you are our target. Our commander invites you over for tea. Please come with us!"

Li Zhenhua nodded to the other party and first gave a few instructions in the direction of Li Yun and the others.

"Xiaoyun, you guys stay home and wait. Don't worry about me. You know I've already called for reinforcements!"

After speaking, he turned to the leading soldier and pointed to the cockpit he had just come out of.

"Soldiers, do you think this will fit on your plane? It's a remote control."

Your target shouldn't just be me; this cockpit should be one of your targets too!

Although I was a little nervous facing a dozen soldiers, I still had to say what I needed to say.

Then Li Zhenhua and his cockpit walked toward the Z-8 helicopter inside the factory area.

The soldiers first loaded the cockpit through the rear cargo door, and then seventeen soldiers squeezed him into the cargo hold.

The pilot sat in the cockpit, and under the watchful eyes of Li Yun and the others, the Z-8 helicopter began to spin and then took off.

While he was sitting in the Z-8 helicopter, right under the noses of numerous soldiers,

They acquired the Z-8 helicopter without anyone knowing.

Helicopters don't fly very fast, especially when fully loaded.

The helicopter carried him towards the air force base where he had landed his model airplane.

At this moment, their location is 200 kilometers away from the air force base, and at a helicopter speed of less than 300 kilometers per hour, it would take about an hour to fly there.

Sitting on the plane now, although he didn't interact much with the soldiers around him, as time went on, his initial unease disappeared.

He couldn't sit still any longer and turned his head to look out the porthole.

"Hey, how long have you been in the military? Aren't you curious about why I was taken away by you?"

He asked the question, but none of the seventeen soldiers in the cabin responded.

An awkward silence fell over the room, until finally a captain, the highest-ranking officer, responded to him.

"Don't say what you shouldn't say, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't look at what you shouldn't look at, and don't bring what you shouldn't bring!"

Four mistakes in a row taught him what strict discipline really meant.

Faced with this situation, Li Zhenhua could only nod, and he was extremely impressed.

"So now that you've taken me away, am I considered a criminal?"

His words stumped the captain who had just answered his question; the soldiers didn't know what he was being taken away with either.

"I don't think so. Our commander said he just invited you over for tea."

Hearing this, he felt a little more at ease, realizing that there might still be room for leniency in his actions.

Knowing this, his tense thoughts eased considerably.

At this moment, he really wants to confide in someone, to tell them about what he just did, and to brag about what he did.

"You guys are paratroopers, right? Heh, come to think of it, I could be considered a pilot too."

I just had a close-quarters flight with a Raptor fighter jet; if I hadn't gone easy on it, it would have been left far behind!

As they listened to what he said, the soldiers all looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a fool.

The soldiers were all wondering, "How many dishes did they have? They're drinking like this in broad daylight."

Looking at the soldiers' expressions, he knew they wouldn't believe him even if he told them.

For the next few minutes, the cabin fell silent.

Li Zhenhua himself also felt a sense of fatigue, not physical, but mental.

After all, he had been under a lot of mental pressure just now, from racing against the Raptors to talking to the general, so he was exhausted.

The helicopter cabin wasn't comfortable, but he found a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and started to doze off.

The soldiers around him looked at him with admiration. He had managed to fall asleep in such a noisy cabin, and they didn't know what they were about to encounter.

Meanwhile, at the air force base, the model airplanes had already been moved to an empty hangar, and the runway had been cleared out.

Meanwhile, the Falcon Squadron, which had just been piloting the Raptor fighter jet on patrol mission, was landing on Runway 3.

The two Mighty Dragon fighter jets landed one after the other, were driven into their private hangars, and handed over to the ground crew.

They then hurriedly walked towards the control tower, genuinely wanting to take a closer look at the aircraft that had just collided with their plane.

The two pilots ran to the control tower, pushed open the door, and saw Commander Cui in his civilian clothes. At that moment, neither of them dared to jump.

He gave Commander Cui a standard military salute!

"Well, you two have come at the perfect time. Tell me, what were your thoughts compared to that little thing when you were up there?"

In response to the commander's question, Falcon One answered on behalf of the commander.

"Commander, we feel helpless; we didn't feel good just now."

Especially that feeling of wanting to pursue someone but being unable to—it's really awful!

The commander didn't speak, only nodded. He was still somewhat dissatisfied with the performance of Kyushu's current main fighter jets.

In the current situation, they couldn't even catch up with a small aircraft. Thinking about this, he sighed inwardly.

He then looked at the two pilots in front of him and asked them a question.

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore. What do you guys think of that little plane's performance?"

The two of them were quite excited about the question the commander had asked.

"Commander, during our contact with the enemy in the air just now, I felt that this small aircraft has very high performance."

When we were flying in a 500-meter airspace, the opponent was able to fly at Mach 1.5.

Our Raptors can only reach Mach 1.2 at this altitude, so we simply can't catch up with them.

I think if this small plane flew at a higher altitude, it could be even faster; I estimate it could exceed Mach 2.4.

Based on our brief encounter, I believe this small aircraft's performance isn't limited to speed; it must also possess unique advantages in other areas.

Commander, if we need to test fly this small plane later, I'd like to apply to be the test pilot!

This is my opinion on small airplanes.

Commander Cui was surprised that his pilots had such a high opinion of the small plane.

This, in turn, made him even more interested in the person who built the small plane.

Commander Cui and the two pilots talked for more than forty minutes.

The distinctive sound of a helicopter reached the control tower. Commander Cui looked in the direction of the sound and, sure enough, a Z-8 helicopter was flying towards them.

The Z-8 quickly landed on the open ground outside the control tower, and seventeen paratroopers helped to unload the control cockpit from the cabin first.

After the control bay was removed, the paratroopers lined up, and the pilots also shut down the helicopter engines and got off the plane.

The commander came over to look at his soldiers, but he only saw soldiers. Where were the men he had ordered to be brought?

"Huh? Where are the people you brought?"

Meanwhile, Li Zhenhua was hiding inside the helicopter's cabin. His composure, which he had managed to build on the journey, was now replaced by renewed anxiety.

He landed at no other place than an air force base, a place that ordinary people would never be able to visit in their entire lives.

Upon hearing the commander's question, many soldiers finally remembered Li Zhenhua.

"Report, they should still be inside the cabin. Perhaps they're scared; they haven't come down yet!"

"Okay, I understand. You guys, dismissed!"

Commander Cui then walked towards the helicopter, stood on the side of the Z-8, and looked into the cabin.

There was a young man, not very old, sitting obediently in his seat in the cabin, his head down, looking like a wilted eggplant.

"Young man, don't sit there anymore, come down first. You can only explain things clearly when you're down here."

Avoiding the issue won't solve anything. We just chatted, didn't we? Even though we didn't talk face-to-face, we're practically acquaintances!

While lost in thought, Li Zhenhua suddenly heard someone talking to him. Looking towards the cabin door, he saw the major general who had just exchanged a few words with him through the model airplane.

Seeing the other person's expression reassured him considerably, and he then stood up from his seat.

He then walked toward the cabin door and jumped off the Z-8 helicopter.

As soon as he came down, he was surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, as if they were visiting something rare and unusual.

(End of this chapter)