Chapter 1285 Express the Utmost Respect

The next day, in the hangar where the Boeing 747 was parked, twenty-four gray-haired ex-Flying Tigers, wearing uniforms of pilots from World War II, stood outside the spiral staircase for a long time, accompanied by their families. machine.

It has been half an hour past the scheduled registration time, but these old people stared at the familiar shark mouth painting on the Boeing 747, and they were moved to tears.

Modern Americans no longer recognize the livery specially designed by Disney for the Flying Tigers during World War II. The old people never thought that this paint, which has not been seen for many years and is of great significance to them, would be Show up on a Boeing 747.

The unique painting of fighter jets during World War II is now reproduced on a modern airliner. The past and the present are intertwined, making these old people recall the glorious years of those years and the life journey of so many years after leaving the battlefield.

The old people hugged each other and wept, and the family members on the side also leaned on each other, watching their lovers, fathers, and grandpas sighing there. At this moment, these old people who are infinitely old are shining with infinite greatness.

The boarding time has passed, and the tower is already urging the plane to prepare for taxiing and queuing up for takeoff. The captain couldn’t bear to interrupt the precious emotions of these old people, so he could only personally explain to the tower that the boarding was delayed, and the takeoff time could only be postponed by one hour. .

The accompanying photographers have been capturing pictures all the time. These photographers who were moved to the extreme are also trying their best to leave the most precious and perfect memories for these old people, and also leave them for future generations. The next extremely precious record.

A photographer from China suddenly suggested: "Let's take a photo with the plane for you, just like the photos you took with the plane in the Flying Tigers back then."

The old people nodded excitedly. One old man wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "When we were in the Flying Tigers, every time we took pictures with the plane, I would climb onto the fuselage and stand on the highest point. It’s just that this Boeing airliner is too high to get on.”

The old people next to them burst into laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became more active. The old people stood under the nose of the aircraft one after another, with the huge shark's mouth on top of their heads.

Photographers from China and the United States were carefully taking pictures of them from various angles. The family members watched from the sidelines and were also moved by the situation, so they also joined in the group photo.

After taking countless photos of these old people, the time has passed the second take-off time.

Chen Xu, the five-star captain sent by Air China and also the captain of the crew, was not in a hurry at the moment. Apart from applying to the control tower for a later takeoff, he was always at the cabin door, motionless, asking the old people outside. Pay attention.

But when the old people hugged each other and wept, Chen Xu also turned around and secretly wiped away his tears.

He was also a pilot of the Air Force, and later transferred to civil aviation. With his superb flying skills and strong sense of responsibility, he became the best pilot and instructor of Air China. Now he is not often on duty, but it is more important to be on duty occasionally. Flights and routes lead the flight, the pilot is promoted to the captain's flight mission, but because Air China attaches great importance to this charter flight activity, it specially formed a best crew, so he was appointed as the captain of this charter flight.

Chen Xu had never personally experienced a war, so the reason he was so touched was that when he was in the air force, a pilot he had led died in the South China Sea two years ago.

The Air Force pilot named Wang Wei was only 33 years old when he died. He flew solo for the first time under the professor Chen Xu. A U.S. reconnaissance plane in China's airspace collided with a U.S. reconnaissance plane, parachuted in the sea, and its whereabouts were unknown. It was finally confirmed that it was sacrificed.

Although Chen Xu had changed jobs for many years when Wang Wei died, the news still made him extremely sad. At that time, he was making preparations for a flight with a flight route. quantity,

When he came up, he found that the usually unsmiling captain, a man in his fifties, was crying like a three-year-old child in the cockpit.

Except for the two flight attendants who received boarding passengers, all the crew rushed into the cockpit to comfort Chen Xu. At that time, they thought that something happened to Chen Xu's home, but later they found out that the captain was in the cockpit. Before taking off, I received a message from an old comrade in arms. After many days of searching, the military officially announced that the hero had died, so the hope for a miracle was shattered in an instant, and all that was left was sadness.

At this time, when Chen Xu saw these veteran pilots who had experienced World War II, the first thing he thought of was the hero who died in the South China Sea. The old hero from years ago, I don’t know how many people still miss the young hero who died less than two years ago.

After crying secretly, the flight attendant came to Chen Xu and whispered in his ear, "Captain, it's about time for the old people to board the plane. Number two asked me to tell you that the control tower is already urging."

Chen Xu nodded, heaved a long sigh, and said, "Go and tell our Huaxia volunteer representatives. According to the regulations, you can't get off the plane casually at this time."

"Okay." The flight attendant immediately agreed, and was about to go down the spiral staircase, when he suddenly turned around and said to Chen Xu: "Captain, I believe that 81194 will also be remembered by everyone."

Chen Xu glanced at her in surprise, and nodded gratefully and gratified.

