Time Traveler

The helicopter flew close to the surface of the Yangtze River at a cruising speed of 180 kilometers. The cabin was warm and dry, giving people a feeling of comfort and safety. People who had experienced blood battles sat quietly and were too lazy to talk. Liu Yan took out a cigarette and lighted it himself. The last one was handed to Yu Hanchao, who was beside him, after thinking about it, and then handed it to the pillar.

　　 Zhu Zi was looking out the window in a daze, with a song in his mouth, hesitated when he saw the cigarette, shook his head and said, "No."

　　 "So drink alcohol?"

　　 "No."

　　 "What do you do, do you eat?"

　　 "You can eat five steamed buns and two bowls of millet porridge in one meal."

Liu Yan smiled straightly. He remembered the description of Zhu Ganglu from the senior staff in "Journey to the West". A meal can eat three or five buckets of rice, and the morning snack costs a hundred or ten biscuits, but it can be more than a dozen for farm work. A good farmer, in rural China, the size of appetite often represents the strength of the labor force. It is said that during a blind date, the woman's family will set up a meal to see the boy's appetite. If there is no war, the pillar must be a popular item for matchmakers to break the door.

　　 "Chief, why do you smoke?" Zhu Zi asked.

"Smoking can relieve nervousness. If you smoke one before the battle, you can calm your mood. After the fight, smoke another one to calm your mood." Liu Yanzhi still handed over a cigarette, took one from the pole, and lit and smoked like him. A bite.

　　 "Swallow it down," Liu Yan instigated.

　　 Zhuzi swallowed his cigarette and coughed violently.

　　 Liu Yanzhi laughed and laughed: "You will learn, and you will be fine. Let's sing."

　　 The pillar hummed softly just now is "Return of Targeting". This is a popular old song, as long as it is a Chinese, it is sure to sing, and there is a masculine song in the cabin:

　　 "At sunset, the red clouds of Xishan fly, the soldiers return to the camp, return to the camp..."

The helicopter’s destination is near Jiang Cuiwei Mountain, 800 kilometers away, while the range of Zhiwu is only 520 kilometers. This is still theoretical data. The actual situation needs to be inferred based on the degree of machine loss and fuel margin, so it is very likely. There will be a distance of more than 300 kilometers to change to other means of transportation.

The biggest danger comes from the pursuit. First, Liu Yanzhi bombed the entire Jiuzhen Mountain, then the crossing team turned upside down the Wangjiadun Airport, and another battle in Xisai Mountain, shooting down two helicopters, I am afraid that even the Central Military Commission was alarmed at this moment. Well, I don't know how many people are looking for them in the sky and the earth.

　　 In order to avoid the radar search, the helicopter has been flying at a very low altitude, and the airborne CT-1 radio station is turned on to listen to the news. The strange thing is that half of the Chinese radio stations remain silent.

What they didn’t know was that, compared to Deputy Commander Lin who followed and took off forcibly, the crossing team was a trivial role. Now, except for the Sino-US Joint Air Force, which is not under the command of the Chinese Air Force, all airports are forbidden to fly and all radars. Power on, anti-aircraft missiles and antiaircraft artillery units enter the battle position.

　　 Over southern China, the trident flew in the clouds. The co-pilot stepped into the cabin and whispered to the old man with thick eyebrows who closed his eyes and meditation. The old man got up, shook off his woolen coat, walked into the cockpit and put on the communication headset.

　　 A familiar Huaian accent came from the earphones: "Vice Chairman Lin, no matter which airport you land at, I, Zhou Enlai, will greet you personally!"

　　 The old man took off his headphones, shook his head, and turned around.

　　 Two silver-white J-6s emerged from the clouds.

　　……

　　 On Cisse Mountain, the wreckage of the two downed helicopters was still billowing with black smoke, and the brown berets were downcast. John Lynch asked the witnesses and got an answer that shocked and delighted him.

