Chapter 43: Soul of the War God (Part 2)

Seeing the fighter jet flying away across the sea, Zhanxiage finally couldn't help but jump up, pointing at its back and cursing loudly: "Damn it, what kind of turtle son is this bastard? At such close range, it's one thing to use an autocannon, but to bombard missiles one after another. Are you trying to blow up my brother's life too?" ”
Huang Zhipeng also struggled to float up from the seawater, exclaiming, "Big brother, that's a Su-27 fighter jet!" ”
The entire sea surface was in chaos, with crocodile dismemberments everywhere. On the shore, two clouds of smoke mixed with scorching flames continued to claw and claw into the air. The air carried the smell of burnt flesh, and the crocodiles that had once screamed around them, staring at them with eyes scrutinizing delicious food, had all vanished!
Suddenly, the two brothers hugged fiercely. Huang Zhipeng, tears streaming down his face, shouted, "Big brother, we're not dead, we're still alive!" The people from the base finally came to save us. I no longer have to make snacks for crocodiles. I can finally see my girlfriend again and go back alive to endure my father's scolding! ”
Zhanxiage slapped Huang Zhipeng's shoulder hard, slapping his own nose hard and shouting, "That fighter jet's pilot is awesome, truly a super pervert!" ”
First, flying ultra-low altitude, using supersonic shockwaves to scatter the crocodiles, then using cannons and missiles at incredible close range—such fighter pilots are either crazy or freakish!
Huang Zhipeng shouted hoarsely, "I think the biggest super pervert is still you, boss!" ”
The Su-27 fighter jet flew over their heads again, and suddenly something made a beautiful streak in the air, being thrown into the seawater by the pilot, sending up a shower of water.
Zhan Xiage's and Huang Zhipeng's gazes were fixed on the dropped item—the life jacket containing automatic heating rations, an Air Force pilot's self-defense pistol, and a self-defense saber. Zhanxiage and Huang Zhipeng shouted, jumped, and shouted at the Su-27 fighter jet, which shimmered with heavy metal in the sunlight and cost hundreds of millions. They waved their hands desperately and blew kiss after kiss at the fighter jet. With every move they could think of, they expressed their joy and gratitude to the fighter jet.
Suddenly, Zhanxiage and Huang Zhipeng both widened their eyes and mouths agape, thinking to themselves: "What exactly is this perverted pilot trying to do?" This ...... This ...... This is just too much! ”
Under the stunned gaze of Zhanxiage and Huang Zhipeng, the Russian-made Su-27 fighter jet, worth over 30 million US dollars and more than 300 million RMB, actually slid diagonally through the air, using the vast ocean as its runway and performing an underwater emergency landing!
The pervert who crawled out of the fighter cockpit and desperately waved his arms at them—if not Zhao Guang, a first-class Chinese fighter pilot, then who else could it be?!
Zhao Guang clasped his hands together like a megaphone and shouted at them, "Hey...... What are you two standing there for? Hurry up and get on the boat! The land above you is called Crocodile Island by nearby fishermen. Do you two bastards really want to be snacks in the crocodile's mouth?! ”
Zhan Xiagege and Huang Zhipeng exchanged a glance. After being trapped in the mud for over twenty hours, they finally gained freedom, using their hands and feet to desperately swim 200 meters away. That ...... No, that one might be the most disproportionate in the world in terms of size and cost...... Ship!
Captain Zhao Guang was still sitting in the cabin, while Zhan Xiagege and Huang Zhipeng sat on either wing of the Su-27 fighter jet. The Su-27, costing 300 million RMB, floated gently on the waves on the sea. Zhanxiage and Huang Zhipeng grabbed the self-heating individual rations, devouring them as if they were desperate.
"Don't worry, you've boarded my fighter jet and are safe!" Zhao Guang looked at these two now-barely human back door troublemakers with pity. He couldn't imagine what these two big boys had been through. He stared at the severed limbs floating on the sea, asking questions several times but swallowing them back. He just comforted her softly, "Take your time eating, I still have more here." Before landing, I had already reported our exact location to the base; it would only take at most two hours before a nearby search and rescue ship arrived! ”
Zhanxiage finished the last bite of food and asked in a low voice, "The submarine's silent test period hasn't passed yet, and we can't send any distress signals to the base. How did you know we were in trouble?" ”
"A cargo ship rescued one of your companions, who were drifting alone on the sea due to an injured arm."
Zhao Guang said softly, "You're tired, just lie down and get some sleep on the plane. I'll stay here and watch over you until the rescue team arrives!" When you wake up, you have boarded the boat and will be home soon. ”
One hour and a half minutes later, a warship that had received Zhao Guang's location report arrived and took Zhao Guang, Zhan Xiage, and Huang Zhipeng onto the warship.
Huang Zhipeng and Zhan Xiagege walked up to the captain. With trembling hands, Huang Zhipeng delivered the experimental data and materials—the result of the lives of sixty-eight of China's finest soldiers and scientists—to the captain. He took a deep breath and called out, "Navy soldier Huang Zhipeng, on behalf of Major Sun Jing, reports to Lieutenant Colonel that our ship has successfully completed the mission assigned by higher command. Seventy people are supposed to be present, two are actually present. Please give your instructions!" ”
The lieutenant colonel looked at the two soldiers before him, now barely recognizable, covered in wounds, then at the data storage device in Huang Zhipeng's hand. He silently took the experimental data storage from Huang Zhipeng's hand, slowly raised his right hand to Huang Zhipeng and Zhan Xiage, and offered the most sincere military salute from a soldier!
"Thank you for your hard work!" The lieutenant colonel whispered, "You have successfully completed your mission. I am proud of you!" ”
After twenty hours, they finally returned to the naval base. As they secretly entered the port, Zhanxiage's eyes widened because among the few people welcoming them at the port, he saw Instructor Li Xiangshang from the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School and ...... Zhan Xinghua!
Zhan Xiaga stepped down from the warship. When he was still five or six steps away from Zhan Xinghua, he slowly stopped in his tracks.
In three years, Zhan Xinghua looked much older. At first, he only had a faint layer of gray dye at the ends of his hair, but now half of his hair was coated with silver strands. Time slowly wore away the sharpness and decisiveness of a soldier in Zhan Xinghua's eyes. His face no longer showed the same determination and emotion as before, but instead trembled gently.
The first impression Zhanxiage felt when he saw his father was that he was old—truly old.
Zhan Xinghua also looked at his son with a complicated expression.
The war hero song is higher, slimmer, and darker.
This father and son silently watched over the harbor. Zhan Xinghua slowly took out a torn letter from his pocket. "I know I acted on my own and forced you to choose your future path. It's my fault." But you used this method to get back at me, leaving me a suicide note like this. You're stabbing my heart with a knife! ”
A gust of sea wind blew, and the letter in Zhan Xinghua's hand danced with a rustling sound. On that pure white paper, only the bold characters Zhan Xia Ge had left before the mission began—the last letter he had prepared to leave for his family: Dad, if I die, will you regret it?!