Chapter 533 New Year Gift
On the afterglow display of the Tu-4, the light spots representing the enemy planes suddenly became blurred, just like ink dispersing in water. The comrades on the Tu-4 knew that something must have happened, but they were not sure what exactly happened. They waited for the report of the flying formation with anticipation.

On the Feitian 02, the pilot pressed the camera gun continuously. Although no shells were fired, the photos he took could also be transformed into shells fired at the enemy.

At this time, in addition to the enemy planes falling down with thick smoke and flames, a parachute was slowly falling down. To be honest, whether you can survive a parachute jump from an altitude of 2 meters depends on luck.

The pilot of Feitian 02 rushed forward and pressed the shutter of the camera gun.

He hoped to fit Fei Tian 01, the falling enemy plane, and the floating parachute into the picture, but he didn't know if it was possible because this was a camera gun, not a camera, and it didn't have a viewfinder.

"It would be nice to have a wide-angle lens," he thought.

If Gao Zhendong knew what he was thinking, he would probably sigh and say, "So the military propaganda reporters' love for using wide-angle and fisheye lenses came from you?"
In the command center, Feitian 01's report was heard: "Report, Feitian 01 launched an attack, fired a missile, shot down an enemy plane, the enemy pilot has parachuted, please organize a search as soon as possible."

Since they have been shot down and they were reconnaissance planes, we have to find them and rescue them. We have a bottom line.

There was a cheer in the command center.

"It's down, it's down!"

"You can't be so arrogant this time. Do you still dare to come in so brazenly?"

"All reactionaries are paper tigers."

"If the jackal comes, it will be greeted by a hunting rifle."

"..."

Amidst the laughter and cheers, the commander picked up the microphone.

"Flying formation, congratulations on your victory in the first battle. Under limited conditions, you have fully tapped and exerted the potential of your equipment with a fearless spirit and successfully shot down the enemy plane. Your mission has been successfully completed and you can return to XX airport."

It would be impossible to return to the original airport with the remaining fuel, especially for Feitian 01, which consumes a lot of fuel in one leap. However, the command center was well prepared and arranged an airport nearby.

"Feitian 01/02 understands."

The two fighter jets adjusted their direction and flew towards the designated airport facing the rising sun. Their silver fuselages shone brightly in the morning sun.

The comrades of the Tu-4 were still waiting for instructions from the command center when the radio rang: "Sky Eye, call from the center."

"Sky Eye received, please speak."

"The fighter formation has successfully completed the mission, shot down an enemy plane, and the enemy pilot parachuted. Thank you for your close cooperation, and you can now return!"

"Sky Eye received it!" The voice of the Tu-4 special crew was full of excitement.

After the call was disconnected, the captain of the Tu-4T picked up the intercom and said, "Comrades, I have good news for you. With our cooperation, the comrades of the fighter unit have shot down the enemy plane!"

When talking on the plane, the language used is much more casual.

The Tu-4T is not a dedicated early warning aircraft. It is modified according to the style of combat aircraft. Unlike early warning aircraft, most of the personnel are not concentrated together, but are distributed in various combat positions throughout the aircraft. If you want to notify everyone of good news, this is the only way.

Immediately, cheers were heard from all parts of the plane, and on the in-flight intercom, the crew members launched an enthusiastic "microphone grabbing" action.

Everybody was expressing their joy and excitement, and some comrades started to speak in a foul manner. It was understandable that they were excited.

This new combat style felt very fresh to them. We couldn't fly fast or high, but relying on our large body and strong strength, we could fly around in the sky with a radar and report the position and status of the enemy aircraft, and then the comrades in the fighter unit could successfully shoot down the enemy aircraft.

The radar operator on the Tu-4T thought with regret: "What a pity, the radar is not good enough. We can only look up, not down. Otherwise, no aircraft can escape our eyes!"

On the ground below the combat airspace, comrades are busy preparing for spring plowing. This is the south, where the temperature rises early, and the spring plowing time is earlier than in the north.

They could not see what was happening at an altitude of 2 meters, but the huge roar made by the fighter jets when they were sprinting at supersonic speed with afterburners shook the whole area, and the comrades on the ground could feel it.

"Was there thunder in the sky today?"

"What's the thunder? Is that our plane?"

"What are you flying? I can see planes flying over, but I can't see any planes in the sky."

Everyone was busy and guessing at the same time.