A person jumped into the helicopter cabin from a cliff at a distance of at least 20 meters. This is not the physical fitness that normal humans should have. In other words, the Chinese already have the ability to make superhumans, but this group of mysterious people is neither The Soviet spies, not Taiwan spies, are they really from the future, as Professor Xing said?

　　 This answer subverted John Lynch’s cognition. The CIA agent with a bachelor’s degree in physics held his chin in his hand and was puzzled. The subordinates handed over the radio microphone, and the chief CIA agent in China wanted to talk to him.

　　 John Lynch took the microphone: "Sir, I think it is very necessary to pursue it. This seems to be related to the future of the United States and the free world..."

　　 Half an hour later, two unloaded UH-1 Huey helicopters arrived at Jiuzhen Mountain. The brown berets boarded the helicopter and continued to chase.

　　……

　　 Inside the engine room, Liu Yanzhi pulled out two bottles of Zhijiang Daqu from the corner, and found three green military enamel cylinders. He filled three cylinders of liquor and stuffed one of the pillars: "Drink!"

　　 With a cigarette in his hand, he took a cup of white wine, a little bit difficult: "Chief, how do I drink this?"

"Learn from me." Liu Yan raised his tea tank and raised his neck halfway down. He gritted his teeth on the pillar and poured his mouth into his mouth. The strong white wine stimulated his black face and flushed red. Looking at Liu Yanzhi, he took two more cigarettes.

　　 "This is the life of a man." Liu Yan patted the pillar on the shoulder and laughed heartily. He didn't understand why the Jiu Machine Department didn't let the pillar drink and smoke, and didn't give him meat dishes.

　　 There were not only liquor in the cabin, but also military canned food, luncheon meat from the US aid, pork omelet from the Chinese arsenal, and braised beef. Liu Yanzhi opened the can with a dagger, placed it in front of the pillar, and handed him a stainless steel fork.

　　 "Drink alcohol and meat, come on."

　　 The pillar awkwardly inserted a piece of beef with a fork and ate it, showing a cheerful expression: "It's delicious."

　　 "If it tastes good, you can eat more." Liu Yanzhi was very happy, with a guilty pleasure that seniors led to bad children.

　　 Zhuzi drank a bottle of white wine with canned beef. He was so dizzy and drowsy. Liu Yan took a military blanket and covered him.

　　 "Is a good recruit." Yu Hanchao, who was sitting opposite, said that after fighting with Liu Yanzhi, the gap between them seemed to have disappeared.

"Yes, he was born a soldier." Liu Yan looked straight at the sleeping pillars. He was built to be used as cannon fodder. If the Ninth Machine Division were not destroyed, there might be thousands of them next. The pillars were sent to the battlefield to resist the steel torrent of the Soviets with flesh and blood, anyway, they were just fast-growing humanoids.

But he can’t accept it emotionally. The pillar is like a silly little brother, a country cousin who has never seen the world, simple and honest, pitiful, he has human emotion and intelligence, and he is slowly learning to be a warrior. Things to be a real person.

　　 The helicopter was descending altitude, the fuel gauge pointer was red, and finally Zhiwu landed on a flat ground by the river. At this time, the sky was completely dark, the door opened, and the cold wind poured in. It was extremely cold.

　　 Zhuzi woke up with a spirit, lifted the blanket and picked up the gun, and said with extreme vigilance: "Where are you?"

　　 "The night march has begun." Liu Yan patted him on the head.

　　 The traversing team does not have a GPS, so it can only be inferred from the voyage that it is now the Yumai of the western section of Daqingshan, 300 kilometers east of it is near river.

　　 People are sleepy and tired, but they can’t rest because the chasing soldiers will kill them at any time, but the vast mountains can’t walk on two legs at all, and there is no dry food, drinking water and tent sleeping bags. Entering the mountain is like seeking a dead end.

