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Xuanwu Military Region, the first airfield of the Navy.

Next to the phone booth, a pilot in a blue uniform is talking to his home on the phone.

"Wife, I'm not going back to eat today."

"Why didn't you come back again? The son was still asking where his father was yesterday. "

The voice on the other end of the phone had a hint of disgust.

Speaking of his son, Wang Wei felt a warmth in his heart, and at the same time secretly said sorry.

The son is still in kindergarten, which is exactly the age when the father is needed.

But he was busy working all day and had little time to play with his son.

Wang Wei scratched his head embarrassedly and explained.

"It's not a shortage of people."

"Lao Zhang's family has an urgent matter, so I will take the day's shift for him."

"Okay, then don't cook your food." The other end of the phone said.

"Lao Zhang said, when you come back and invite me to dinner, when the time comes, bring your son, and our family of three will slaughter him fiercely." Wang Wei said with a smile.

"Okay, let's go eat that new roast duck then."

Wang Weigang wanted to chat for a while, but he saw his ground crew comrades running not far away.

While running, the ground crew comrade said.

"Lao Wang, emergency, need to take off!"

After hearing the shouts of the ground staff, Wang Wei took the phone and said quickly.

"I still have something to do, hang up first."

"Okay, stay safe, wait for you to get home."

Hang up the phone.

Wang Wei followed the team members to the fighter position.

"What's going on? What emergency? "

Wang Weiding's class belongs to the naval aviation and emergency response team.

The main thing is to respond to emergencies.

If nothing happens, you don't have to take off.

When an emergency occurs, it needs to be dealt with as soon as possible before taking off.

"You get on the plane first, and wait for the command center to send you a task."

"Good."

Phone booths and runways are not far away.

In two minutes, Wang Wei saw his car.

With the help of the ground crew, Wang Wei quickly put on his flight suit and helmet and boarded his car.

A war-8II aircraft.

The Battle-8II is an improved version of the Fighter-8.

Compared with the prototype, the Type II machine has changed to air intake on both sides of the fuselage, and the space inside the fuselage has become larger, and there are naturally more equipment that can be loaded.

So the J-8II is much stronger than the J-8 in all aspects.

The fighter starts, the hatch falls.

In Wang Wei's headset, there was also an order from the command center.

"Call eight and nine, this is the tower, please reply if you receive it."

"Eight and nine two received."

"The radar detected that over the southern waters of our country, an unknown aircraft is approaching our territory."

"Immediately dispatch to find out the situation of the unknown aircraft."

"If that unknown plane continues to approach our country, then intercept it!"

"Received! Ready to take off! "

In response to this emergency, the Xuanwu Military Region took off two fighters, both of which were Y-8II types.

The fighter plane piloted by Wang Wei is positioned as a wingman and is responsible for assisting the long aircraft in carrying out its tasks.

"The runway has been cleared."

"The communication channel is open."

"The fighter is in good condition."

"Report the tower, request takeoff."

"The tower received, allowed to take off!"

Opening the throttle valve, Wang Wei started the engine of the Z-8II.

As the engine worked, the fighter taxied faster and faster on the runway, and then the nose was raised, and the entire fighter flew to the sky.

Two Ji-8II fighters took off on two runways.

Today, there is no cloud, and the fighter plane piloted by Wang Wei shines brightly under the sunlight, and the number of spray painting on the fuselage has become very obvious.

The number of the fighter consists of five numbers, 81192.