Chapter 246: Set off (1)

Yu Yan hurriedly saluted and ran out. The senior brother said this to the point, what else can he say? Yu Yan smiled.

It has been twenty days since Minqing and the others left. They are busy with training and tactical discussions every day for about twenty days, and have never contacted the outside world. They live a completely isolated life, and I don’t know how Minqing and the others are doing.

A trace of nostalgia flashed through Yu Yan's heart, but he immediately threw away this emotion. Now he is a soldier, and this kind of love between children cannot be brought into battle.

At about twelve o'clock, Yun-5 rose from the runway with a huge roar and slowly rose into the air. Feeling the pressure brought by overweight, watching the mountains, rivers and trees on the ground quickly leaving me, Yu Yan stared deeply outside the window. Goodbye, Tianjing, I will definitely come back.

No. 9 stood beside Yu Yan at some point, looked at him and smiled, "No. 1, let's come back together."

Yu Yan looked at her and said firmly: "Yes, come back together."

It was only about an hour from Tianjing to Qingdao. However, the huge roar of Yun-5 made several soldiers complain.

"Kao, this is what the Russians do." The God of Wealth covered his ears and shouted, very dissatisfied with the bumps and huge noises of Yunwu.

"God of Wealth, let's forget it, the Russians are all bargains, so let's bear it. When you make money, smuggle a Hercules from M Country and let our brothers start eating foreign food." The coyote stabbed the gun in his hand on the military leather boots and pulled back and forth a few times, making a fierce look of killing pigs and sheep.

The God of Wealth laughed and said, "Barring, if I have money, I will buy Hercules. I will just spend billions of dollars to get the No. 10 aircraft. At that time, I will all take our own big planes and get some Hercules Little Hercules." Several people laughed together.

Twenty years ago, the No. 10 aircraft was a large aircraft developed and manufactured by the Chinese themselves, and the crystallization of wisdom of all Chinese aviation people. The two prototypes that were once produced have also begun to fly in the blue sky of the motherland, which is also the pride and hope of all Chinese people. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, the No. 10 aircraft was forced to dismount. This is a huge regret. From then on, the big aircraft of foreigners flew in the sky in China. Yu Yan knew very well that the principles of building cars are the same as those of building large aircraft. Only by mastering the most core things can you not be stuck in your throat by foreigners.

Speaking of the No. 10 aircraft, the soldiers who often ride in the transport plane also sighed in their hearts.

Yu Yan smiled and said, "Okay, let's wait for the God of Wealth to build a big plane for us." Several people laughed together again.

The coyote giggled and said, "No. 1, I heard that you want to build cars outside. I think it's better to just go in two years. If you take the lead, we will also build big planes to play with it, hehe."

Not to mention, Yu Yan really has this idea. As long as the industrial foundation of Chuangli Century is laid solid, it can also develop in the direction of the aerospace industry. Of course, these are just medium- and long-term plans, and now they are still far from that step.

The Taoist priest hugged his chest with one hand and said, "Amitabha Buddha, don't mention the Lunar 5 and Hercules in front of the old Taoist. Hey, this female donor, you have a beautiful face, a restrained charm, and a good appearance to boost your husband and son. It is really an excellent face that is rare in a century. In the future, your husband will be capable and full of filial sons and grandchildren. I wonder if the female donor can give you some incense money to the old Taoist. The old Taoist represents the Taoist priests and nuns all over the Qingcheng City. Thank you for your generous sponsorship." The next two sentences were said to the Nine who was laughing secretly, and blinked at Yu Yan while saying this.

The Falcon is well known about Yu Yan and No. 9. This youngest pair of eagles is so compatible in everyone's eyes. Almost all soldiers like to joke about them. Although No. 9, who has been immersed in the military camp for a long time, is a little shy, he is deeply moved by this endless friendship with comrades.

No.9 smiled and said, "I'm sorry, old Taoist priest, I don't believe in Taoism. You might as well find a female donor who has the appearance of a prosperous husband and a good son." This time, even the moonlight that had been silently rubbing the sniper rifle smiled slightly. The huge roar of the Yun5 could not resist the sincere fighting friendship between his comrades.

After arriving at the airport, the team members collectively changed into casual clothes and drove out of the airport in a gray Korean Daewoo.

Although Yu Yan knew about the task, he saw the bus driving out, but he didn't know where he was going, and he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. Why didn't Zeng Da see you yet? What the hell is this senior brother doing?