The river in front of me was already the Huai River. The water in the dark night was rolling eastward. Liu Yan stood upright on the river and took a pee. Suddenly, he had an idea, and said, "The speed of the Huai River is about three meters per second. Wouldn’t it save time and effort for the raft to go down the river? You can travel ten kilometers in one hour, and you can get there in one day and one night."

This proposal immediately received everyone’s support, but how to cut the wood has become a big problem. They only have daggers, no axes and saws. They want to cut down the towering trees is no different from idiotic dreams, and those small trees with thick arms can’t be cut. Useful.

　　 "Explode with explosives." Yu Hanchao raised his hand, and he finally showed his face, "Directed blasting, a little TNT is enough."

　　 "The explosion will startle others." Lei Meng objected. He was a real special soldier, while Yu Hanchao was just a special policeman. He didn't consider the problem comprehensively. Now it is a secret operation, not a siege, and he must hide his whereabouts at all times.

　　 "The two evils are the lesser." Dang Aiguo said, "The time is too late. Besides, this place is deserted, let's blow it up."

So Yu Hanchao gave the job of logging wood. He made a hole in the side of the tree trunk with a dagger, stuffed the block of explosives into it, detonated it with a detonator, and exploded several big trees. Removing branches and leaves was also tedious and tiring. At work, everyone worked together, roughed it up with daggers and engineer spades, lifted the trunks to the riverside one by one, and tied them up with rattans. They were busy until the day broke and the raft was finally finished.

The raft is not simple. It combines the wisdom of the ancients and the technological products of the 1970s. They have removed all the things that can be used on the helicopter. They even removed the rotor and used it as a large propeller. There are also aluminum alloy rudders and inner tubes. Lifebuoy.

　　 The sun rises eastward, and the group of passing through faces the dawn, rides the wind and waves, and rises to the sky.

The party is in a good patriotic mood. He clears his throat and sings loudly. In the voice of Jiang Dawei, he sings: "Little bamboo rowing in the middle of the river, "walking on both sides of the towering green hills," the eagle spreads its wings, even if the storm is heavy, "the revolutionary burden is on the shoulders, and the party's teachings are remembered. Keep the party’s teachings in mind, and keep the party’s teachings in mind..."

　　 Liu Yanzhi couldn't help it, and sang in a higher voice: "The sea laughs, the tides on both sides of the strait, the ups and downs follow the waves to remember the present, the sky laughs... The country laughs, the mist and the rain are far away, the waves wash away the red world, how much do you know..."

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　　 Liu Yan smiled straight and said: "Pillar, the sound is good, let's find a karaoke hall and sing enough when we go back."

　　 "What is a karaoke hall?" Zhu Zi blinked ignorantly.

　　 "It's a place for singing and entertainment. Everyone can drink and sing with girls, and have fun all night." Lei Meng explained.

　　 "Just sing, there is no time to study newspapers and Mao selections." Zhu Zi muttered.

"After defeating Su Xiu, the people's quality of life has improved. It is normal to sing revolutionary songs." Party Aiguo winked at everyone. The pillars are simple and they are artificial people. Don't always make topics that he can't accept, just in case. It's not good to crash the machine.

　　 Fortunately, the pillar did not entangle this, but instead focused on the fish in the river: "There are fish!"

"Look at me." Liu Yan threw a sharpened wooden stick into the river, and stabbed a big fish that was alive and kicking. He stripped off his clothes and jumped in, and caught the fish. Everyone applauded. You know this is the early winter season. Those who dare to swim in the winter are all perseverance heroes.

　　 "Chief, I want to learn to swim." Zhu Zi said.

　　 "Okay, I'll teach you when I go back." Liu Yanzhi promised, throwing the fish to Lei Meng to cook, and walked to Dang Aiguo's side and said, "Professor, when you go back, let the pillars follow me."

　　 "Why, do you lack a son?" Dang Paiguo gave him a glance.

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