The train driver in the courtyard

In the mountains more than 2 kilometers away from Ninghua, a U was emitting black smoke and was perched on the top of a tree.

bark.
The cabin cover was pushed open from the inside. Zhang Liren gasped for breath, trembling all over. He struggled for several times but failed to climb out of the cabin.

Zhang Liren was a top student at the Central Aviation School. He was particularly brave during the Battle of Shanghai before liberation, and shot down three Japanese planes at once.

Later, he made many achievements in missions, but also encountered danger many times.

But it was the first time in his life that he felt so scared.

Thirty minutes ago, the U2 fighter suddenly lost control. Zhang Liren did not panic, but used the U2's gliding ability to control the wings and avoid a rapid flip.

Just as the U2 was descending to an altitude of three thousand meters, countless dense anti-aircraft shells were suddenly fired from the top of the mountain.

The anti-aircraft guns formed a firepower network with a density that Zhang Liren had never encountered before.

Zhang Liren was quick-witted and quick-handed. He used the side swing of the wing to dodge several anti-aircraft artillery shells. He was also lucky enough to use the U2's flip to barely fly over the anti-aircraft artillery position.

This is how the plane was able to land on the top of the mountain, avoiding the tragedy of the plane being destroyed and everyone on board being killed.

After a full five minutes, the panic on Zhang Liren's face finally disappeared.

He knew that the other party must have sent out a search team by now, and if he wanted to survive, he should escape as soon as possible.

Zhang Liren climbed down from the cabin and walked down to the ground along the tree trunk.

He loaded his pistol, put on his flight backpack, took out a compass to determine the direction, and staggered down the mountain.

At noon, after a difficult journey, Zhang Liren finally arrived at an earthen house at the entrance of a small village.

At this time, the members of the commune were eating in a big pot in the commune, and the mud houses were empty.

Zhang Liren climbed in through the window and searched the house for a while, but only found a double-breasted jacket for women.

Looking at the double-breasted jacket, Zhang Liren chuckled.

Sudden.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

The owner of the house, Ma Xinsheng, stood at the door and looked at the strange man who was putting on his clothes in surprise.

The stranger's clothes were stained with blood.

After Zhang Liren realized that he was discovered, he did not get nervous. He quietly reached into his waist and touched the handle of the gun, while speaking in a southeastern accent to act pitiful.

"Sister, I'm a hunter on the other side of the mountain. I went up the mountain to hunt and met a tiger. I was almost bitten. I want to borrow some clothes from you."

"Are you from Chunlei Commune? The tigers on the mountain are very powerful. It's rare that you can escape."

Ma Xinsheng is in her fifties and is a rural woman who has never left the village. This kind of person knows nothing and is very easy to fool.

She enthusiastically took out a man's coat from the cupboard and handed it to Zhang Liren: "This belonged to my deceased old man. If you don't mind it being unlucky, put it on first."

"Sister, thank you so much." Zhang Liren released his hand from the gun handle, took the clothes and put them on.

Ma Xinsheng was as enthusiastic as any other rural lady. She gave Zhang Liren clothes and asked if he had eaten yet.

After getting the answer, Ma Xinsheng took out a pair of bowls and chopsticks: "There is still some leftovers in the commune. Wait a minute, I'll bring you a bowl."

After Ma Xinsheng left, Zhang Liren looked at the closed door and sighed, "I met a good person."

However, he did not plan to stay too long. He took out a few chocolate bars from his bag and swallowed them, then drank a few sips of cold water from the water tank and planned to leave.

As soon as Zhang Liren opened the door, he saw Ma Xinsheng standing at the door.

She was holding an empty bowl in her hand, and a dozen militiamen stood behind her.

It turned out that the Xiufeng Battalion of Daqiao Commune where Ma Xinsheng was located had long received a notice from the county armed forces department that an enemy plane had been shot down, and the militia and members were preparing to search everywhere.

I didn't expect Zhang Liren to "take the initiative" to come to me.

Zhang Liren looked at the fully armed militiamen and realized that he could not escape, so he did not resist.

The militiamen hurriedly lifted Zhang Liren onto the donkey cart and took him to the commune.

When Li Aiguo and Li Yunlong arrived at Daqiao Commune in a jeep, the militia had already escorted Zhang Liren to the commune clinic, and the doctor was examining Zhang Liren's body.

"I didn't expect that we actually caught one alive!" Li Yunlong suddenly became excited.

The militia captain placed the box containing Zhang Liren's belongings in front of Li Aiguo.

Li Aiguo looked through it a few times and found that they were all pilots' things, nothing special.

He took out a calendar, opened it, and saw that the day "July 7st" was circled as "a good day to travel".

The militia captain came over and laughed: "It was still suitable to go out, but in the end we shot it down."

Zhang Liren raised his head and said, "Let me ask you, did I save my life?"

Militia Captain: “.”

Li Aiguo: "."

Li Aiguo was silent for a moment, then walked up to Zhang Liren and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Since you can't make up your mind, hand it over, so you won't regret it."

As soon as these words were spoken, several militiamen nearby realized something and pointed their rifles at Zhang Liren.

Zhang Liren stood up and looked at Li Aiguo deeply. He saw that Li Aiguo was wearing a gray Zhongshan suit, but was leading a group of soldiers.

"You should be from the special department, right?"

"Forget it. It's really not worth it to sacrifice my life for those losers."

Zhang Liren sighed, took off his watch and placed it in Li Aiguo's hand.

Li Yunlong asked curiously, "Comrade driver, what's so special about this watch?" Li Aiguo picked up the watch and gently turned the knob on it.

"Puchi" a steel needle extended from the top of the watch, with blue light flashing on the steel needle, and it was obvious that it was poisoned.

