When the last cluster of flames fell, the jc-90 also landed on the sand dunes with the flames. The enemies who still had an absolute advantage in numbers showed no intention of resisting. When the two Luan Birds gathered above their heads, all resistance was lost.

All have lost their meaning.

Ye Zhou's vision entered darkness, and he returned to the void again.

[The five-stage simulation of Dragon Heart ends]

[Final ending achieved: Our sky]

[Reward (Ending Reward): Somersault Cloud Sky Integrated Dual-Mode Engine Design Drawing]

[Reward (reward for men majoring in engineering): Design drawing of mature basestep device]

Ye Zhou did not take a closer look at the rewards, nor did he click on the ending summary, but directly entered the ending replay.

But this time, unlike every previous staged simulation, the picture unfolding in front of him was somewhat unusual.

The picture was first in black and white, with several large, similarly rusty characters floating on the mottled and broken scene.

"Our Sky".

Then, a bit of color gradually appeared in the picture.

The first thing that caught Ye Zhou's eyes was a diary that was obviously worn out. The papers in the diary were yellowed and curled, and there were still water stains on them.

A pair of hands covered with oil stains and calluses opened the diary. After flipping through a few pages, he stopped on a certain page.

Ye Zhou saw it written in delicate calligraphy:

"It is said that the prosperity of a country is due to the development of technology, and the development of technology must depend on machines. Non-learning machines are not enough to help the development of technology."

"The war is not conducive to the motherland. In this era of competition, airplanes are indispensable to the military. It costs millions to make a warship. Why not use this money to make hundreds of airplanes, which is cheap and saves labor?

.If thousands of planes are deployed to guard the ports, the mainland will be safe."

Later, the diary was picked up by the big hand, and Ye Zhou saw a man with a resolute face put it into his pocket, then turned and walked out.

The screen jumps quickly, and the man gets on a simple airplane. He slowly accelerates under the gaze of tens of thousands of people. Then he lifts the control stick and the airplane takes off.

The plane didn't fly very high, but after circling the field several times, it still aroused bursts of cheers from the onlookers.

However, the accident happened very quickly. Just when the man wanted to continue to raise the flight altitude, the plane suddenly lost control and plummeted to the ground.

Ye Zhou's perspective came to the man again, and he heard the dying man speak with difficulty:

"Don't let my death deter him from his ambition. You must know that this is a necessary stage."

Ye Zhou recognized his face and knew his name.

Feng Ru.

As the man quietly closed his eyes, the picture in front of Ye Zhou also turned dark.

After a short transition, Ye Zhou found himself in a small office.

There is a death notice lying on the desk.

"Our army's Chen Huaiming faced five enemy fighter planes and fought bravely without fear of death. After the fighter plane was shot in many places, the fuel tank caught fire, and was shot in the left chest by an aircraft, he flew the plane towards the enemy fighter plane, and fought with

The enemies will perish together."

"The remains of the martyr have been transported back. Because his parents are old and his girlfriend has jumped into the river and followed him away, in compliance with the wishes of the martyr, the remains are sent back to the school and the teacher Li Xiangyang is asked to dispose of them on his behalf."

The man sitting in front of the desk was silent for a long time. The cigarette held between his fingers had burned to the end, but he remained unmoved at all.

The mottled sunlight shone on his face through the smoke. Between the flickering light and dark, Ye Zhou seemed to see mist gathering in the man's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

After a while, the man threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, put the death notice back in the drawer, took out the letter paper and started writing.

"...I have been teaching for several years, and I have over a hundred students, of whom not even one out of ten is still able to fight in the skies of our country. This time when Huai Mingshu died in an accident, I was heartbroken, and I vowed that I would never be able to live in peace.

On this campus.”

"If I die, if there is any body, I will send it back to the school. If it disappears into ashes, I will be buried in the sky."

"From now on, if you can see the trajectory of the new aircraft, it will be like seeing me."

After finishing his short suicide note, the man stood up and walked outside the house, towards the runway where the fighter jets were parked. Someone came forward and tried to hold him back, but he only left one sentence.

"My student is dead, it's my turn as a teacher."

The engine started, the propellers gradually accelerated, and the aircraft soared into the blue sky after a short taxi. Ye Zhou watched the old-fashioned fighter plane disappear into the clear sky, and subconsciously recited their names silently.

