The helicopter flew against the surface of the Yangtze River at a cruise speed of 180 kilometers. The cabin was warm and dry, giving people a comfortable and safe feeling. People who had experienced bloody battles sat quietly and were too lazy to talk. Liu Yanzhi took out a cigarette, lit one by himself, and handed it to Yu Hanchao beside him. After thinking about it, he handed it to the pillar.

Zhuzi was staring out the window in a daze, singing in his mouth. When he saw the cigarette, he hesitated for a moment, shook his head and said, "No."

"Why do you drink?"

"Won't."

"What do you know? Can you eat?"

"You can eat five steamed buns and two large bowls of millet porridge in one meal."

Liu Yan smiled. He remembered the description of Zhu Gangli in "Journey to the West" by Gao Yuanwai. He could eat three or five dou of rice in a meal, and he also needed a hundred and ten sesame cakes in the morning. However, he could do farm work as much as a dozen good farmers. In rural China, the size of his meal often represents the strength of the labor force. It is said that during blind dates, the woman's family would set up dinner parties to see the boy's appetite. If there was no war, the pillar would definitely be a hot item for matchmakers to make a fortune.

"Chief, why do you need to smoke?" Zhuzi asked.

"Smoking can relieve tension. Smoking one before the war can calm down. Smoking another one after the battle can calm down. " Liu Yanzhi still handed over the cigarette, took one, and lit it as he did.

"Swallow it." Liu Yanzhi instigated.

Zhuzi swallowed a puff of cigarette and started coughing violently.

Liu Yanzhi laughed: "I can learn it. I'm free and have nothing to do. Let's sing."

Just now, Zhuzi hummed softly "Returning from Target Shooting". This is a popular old song. As long as it is Chinese, he will definitely sing it. A masculine song sounded in the cabin:

"The sun sets and the red clouds fly in the west, and the soldiers are shooting and returning to the camp, and returning to the camp..."

The destination of the helicopter is Kuiwei Mountain, Omi, which is 800 kilometers away, while the range of Zhiwu is only 520 kilometers. This is still theoretical data. The actual situation must be inferred based on the degree of machine loss and fuel margin, so there is a distance of more than 300 kilometers to transfer to other means of transportation.

The biggest danger comes from the pursuit. First, Liu Yan blew up the entire Jiuzhen Mountain, and then the crossing team turned Wangjiadun Airport upside down. Then, a battle in Xisai Mountain and shot down two helicopters. I'm afraid even the Central Military Commission was alarmed at this moment. I don't know how many people in the sky and earth were looking for them.

In order to avoid radar search, the helicopter has been flying ultra-low altitude, and the onboard CT-1 radio station is turned on to listen to messages. Strangely, half of the radio stations in China remain silent.

What they didn't know was that compared with Deputy Commander Lin who forced his flight, the crossing team was a small role that was not worth mentioning. Now, except for the Chinese Air Force's unmovable Sino-US United Airlines forces, all airports are banned from flying, all radars are turned on, and air defense missiles and anti-aircraft missiles and anti-aircraft artillery forces are entering the battle position.

Over the southern China, the trident was flying in the clouds. The deputy captain walked into the cabin and whispered to the thick-browed old man who was resting with his eyes closed. The old man stood up, shook off his tweed coat on his body, walked into the cockpit, and put on communication headphones.

A familiar Huai'an accent came from the headphones: "Vice Chairman Lin, no matter which airport you land, I, Zhou Enlai, will definitely welcome you in person!"

The old man took off his headphones, shook his head, and turned around.

Two silver-white J-6 crawled out of the clouds.

...

On Mount Cisse, the wreckage of the two shot down helicopters was still rolling in black smoke, and the brown berets were dejected. John Lynch asked the witnesses and got the answer that shocked and delighted.

There was a man who jumped from the cliff into the helicopter cabin at a distance of at least twenty meters. This was not the physical quality that normal humans should have. In other words, the Chinese already had the ability to create superhumans, but this group of mysterious people was neither Soviet spies nor Taiwanese agents. Could it be that they were from the future, as Professor Xing said?

This answer subverted John Lynch's perception. The CIA agent with a bachelor's degree in physics held his chin with his hand, and was puzzled. His subordinates handed over a radio microphone, and the CIA chief agent in China wanted to talk to him.

John Lynch took the microphone: "Sir, I think it is very necessary to continue tracing it. This seems to be related to the future of the United States and the free world..."

Half an hour later, two UH-1 Huey helicopters with no load arrived at Jiuzhen Mountain, and the brown berets boarded the helicopter and continued to pursue.

...

In the cabin, Liu Yanzhi took out two bottles of Zhijiang Daqu from the corner, found three green military enamel jars, filled three cylinders of white wine, and stuffed them to Zhuzi: "Drink!"

Zhuzi also had a cigarette in his hand and took another teapot of white wine, which was a little troubled: "Chief, how do you drink this?"

"Learn from me." Liu Yanzhi picked up the teapot and raised his neck, and halfway down. Zhuzi gritted his teeth and poured it into his mouth. The strong white wine stimulated him and his black face turned red. After drinking a teapot of white wine, he imitated Liu Yanzhi's appearance, picked up a cigarette and took a few more mouthfuls.

"This is the life of a man." Liu Yanzhi patted Zhuzi on the shoulder and laughed happily. He didn't understand why the Jiujiu Machinery Department didn't let Zhuzi drink and smoke, and didn't give him meat dishes.

There were not only white wine, but also military canned food, lunch meat from US aid, pork egg rolls and braised beef produced by Chinese arsenal. Liu Yanzhi opened the can with a dagger, placed it in front of the pillar, and handed him a stainless steel fork.

"Drink big gulp and eat meat big gulp, come on."

