Split Sky Rider

Sometimes, people are alive but their hearts are dead.

Chen Fei would never admit that when he saw the MiG-28 passing by from above, he subconsciously mistook it for Chekhov's Big Bear.

Anyway, they are all MiG-28s, and the paint looks similar.

Now it seems that I owe you something, okay!

"Unit 213 reports that the enemy plane has evacuated!"

"Unit No. 214 reported the same thing on my side. The remaining MiG-28 has escaped!"

Almost at the same time, the battle in different airspaces came to an abrupt end as the enemy jets retreated involuntarily.

it's over!

Not only all the pilots of the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron, but also many people in the 911 air service base breathed a long sigh of relief.

They finally secured air superiority!

Once the war is defeated and the nest is overturned, the eggs will not be intact, and no one will have any good fruits to eat. The winner of the corporate war will definitely kill the losers mercilessly and kill all possibilities of resurgence.

Although the war is not over yet, everyone seems to see hope.

At least the current situation is not too bad. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to bring down the Meman Brothers Consortium.

"Congratulations everyone, please return as soon as possible!"

After the female executive manager who was at the base said this on the communication channel, she sat down in her chair and didn't want to move.

Not only was she physically and mentally exhausted from paying attention to the battle situation of the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron, but she was also exhausted from the previous battle with the enemy. As soon as her mind relaxed a little, the accumulated exhaustion came like a tide and pushed her down on her seat. I was so tired that I couldn't even lift my fingers.

No matter who it is, it is difficult for anyone to bear such dual physical and psychological pressure, both in a life-and-death fight and in commanding calmly.

Half an hour later, pairs of beacon lights appeared in the night sky to the west, and the roar could be heard in the distance.

One after another, the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft returning home circled the 911 Air Service Base and then fell from the sky one after another, landing smoothly on the main take-off and landing runway.

In addition to the MiG-28 jet fighter of squadron leader Chekov the Big Bear, the penultimate "Big Mouth Monster" is Chen Fei's No. 211. From time to time, deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Yili can be heard in his ears. A reminder from Nee Lucius.

Even with the one-on-one guidance from high-level players throughout the entire process, during the landing process, the children were still so scared that their legs were weak and their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

After all, when playing a flying game, nine out of ten times you land and fall, which is a real narrow escape.

For Chen Fei, the difficulty of landing safely is greater than being chased by a missile. At least the missile has a pre-judged trajectory to provide prompts, but there is no system function available for the landing action. It all depends on his own operation, and he still has to have a little bit of control. luck.

When the landing gear touched the ground and the turboprop began to slow down, he almost collapsed in the cockpit. His clothes were soaked with sweat and he was so exhausted.

Thank God, I finally brought the fighter jet back safely without having to lose money.

Immediately afterwards, the No. 212 aircraft of deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Illini Lucious landed calmly.

The last one to land was the MiG-28 jet fighter piloted by Squadron Leader Chekov himself.

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All the returning fighter jets slid onto the apron one after another, and there was a warm round of applause.

The "True Fragrance" combat squadron fought against powerful enemies for the entire base outside and made great contributions. It was well deserved to receive applause from everyone.

All ground support troops swarmed forward together.

Maintenance, reloading and fuel replenishment are carried out simultaneously, so that these fighter jets that are still carrying smoke can regain their combat effectiveness as soon as possible, so as to avoid being hurriedly passive when enemy planes attack again, ensuring that when the enemy comes, they will fight and win. .

The three things that led to the female executive manager's appointment finally brought about new changes.

Although Chekhov's Big Bear claimed to be uninjured, many traces of battle were still found on the surface of the MiG-28's body, witnessing how thrilling the fierce battle was at that time.

The ground staff wanted to "take" Chen Fei out of the cockpit, but he shook his head feebly. He had to stay for a while and calm down before talking. Otherwise, he might not even be able to stand when he got off the plane. .

After fastening the cockpit cover again, Chen Fei began to snore involuntarily.

He was really exhausted after a night of hell-level challenges.

The female executive manager Hana Gagel, who had regained some energy, came to the tarmac carrying an electric horn, cleared her throat, and said loudly: "I just asked for instructions from the company headquarters and got approval. During the corporate war, in addition to doubling wages, doubling war pensions, and increasing disability insurance and personal accident insurance, most people will also receive an additional bonus of 10,000 star dollars for sticking to their posts. Those who participate in killing intruders will be rewarded according to the Based on the actual performance, you can get an after-tax bonus of 10,000 star yuan to 100,000 star yuan.”

The electric horn amplified her voice so that she could be heard clearly from every corner of the tarmac.

"Ula!~"

"Half a year!~"

"Long live!~"

“Love Tiger Oil, Hana!”

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Under the excitement, some people became bold and became arrogant.

Wealth and honor are obtained through danger. Compared with the risks brought by corporate wars, it is easier to have the courage to face life and death under heavy rewards.