Liu Huaimin, Li Xiangyang.

The screen jumped again, and Ye Zhou saw a jet fighter soaring above the sea.

The paint of this fighter plane is very earthy, and the pilot also wears an old-fashioned flight jacket, but the look on his face is extremely determined.

To his side and in front is an EP-3 reconnaissance aircraft.

"This is Chinese airspace, please leave immediately, please leave immediately!"

The man made his voice angrily on the radio, but the ep-3 on the side was completely unmoved, and even turned sharply as if provocatively.

During the first turn, the man followed the opponent's movements and turned to the right, barely avoiding its movements. However, when the man pulled the plane back again, the opponent had already accelerated forward and fled.

The man pushed the afterburner, and the plane quickly chased forward, but the opponent seemed to have anticipated his actions. The moment he was about to become parallel to the ep-3, he changed direction, and the propeller on the nose of the plane suddenly cut into the wing of the man's fighter plane.

The fighter plane lost control instantly and the ep-3 flew away. The man pulled the joystick desperately, trying to stabilize the plane that gradually started to roll, but it was all in vain.

After finally stabilizing the fuselage, the aircraft engine shut down due to debris getting caught in the turbine, and the aircraft lost power.

"The fuselage is damaged and I have stalled!"

The man called into the radio and tried to restart the engine.

Gu Wei

A moment later, a response from the rear came over the radio.

"Call 81192, this is 553. I have been ordered to take over your aircraft to perform the cruise mission. Please return!"

The altitude of the plane had dropped to less than a kilometer. The man looked at the vast sea below him, and the expression on his face suddenly became relieved.

"81192 received, I can no longer return, you continue to move forward, repeat, you continue to move forward!"

Subsequently, the plane crashed into the sea.

At the last moment before crashing into the sea, the man was still trying to pull up the plane.

But he didn't succeed.

By the time he finally decided to skydive, it was already too late.

His figure was forever lost in the sea along with the fighter plane.

Wang Wei.

Ye Zhou's perspective switched. This time, he saw a brand new fighter plane in front of him.

j-20.

A pilot wearing a brand new flight helmet climbed into the cockpit, and with the sharp sound of the pressure relief valve, the hatch was closed tightly.

The engine started, the telex system started, and 20 Ji's cold and sexy voice sounded.

"Program starts."

The plane slowly headed towards the runway, its vector nozzle spraying out bright blue flames. Under the gloomy twilight, the fighter plane named "Vyron" rose from the ground.

From Ye Zhou's perspective, he followed the plane as it flew through the clouds. Afterburner was activated, the sound of breaking through the sound barrier was like the roar of a dragon.

Just 8 minutes later, the fighter plane taking off from Hu Jian arrived over the island.

The aircraft, which had long been equipped with Longbot lenses, was detected by radar as expected, and then two F-16s took off in an emergency and began flying on both sides of the J-20.

The other party's chatter about driving away came over the radio. The pilot suddenly raised the control column, and a Cobra fell behind the other party in excitement.

The button for the fire control radar was at hand, but he didn't press it.

He just looked at the two panicked fighters in front of him with disdain and said:

"Stop nagging you. From now on, I will come twice a day and fly for two months, and you will get used to it."

Ye Zhou looked at the gray paint on the plane, which had no combat effectiveness, and then glanced at the number on his helmet, silently remembering his name.

The scene switched and Ye Zhou felt his feet set foot on the ground again.

But when he looked around, he found that he was not on the ground.

This is a huge aerial flying platform, Luanniao-1.

This time, he didn't meet anyone special, but it seemed that everyone he met was special.

Several pilots came towards me, their faces filled with confidence, and they were chatting about trivial matters such as women and children.

Ye Zhou watched them walk to the unknown fighter planes, and then each of these people stopped smiling. Not only their expressions, but also their entire demeanor suddenly changed.

The murderous intent is at its peak.

Obviously, what they are driving is the most powerful combat force in the sky on this planet.

Several planes taxied along the runway for a short distance before rising directly from the ground. Ye Zhou watched as these planes flew higher and higher into the sky. The bright blue flames from the nozzles gradually turned to yellow, and finally continued.
To be continued...