Zhuzi clumsyly inserted a piece of beef with a fork and ate it, showing a happy expression: "It's delicious."

"If you eat more, eat more." Liu Yanzhi was very happy, with a guilty pleasure of a senior senior who was taking care of a child.

Zhuzi drank a bottle of white wine with canned beef. He couldn't bear to drink and fell asleep in a drowsy way. Liu Yan took the military blanket and covered him with a blanket.

"He is a good recruit." Yu Hanchao, who was sitting opposite him, said that after fighting side by side with Liu Yanzhi, the gap between them seemed to have disappeared.

"Yes, he was born a warrior." Liu Yan looked at the sleeping pillars. He was created to be used as cannon fodder. If the Nine Machinery Department was not blown up, perhaps thousands of pillars would be sent to the battlefield to resist the torrent of the Soviets with their flesh and blood. Anyway, they were just quick-born humans.

But he couldn't accept it emotionally. Zhuzi was like a stupid little brother, a country cousin who had never seen the world. He was simple and honest and pitiful. He had human emotions and intelligence. He was slowly learning what was beyond warriors and being a real person.

The helicopter was at the descent height, and the red light of the oil gauge pointer turned on, and finally landed on a flat ground by the river. It was already dark at this time, the cabin door was opened, and the cold wind came in, which was extremely cold.

Zhuzi woke up with a tremor, lifted the blanket and picked up the gun, and said vigilantly: "Where have you been?"

"The night march has begun." Liu Yan patted his head.

The crossing team does not have GPS, so they can only infer from the voyage that it is now a remnant of the western section of Daqingshan, and the river is about 300 kilometers east.

People are trapped and horses are too scarce, but they cannot rest because pursuers will come at any time. However, they cannot walk on their legs in the vast mountains, and there is no dry food, drinking water and tent sleeping bags. Entering the mountains is like seeking death.

The river in front of me is already the Huai River. The river water rolls eastward in the dark night. Liu Yanzhi stood by the river and urinated. Suddenly, he had an idea and said, "The water flow rate of the Huai River is about three meters per second. If we set up a raft and downstream, wouldn't it save time and effort? We can move forward ten kilometers in an hour and get to the place in a day and a night."

This suggestion was immediately supported by everyone, but how to cut down became a big problem. They only had daggers, no axes or saws. It was a dream to cut off towering trees, and those small trees with thick arms were useless even if they were cut off.

"Blast with explosives." Yu Hanchao raised his hand, and he finally showed his face, "Dynamic explosion, a little TNT is enough."

"The explosion will alarm others." Lei Meng raised an objection. He was a real special forces soldier, while Yu Hanchao was just a special policeman. He was not comprehensive enough to consider the problems. Now he is a secret battle, not a siege and suppression. He must hide his whereabouts at all times.

"Two harms are the least." Dang Aiguo said, "It's too late to go. Let's talk about the deserted here, let's blow it up."

So the logging work was handed over to Yu Hanchao. He used a dagger to dig a hole on the side of the trunk, stuffed the explosive blocks into it, detonated it with a detonator, and broke off several big trees. It was also a tedious and tiring task to remove branches and leaves. Everyone started to work together, and used daggers and engineer shovels to handle it thickly, lifted the trunks one by one to the riverside, and tied them up with vines. They were busy until the sky was bright and the raft was finally completed.

The raft is not simple, it combines the wisdom of the ancients and the technological products of the 1970s. They dismantled all the things that can be used on the helicopter, and even removed the rotor as a large oar, and there are also lifebuoys made of aluminum alloy rudders and inner tubes.

The sun rises in the east, and the traveling group moves towards the dawn, rides the wind and waves, and hangs straight on the clouds and sky.

The Party was in a good mood of patriotism, cleared its throat and sang loudly, singing in Jiang Dawei's voice: "There are small bamboos roaming the middle of the river, the towering green mountains and the two sides of the shores, the eagle spread its wings and flew, even if it was storms, the heavy burden of the revolution was carried on its shoulders, the Party's teachings were kept in mind, the Party's teachings were remembered, and the Party's teachings were remembered..."

Liu Yanzhi couldn't help but sang in a higher voice: "A laughter from the sea, the tides surging on both sides of the shore, the ups and downs and downs are recorded today, the sky laughs... The mountains and rivers are laughing, the mist and rain are far away, and the waves wash away all over the world know how much..."

"Lalala, Lalalala." Lei Meng and Yu Hanchao all got together. Zhuzi was happy to see them singing, and joined in, without any adjustment.

Liu Yan smiled and said, "Zhuzi, the tone is good. After we go back, we will find a cafe and sing enough."

"What is a karaoke bar?" Zhuzi blinked in confusion.

"It's a place for singing and entertainment. Everyone drinks and sings with their sisters, so they can play for a night," Lei Meng explained.

"Just singing, how can I have time to study newspapers and Maoxuans?" Zhuzi muttered.

"If the Soviet revisionist defeated the Soviet revisionist, the quality of life of the people improved, and it is normal to sing revolutionary songs." The Party and Patriotic winked at everyone. The pillar was very simple and artificial. Don't always make topics that he couldn't accept. It would be bad if the machine was broken.

Fortunately, Zhuzi did not worry about this, but focused on the fish in the river: "There are fish!"

"Look at me." Liu Yanzhi threw a sharpened wooden stick into the river and stabbed a big fish that was jumping around. He took off his clothes and jumped in. He caught the fish. Everyone applauded and applauded. You must know that this is early winter, and those who dare to swim in winter are all heroes with extraordinary perseverance.

"Chief, I want to learn to swim." Zhuzi said.

"Okay, I'll teach you when I go back." Liu Yanzhi agreed, threw the fish to Lei Meng to cook, walked to Dang Aiguo and said, "Professor, let Zhuzi live with me after he goes back."
Chapter completed!