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Chapter 293 Guanmen Mountain

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Fengtian East Tower Airport.

The bright silver transport plane landed slowly on the runway, its rubber tires leaving several long traces on the frozen ground.

When the plane stopped and the cabin door opened, Lu Feng and Sirili Longfu walked out of the plane holding the handle.

It can only be said that the flight is fast. This is the result of landing twice in Qingdao and Luda to resupply, which was delayed for more than two hours.

If it's a direct flight, it takes about four or five hours to get from Shanghai to Fengtian. Of course, the premise is that the plane has such a long range.

Lu Feng carried his suitcase and followed Xili Longfu all the way to the office of Dongta Airport. Then Xili Longfu helped Lu Feng book a flight ticket from Fengtian to Dandong later.

For the rest of the journey, there is no need for Sirili Longfu to accompany him any longer.

At the door of the office, Xili Longfu took the suitcase from Lu Feng and said solemnly to Lu Feng:

"Take care of yourself."

In the cold wind, Lu Feng looked at the Japanese comrade in front of him and nodded seriously:

"Take care of yourself."

Except for confirming his identity and arranging the itinerary at the beginning of the meeting, Xili Longfu did not say a word to Lu Feng during the rest of the trip. Both of them knew very well what it means to speak too much and make mistakes.

Lu Feng watched as Siri Longfu got into the car waiting for guests outside the airport. The two waved goodbye through the car window.

Soon after, it was time for Lu Feng to board the plane.

But when he saw the plane in front of him, he was a little dumbfounded. This turned out to be an old-fashioned single-engine biplane without a canopy.

It even had a machine gun wrapped in a sheet in the back seat.

After communicating with the ground staff, Lu Feng learned that there are too few people flying these days, so some short-distance flights will arrange specific types of flights based on the actual situation at the airport.

Because Lu Feng was the only one flying from Fengtian to Dandong today, the airport did not arrange a passenger plane, but arranged for such an old-fashioned trainer aircraft to come out.

Anyway, don’t delay your flight.

After listening to the ground staff's explanation, Lu Feng was speechless.

What else can be done? Just sit down. Anyway, it’s only a one-hour flight.

So, Lu Feng put on the large cotton-padded jacket, large felt hat, and windproof goggles sent by the ground staff, wrapped himself tightly, and climbed into the back seat of the plane.

What surprised Lu Feng was that the pilot of this plane was not Japanese. His face looked like a Slav.

And he looks quite young.

"buzzing"

When the plane's engine started to spin up, Lu Feng had only one feeling left:

cold.

The huge blades at the front of the plane were like a super powerful electric fan, intensifying the already cold wind twice and turning it into sharp blades blowing from Lu Feng's back. (The back seat can face away from the pilot)

Lu Feng was so beaten that he even thought about refunding his ticket.

"Would you like a sip? It will keep you warm from the cold."

The pilot in the driver's seat suddenly handed over a wine bottle and spoke in unskilled Japanese.

"No, thanks."

Lu Feng declined the other party's kindness.

Then he watched the pilot take a big gulp of wine, screw on the bottle cap, and the red-faced pilot hit the throttle, and the plane roared and accelerated on the runway.

Until it flies into the air.

"Hiccup~"

Smelling the strong smell of alcohol wafting from the cold wind, Lu Feng, who was sitting in the back seat, regretted it. He remembered a joke he had seen in later generations:

It is said that someone wakes up and finds himself on a plane, surrounded by capable soldiers, with himself as the leader.

The man was happy and asked calmly:

"Where has this come from?"

A subordinate next to him immediately replied:

"Boss, Daishan is just ahead, and we will be arriving at the Capital Airport soon."

This is simply more incomprehensible than Dashuai Zhang in front of Huanggutun. At least Dashuai Zhang can run away if he operates it properly. This is really no way to go to the sky or to the earth on the plane.

Lu Feng felt a little regretful. He should have asked the ground staff for a parachute just now. However, after flying for a while, Lu Feng's mood calmed down. Because although this drunk driving guy looks unreliable, his skills in flying a plane are indeed beyond words.

Under his control, the entire plane flew smoothly in the air.

Even after operating it for a period of time, Lu Feng felt that this plane was more comfortable than the passenger plane he took when he came from Shanghai.

At least it's not that noisy.

Moreover, this 360-degree open-top panorama without blind spots really adds too many points to this trip.

Looking down from the back seat of the plane, the earth is covered in silver, which is particularly enchanting.

If the scene wasn't inappropriate, Lu Feng would have wanted to sing the teacher's "Qinyuanchun·Snow" again. After all, nothing could more accurately describe the magnificent scene Lu Feng saw before his eyes than this poem.

It's a pity that such a great river and mountain is now occupied by the Japanese.

Thinking of this, Lu Feng suddenly became uninterested.

However, when the plane flew over a mountainous area, Lu Feng looked at the direction of the mountains below and felt inexplicably familiar.

I seem to have seen this scene somewhere.

The speed of the biplane was not very fast, so Lu Feng had a lot of time to observe the mountainous area by himself. After watching it for a while, Lu Feng finally remembered.

Isn't this the mountainous area depicted on the white piece of paper that I stole from Sugiyama Shoichi's residence?

No wonder the people of the Anti-Japanese Alliance have never been able to figure out the specific location marked on the map. It turns out that this place is not around Bingcheng, but on the Fengtian side.

But, is there anything special about this place? Is it worthy of Sugiyama Shoichi to care so much?

Just as Lu Feng was thinking, the plane was about to leave the area completely, so Lu Feng hurriedly asked the pilot:

"Sir, do you know where it is down there?"

The pilot tilted his head and said:

"Down below is Guanmen Mountain. That's what the locals call it. As for what you call it, I don't know."

"guanmen mountain."

Lu Feng silently wrote down the name of this place in his mind, preparing to inform the Anti-League people of the news and ask them to investigate the problem.

Not long after flying over the mountainous area, Lu Feng saw the blue sea emerging from the distant skyline.

This also means that Lu Feng is about to reach his destination.

Ten minutes later, as the plane gradually landed, Lu Feng finally ended such a thrilling and rewarding journey.

After getting off the plane, Lu Feng took off his thick clothes, took out a Japanese yen note and stuffed it into the pilot's pocket.

It is regarded as the reward for the other party to answer the question for him.

This move surprised the pilot.

Then, before other ground staff arrived, he whispered to Lu Feng:

"Friends, you should be careful when acting outside, otherwise your identity will be exposed easily.

Here, the Japanese never tip us generously. "

After saying that, the pilot stepped aside.

"Thanks for reminding."

Lu Feng nodded to the pilot, then left the runway and walked towards the airport exit.

The old Russian pilot continued to take out the wine bottle and took a sip of it.

There was something nostalgic in his expression.

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(End of this chapter)