"This is the loyalty watch that the enemy provides to pilots. Once the plane crashes, the pilot must commit suicide to keep the secret."

“It’s just that the enemy forgets that money and status can never buy the center.”

As an enemy U2 pilot, Zhang Liren was of high value, so Li Aiguo immediately sent someone to guard him and strictly prohibited anyone from approaching.

At this time, the militiamen of Daqiao Commune also found the U2 plane in the valley.

Because of Zhang Liren's proper operation, only the wings of the U2 aircraft were damaged, and the rest of the aircraft was intact.

Li Aiguo was worried that the plane would be damaged again, so he did not ask anyone to move the plane down, but instead blocked off the surrounding woods.

This shooting-down-the-Sun plan destroyed two enemy planes, shot down one enemy plane, and captured an enemy pilot, which can be said to be a complete success.

In the evening, Li Aiguo contacted the headquarters in the capital and reported the situation to Lord Lei personally.

On the phone, Lord Lei said "good" three times in a row, and said that when Li Aiguo and others returned to Beijing, he would personally hold a celebration party to celebrate their success.

Li Aiguo thought of the little black bird that was shot down before and made a suggestion: "Commander, there is still a U2 fighter plane that is intact. Should we contact the research institute and ask them to send someone to transport it?"

"The command center will communicate with the relevant units, but you should not move the plane for the time being. The command center will send someone to handle the follow-up matters."

After hanging up the phone, Li Aiguo conveyed the commander-in-chief's order.

Li Yunlong asked: "Why didn't the commander-in-chief let us take the plane down? Is he afraid that we might damage it?"

"That's not to say that the commander-in-chief may have other ideas. Now that the U2 has been shot down, it is enough to prove that the imperialists are still selfless and that the Xiaomei family is harassing us."

Li Aiguo said slowly: "This plane is a huge bargaining chip, enough to help us gain a lot of support."

Li Yunlong had studied with the old dean at the Military Academy for several years and had a much better grasp of the overall situation than before liberation. He nodded in agreement with Li Aiguo's idea.

However, he felt that these things were too troublesome and not as satisfying as just firing directly.

"Never mind, let's have a celebration party tonight!"

That night, Li Yunlong brought the earthenware jar of Moutai liquor that he treasured at home to the command center.

Li Aiguo, Lao Mao, several combat staff officers, and the commander of the 543rd Unit from the air defense battalion's tent attended the dinner.

At the banquet, everyone drank heartily and got drunk.

Li Aiguo rarely drinks, but he got a little drunk.

He jumped onto the table and sang loudly with a tin trumpet: "We fight when we say we fight, we do it when we say we do it, let's practice with our guns, bayonets and hand grenades!
He could aim accurately and throw far, and the sight of the bayonet frightened him.
We do what we say and fight when we say we will. The people’s soldiers are afraid of nothing!
Fight the world in the front, and the common people fight against bullies in the back."

The passionate singing instantly penetrated the noise of the banquet, like a surging heat wave, rolling out in all directions.

Li Aiguo's voice already had a bit of the roughness and heroism that is unique to a soldier. Under the catalysis of alcohol, it became even louder and louder. Every note was like a bullet fired from a gun, carrying an indomitable momentum.

Li Yunlong also put down his wine glass and sang loudly.

Seeing this, Lao Mao and the combat staff also stood up and joined the chorus at the top of their voices.

When the soldiers outside the door heard the passionate singing coming from inside the house, they were stunned at first, then their blood boiled and they no longer cared about discipline. They all sang loudly, and the singing rose and fell, echoing along the corridor.

In the distant coastal defense outpost, the soldiers on duty were facing the sea breeze and looking at the dark sea.

The singing came from far away, as ethereal as a thread at first, but it instantly captured their hearts.

In an instant, the coastal defense outpost also became boiling with excitement. Soldiers gathered from the lookout towers and ammunition depots, straightened their backs, and sang at the top of their lungs.

At this moment, the southeast coast was immersed in the songs of victory.
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"Damn it! You're a piece of shit, a good-for-nothing!"

Shilin Residence in BH City.

The secretary on duty counted silently and found that one hundred and thirty "Niang Pixi"s had been heard in the room from the afternoon till now.

"This is the angriest the old man has been since arriving on the island. I don't know what happened there."

Of course, even though the secretary on duty was a trusted aide, he did not dare to push the door open to persuade the man.

inside the house.

The master of micro-management pointed at Comrade Jianfeng and cursed him for a full thirty minutes before he finally vented his anger.

"Father, we lost three U2s this time. How are we going to explain this to Xiaomei's family?" Comrade Jianfeng did not dare to get angry. He held the micro-control master's arm and helped him to the chair.

"Explain? What is there to explain? The mission was ordered by Langley. We even sought Langley's opinion before taking off. If there is anything to explain, it should be Langley who will explain to us. We have lost three excellent pilots."

Hearing this, Comrade Jianfeng finally understood why the micro-control master insisted that he give the decision-making power of the task to Langley.

"Father, you are still very shrewd!"

Comrade Jianfeng exclaimed, and suddenly realized a problem: "At present, we have no way to confirm that all the pilots have died."

The micromanipulator waved his hand to interrupt him: "From now on, the three pilots are dead. It was an accident during a training mission that caused the plane crash. Publish it in the newspaper tomorrow.

The pensions that should be paid must be paid in full. In addition, because the bodies could not be found, a tomb for the three people was built on Yangming Mountain for future generations to pay their respects. "

"This"

Comrade Jianfeng wanted to say more, but the master of micro-control waved his hand and asked him to leave.

Comrade Jianfeng felt that the micro-control master seemed to have aged ten years.

(End of this chapter)