When I arrived outside the airport, I turned on a road and an ordinary green jeep stopped in front of the bus. Lao Zeng came out of the car and said, "Yu Yan, are you all here?"

Seeing that Lao Zeng was also wearing casual clothes, Yu Yan knew that he had already left the military control area at this time to wear an action, and asked for confidentiality, so he didn't do anything respectful, so he said carelessly: "It's all here."

Seeing his appearance, Lao Zeng cursed: "You little brat, show me again." However, looking at their relaxed state, it is of great benefit to performing tasks.

Lao Zeng drove a jeep in front, and the big guests followed closely behind them. The breeze was gentle. Although it was winter, the air here was very wet, and the cool breeze also had a little fishy smell, which seemed to have arrived at the beach.

Lao Zeng's car drove through one side door into a courtyard, and Yu Yan and his bus drove in with him.

When he got inside, Yu Yan saw that it was a large deep-water dock with more than a dozen huge berthing positions. Several 10,000 tons of ships were loading and unloading goods. The transport workers were in and out, which was very busy. The two tankers had just left, and the whimpering sound of the ship pierced the clear sky.

On the far sea, a few seagulls were flying happily near the water. Under the breeze, slight waves appeared on the sea from time to time, as if a gentle hand was stroking it carefully, everything seemed so quiet and harmonious.

The courtyard where Yu Yan and the others are located is about 200 square meters, wide and independent. At the bottom is a three-story building, half old and not new, probably the place to stay. The building is separated from the dock by a dense wire mesh, with a door open on the wire mesh, which is the only passage for entering and exiting on both sides.

When the cars were all gone, and there were only Yu Yan's team and Lao Zeng left in the courtyard, Lao Zeng looked at the soldiers and shouted: "From now on, in the next three days, you will be an ordinary sailor at this dock. You must go deep into various docks and quickly learn various sailor skills. After three days, I will distribute tasks. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Yu Yan, from now on, enters a state of combat readiness."

"Yes--" Yu Yan shouted loudly and began to arrange a mobile post for the wardrobe.

During these three days, Yu Yan's team was all in action and scattered to various docks to learn various sailor skills. In fact, these skills were already familiar with each other during training, and now they were just systematically transforming them to make the soldiers more like sailors.

Everyone understood this situation. It seemed that this time I didn’t have to go to the far Middle East to play the role of an Arab. I must have to go around the Pacific Ocean and then Xiao Hei sent them ashore. Thinking of the feeling of climbing torpedo tubes, even the always calm moonlight couldn’t help but shake his head.

Three days passed quickly, and the port that night seemed particularly deserted, and even the workers who were usually responsible for loading and unloading goods ran away one by one.

At first, Yu Yan thought it was because he and others were about to set off, so Lao Zeng cleared the scene. Later, he found that the situation was wrong. The outside of the port had been blocked by the field battalion with live ammunition, and countless plainclothes were constantly wandering around. It seemed that martial law was implemented and it was not small.

"Damn it, isn't it just sending us off to set off? Is it going to be so serious about martial law?" Fatty Head Tuo said in surprise. Old Zeng glared at him, and Fatty Head Tuo smiled and stopped talking.

Lao Zeng glanced at the anxious soldiers and laughed dryly: "I just received an order that there was a leader who wanted to visit us before leaving. Hey, hey, don't glar at me, I don't know who it is."

"Looking at this situation, it is at least at the level of a military commander. Hey, Zeng Da, you really don't know?" Even the moonlight, which had always been calm, couldn't help but ask Lao Zeng.

"Xiong Bing, haven't you seen me standing here like you?" Old Zeng cursed fiercely, looking like he was so angry that he was so angry that he was the lifeblood of his hands. He liked it!

Two bright lights shot towards this side. From the martial law entrance, four big red flags drove out. Looking at the heavy wheels and glass, the soldiers knew that this was a red flag that was explosion-proof and definitely a first-class car for the central leader.

Yu Yan's team began to get excited. Hehe, a central leader came to see him off. This time he had a great face, enough to brag in front of other brothers for several years.

A gray-haired soldier came down from a red flag in front of him. Lao Zeng hurriedly ran over and saluted, "Commander Zheng!"

The soldiers smacked their lips. Everyone knew this person. This is Commander Zheng of the Tianjing Military Region. The commander of the First Military Region of China can only sit in the front car. Who is in the car behind?

A swaying figure walked out of the car behind and saw the familiar face. Everyone, even Lao Zeng, was a little excited.
Chapter completed!