As long as the money is in place, anything can be said, just add more money and that's it.

But there is a small group of people who are so flirtatious that they have not received any bullshit. They have not received any increase in salary or bonus. Now they are all locked in a solitary room, waiting to be driven home to eat. Own.

"Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains, hold on to the iron windows and look outside, the life outside is so beautiful..."

It is better to do nothing than to steal the chicken but to lose the rice.

At the critical moment, the always-talking Manager Hana is put in trouble. If they don’t deal with it, who else can they deal with?

Hana Gagel raised her hand and pressed it down, and everyone immediately fell silent. She said again: "The 'Zhenxiang' squadron, which has made great contributions to the entire base, received a collective bonus of 5 million stars for shooting down one Those who target enemy aircraft will receive a separate reward of 1 million stars, after tax, and all bonuses will be after tax."

If it is a pre-tax bonus, many people may only get half of the amount after the tax is automatically deducted.

It's better to be more comfortable. The reward is whatever you get, and the tax is completely borne by the company.

This time it was the pilots' turn to cheer.

Everyone has a share of the collective bonus. Even the pilots of the armed helicopter team and the pilots who did not shoot down the enemy plane can still get a large bonus happily, and their hard work is not in vain.

After all, the combat squadron is a whole, and it is impossible to exert 100% combat effectiveness just by relying on one or two particularly capable pilots.

"What? What? Five million stars, where? Where is it?"

Chen Fei opened his eyes suddenly, trying to find the "5 million star yuan" that he had vaguely heard, but was strangled back by the safety belt on his body. There was no part of his body that was not aching.

No one can ask him for money now, as mentioning money will hurt his feelings.

He pulled off his seat belt and looked outside the cockpit. He saw a large group of people on the tarmac who were excited about something, which made Chen Fei feel bored. He yawned, stretched again, continued to shrink back, and smacked. After a few clicks, the snoring sounded again.

Not to mention a bunch of snakes, not even the King of Heaven can stop him from sleeping.

Looking at the cheering crowd, the female executive manager's emotions were not infected at all.

Sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

The 911 Air Service Base is just a microcosm of the Meman Brothers Joint Consortium's corporate war against Tianqi Defense Group. As a subordinate sub-unit of Tianqi Defense Group, it is more than just a 911.

That night, the 911 air service base was not the only one that was hit.

Although it is the 27th largest military contractor in the industry, it is far from enough in front of the real giant that ranks 8th in the industry.

Overnight, in just a few hours, Tianqi Defense Group suffered heavy losses.

Although the 911 Air Service Base once again repelled the enemy and successfully defended its base, such a victory seemed insignificant in the confrontation between the two behemoths.

The reason why Hana Gagel was able to apply for this large and generous bonus was because the 911 Air Service Base brought a rare piece of good news among a lot of bad news from Tianqi Defense Group.

The female executive manager from the group company headquarters knew that the crisis of Tianqi Defense Group and its subordinate sub-units had just begun, but she had no one to talk to. She could only keep it in her heart and look at the cheerful employees as if they were out of place. Standing aside, silent.

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After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Chen Fei was woken up by someone.

Yawning continuously, he opened his mouth, and when he saw the other person clearly, he said feebly: "Boss Xiao, is something wrong?"

I was still in the cockpit, it was still dark outside, I didn't know what time it was, and the crowd on the tarmac had already dispersed.

Maintenance chief Xiao Ming said: "Unit 211, ready."

"Oh, I got it, thank you boss!"

Chen Fei knew that the mechanical repair team must have worked another night, but he was too tired to help. Even now, his hands and feet are still weak, and he may not even be able to turn a screw.

"It's too cold here, go back to the dormitory and sleep."

Boss Xiao turned his head and gestured to the cold wind howling outside the cabin.

If the cockpit cover hadn't been closed all the time, Chen Fei might have caught a cold by now.

A hint of naughty cold wind came in, as if confirming Xiao Ming's words, it swept away the little warmth in Chen Fei's body in the blink of an eye, making him shiver involuntarily, and his sleepiness immediately dissipated a lot.

Boss Xiao is right, this is indeed not a good place to sleep.

Immediately, he climbed out of the cockpit with his head down, said hello to the crew chief, and walked towards his dormitory.

After taking only three or four steps, I touched my head.

Naturally, I didn't touch my head. What I touched with my fingers was the pilot's helmet. This thing protects you from the wind and keeps you warm. It's all you need to keep yourself from getting cold when you sleep in a daze.

Chen Feicai finally remembered that his little bird was not in the dormitory, but still in the steel structure shed where the energy tower was located.

Thinking of the shack of the energy tower, he thought of the old Neanderthal man.

A few hours ago, the old man's voice and smile were still there, but now, the yin and yang are separated, and the old man is heading west.

Chen Fei sniffed, wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, raised his feet and continued walking into the steel structure shed located deep in the container.

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Just one session today.