"I lost control of my plane!"
"Lost control? Chopin, what's the situation on your side?"
"The steering wheel, the accelerator…nothing! The plane is not listening to me!"
"Commander, according to my judgment, there should be a malfunction in the operating system. The pilot system seems to be locked. The computer system should think that the plane has crashed!”
"Xiao Han! I'm not dead yet! At this time, can you not read me mourning?!”
“……”
At night.
In the radio station's broadcasting room, Zheng Wuyi listened to the recordings of the confrontation training repeatedly. He felt very upset.
Creak ~~
At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open.
Xiao Han placed a lunchbox on the table in front of Zheng Wuyi.
"What are you doing here?"
Zheng Wuyi looked up at him and said with a complicated expression.
"You haven't eaten all day. Eat something!”
Xiao Han handed the lunch box to Zheng Wuyi, which was filled with warm food.
"Fight, fight, fight…Now that you've won, are you satisfied?”
Zheng Wuyi said with grief and indignation.
"Do you think I won? Do you think I'm happy that Chopin's plane is gone?!”
"Like you, I'm in a bad mood now!”
Xiao Han's expression was stern.
"That's my plane, too. I've been maintaining it so meticulously every day, and I know the operation of every part of it.!”
Zheng Wuyi was very puzzled. His tone was heavy and filled with grief and indignation.
"According to my analysis, the aircraft's avionic system malfunctioned.”Xiao Han slowly explained.
"I'm not trying to shirk responsibility. I'm not afraid of taking responsibility! It's just that such a good plane…my heart aches! Comrade pilot!"
Zheng Wuyi patted his chest. His eyes were gradually wet with tears of sadness.
"I can understand how you feel, but people are made of steel. You should eat first. Don't starve your body!”
Xiao Han's eyes were complicated.
Zheng Wuyi treated the plane like a father treating his own child.
Seeing his 'child' die, this kind of grief and indignation simply made it difficult for him to breathe.
"Xiao Han, I know that you had no choice but to shoot down that plane. You could only do that…"
Zheng Wuyi looked deeply at Xiao Han and said earnestly,""But I feel that an excellent pilot must have a good attitude in addition to good flying skills!
Whether it's you or Ma He, they're both too competitive…This isn't good!”
After that, Zheng Wuyi put on his headphones and continued to listen to the recording.
Again and again, he didn't know fatigue.
It seemed that…
In his heart, this was a way to pay tribute to the destroyed fighter jet.
He couldn't stop reminiscing.
……
The night was getting colder.
The dark sky was cloudless, dotted with stars. A bright moon hung overhead, and the moonlight poured down like mercury.
That night.
For many people, it was a sleepless night.
"Ugh! Hah!"
"Ahhh!"
In the fitness training hall, Chopin punched the sandbag again and again, roaring like a beast.
He didn't wear boxing gloves and waved his fists empty-handed to vent the anger in his heart.
Strands of blood seeped out, mixed with the sweat that flowed out, making him look as if he had gone crazy.
Ta, ta, ta…
The sound of steady footsteps suddenly rang out.
Xiao Guangli strode into the training hall, followed by two sergeants in their thirties.
"Chopin, the people from the working group are here. They want to know something from you!”
Xiao Guangli looked at Chopin's haggard appearance, and his expression softened as he spoke softly.
"Where?" Chopin stopped what he was doing.
"Let's go to the division's meeting room!" A member of the team suggested.
"No need! We can just talk here. It's quite quiet here, and the environment is not bad!”
Xiao Guangli looked around and rejected him.
This was also to prevent Chopin from being under too much pressure. It could be considered a form of care.
"Alright, let's do as Commander Xiao says!”The two members of the task force looked at each other and did not have any objections.
"Chopin, don't carry any burdens. This is just a routine inspection.”
Xiao Guangli handed a clean towel to Chopin and gestured for him to wipe the blood off his hands.
"Alright, thank you, teacher!" Chopin took the towel, lowered his head, and said,""I promise to tell the truth!"
"Hmm…then let's begin!”
The two members of the team took out their notebooks and sat down on the stools.
"Comrade Chopin, our questions may not be very coherent. You just have to answer naturally! Don't think about what we like to hear, you know what I mean?”
A staff member of the working group stared at Chopin and said with deliberation.
"Sure!"
Chopin nodded.
However, his hand that was holding onto the towel was tightly clenched, and his veins were popping out.
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