The number of Wang Wei’s plane when he died was 81194. Many people thought that the 81192 fighter plane on the photo was the number of the fighter plane Wang Wei was flying when he died because they saw the photos taken by the Americans in the air. In fact, the photo was not taken on the day of the impact. On the day of the impact, the number of the fighter Wang Wei was driving was actually 81194.

The flight attendant has worked with Chen Xu for many years and is also a five-star flight attendant of Air China. He knows Chen Xu very well. When Chen Xu was crying in the cockpit, she was beside her. Just now, Chen Xu quietly wiped away his tears. She also saw the actions in her eyes, and she understood for whom Chen Xu's tears were shedding almost instantly.

The flight attendant passed on the tower's request to the volunteer representatives on Huaxia's side, who is also the person in charge of Huaxia this time, so he hurriedly explained the situation to the veterans who were still taking pictures and watching under the shark's mouth. When they heard that the plane had been delayed When it took more than an hour to take off, everyone cooperated and started to prepare for boarding.

All the crew gathered inside and outside the cabin door. The captain and co-pilot stood on both sides of the spiral staircase outside the cabin door, with solemn and respectful expressions, saluted every old man who passed by, and said in English: "You are welcome to take the flight of Huaxia Airlines. It is our honor to serve you."

The old people also responded very politely. One old man even held Chen Xu's hand and said, "Is it true that you will change the paint job of the plane after this flight?"

Chen Xu hurriedly said: "No sir, in order to show respect for you and the Flying Tigers like you, China Airlines has reached a consensus with the Veterans Undead Charity Foundation to permanently retain the livery of this aircraft. Until the plane is retired!"

When the old man heard the news, he immediately said excitedly: "That's great, it's really great. I hope that your plane can pay more for flights to the United States in the future. I'm too old, and I'm afraid I won't fly to the United States again in the future." If I have the ability to go to Huaxia, it would be a pity if I never see her again, if she still flies to the United States, I will definitely go to the airport to see her more!"

Chen Xu's eyes turned red, and he hurriedly said: "I will definitely feed back your request to the company, and hope that in the future, this plane will be able to fly to Huaxia to the United States at a fixed value."

The old man was very excited and shouted: "Hey brothers, did you hear that? This plane will not change the livery in the future, and she may fly to the United States regularly!"

The people who had already boarded the plane, those who got on the spiral ladder, and those who were about to board the plane burst into cheers. They all thought that the livery of this plane would be changed back if it was worth flying this flight. They didn’t expect it to be preserved forever, and it was possible It is great news for them to fly to the United States regularly.

Spielberg sighed in his heart. He thought of his mood when he was filming "Schindler's List". Like Li Mu, he hoped that the world would remember the hardships that his nation suffered back then. However, he obviously did not have what Li Mu thought. More far-reaching, I just made a movie, but Li Mu planned a whole set of huge plans, in which the details of various thoughts and the breadth of consideration made Spielberg feel inferior.

half an hour later.

The Boeing 747 painted with an alternative shark mouth took off in the long sky, flying to China, and flying to the hometown where countless fierce air battles took place.

The old people on the plane were extremely excited. They shouted excitedly on the plane the slogan they had thought of long ago: "Fifty-eight years later, we are back again!"

...

At 10:30 am on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the weather was fine at Southwest Chuncheng Airport.

The weather is beautiful, the weather in Spring City today is surprisingly good, the sky is clear for thousands of miles, and the visibility almost breaks through the sky.

The temperature is not too cold, and the sun is warm on the body, which makes people feel very comfortable.

There is no media at the airport, only the camera crew hired by the Veterans Never Die Foundation, and the frontline reporters from YY. All the Chinese Flying Tigers are waiting on the prepared apron at the airport. The airport is not related to Li Mu. The dredging was done by the Yun Province Military Region.

The military region has a very high right to speak in the civil aviation airport, because legally speaking, the airspace is under the control of the military, and everything in civil aviation must be subject to the military's dispatch, so the military made a request. Although the airport does not know why, it still Follow the rules.

At this time, Air China's Boeing 747 was already preparing to enter the field. After more than ten hours of flying, although the old people were physically tired, they were extremely excited. They had already started this extreme excitement since they entered Huaxia, because They didn't know that the moment the plane passed through the airspace was the place where they flew the plane and fought the Japanese army.

Chen Xu was in the routine communication with the tower before entering the field. After the air traffic control of the tower had completed the approach and docking with the 747, he suddenly received an order from the superior and immediately said to the 747: "The superior requires you to be at an altitude of 300 before entering the field. Fly five times around the field."

Chen Xu was taken aback for a moment, and asked in surprise, "A request from the superior?"

The other party was actually very surprised, but he could only answer: "That's right, the order sent by the leader of the military region requires execution, and there is a six-word postscript: Express the greatest respect!"