When the U-2 was falling with thick smoke and flames to a level visible to the naked eye, it was discovered by sharp-eyed comrades.

"Hey, hey, hey, look, what is that? What is that?"

"Oh, it looks like a plane has fallen." There was a trained militia comrade in the crowd who recognized it at a glance.

"No wonder there was such a loud rumbling noise just now. It's bad! Could one of our comrades be in there?"

"Go, go, go, hurry over there, hurry over there."

Just when everyone wanted to put down what they were doing and rush to the direction where the plane crashed, the village chief said: "Why are you panicking? Gather the basic militia and take the medic with you. Other comrades, do what you need to do, spring ploughing can't be delayed!" The crash site was clear and there was no need to search. There was no need to send more people, but spring ploughing couldn't be delayed, the solar terms couldn't wait, and the basic militia would be enough. What ten people couldn't solve, a hundred people couldn't solve either.

At this moment, everyone saw another object slowly falling.

"Parachute! Parachute!" The basic militiamen who were gathering were all anxious, because this meant that the person hanging on the parachute might be a living person.

Upon hearing this, the village chief immediately changed his mind: "Send a few people to the place where the plane fell and guard it! Everyone else, follow me!"

This time, he is not limited to basic militia.

Although a parachute may look like a big target in the air, it will not be easy to spot once it falls to the ground. What if it is one of our comrades on it, and he may be injured? The sooner we find him, the better!
Everyone put down their weapons and were on their way out when the village party secretary who was on duty at the village office ran over.

"The People's Armed Forces Department called to inform us that our air force comrades just shot down an enemy plane and the enemy parachuted out. We are asked to capture the prisoners immediately!"

The feelings of grassroots comrades are relatively simple and direct. What search and rescue means is just capturing prisoners!
Upon hearing this, the village chief immediately stopped the comrades who were running towards the parachute: "Comrades, stop! The militiamen go over, and the others, go back to spring plowing."

Compared with catching the enemy, spring ploughing is more important.

Once the enemy falls down, even if he has three heads and six arms, he can't escape. The basic militia comrades can just go over. If the enemy has weapons and ordinary comrades don't have weapons, it will be dangerous.

Most comrades felt very sorry, “Ah~~~~~~~”

The village chief scratched his head and expressed his embarrassment for changing his orders every day.

The core militia continued to move forward, while the other comrades turned back with regret.

The situation in the nearby villages is roughly the same, except that the conditions in some villages are more specific. If no phone notification is received, then all the villagers, young and old, will join in the fight.

Major Huang was hanging on the parachute, feeling tortured by the temperature all the way down from 2 meters. When he saw the solid ground, he felt somewhat comforted. As he controlled the parachute to slowly descend, he saw a scene that made him shudder.

It seemed as if there was a group of ants on the ground, running towards him.

Damn it, the militia! The regular army won't arrive so quickly.

This made him very panicked. If he was not panicked when he met the regular army, he would be furious when he met the militia.

Regular armies are disciplined, and so are militias, but as I said before, the militia's emotional expression may be simpler and more direct. There is certainly no fear for their lives, but it is hard to say about the physical pain.

Subconsciously, he pulled the parachute control rope, trying to land in another place.

When the parachute turned, he gave up the idea dejectedly.

There are more people in this direction!

He was already very close to the ground and could even see old people and children inside!

No, no, we can’t descend in this direction!

The child was not careful, and the old man might have a deep hatred for him! Major Huang knew very well that in this area, before the successful transition, his side had been very ruthless in robbing the land.

Although the fighting power of these two types of people may not be very good and they can't even knock out a single tooth of yours with a slap, they have backup!

Major Huang turned the parachute and descended towards the team of militiamen again.

The comrades on earth were all very puzzled. What was this guy in the sky doing spinning around? Was he trying to find a good place?
Oh no, he wants to commit suicide!

As for why if you want to commit suicide, you don’t do it in heaven, comrades don’t think so much about it.

After a while of busy work, as soon as Major Huang fell to the ground, he was surrounded by people enthusiastically.

Fortunately, no one took any harsh measures against him. It was not easy to catch someone alive these days, especially in the inland areas. Apart from the enemy spies who were lurking with their tails between their legs, no one could be found alive. They were very rare.

He completely gave up the idea of ​​resisting, and as soon as he stood up, he saluted with a standard Gallic salute. Although he had a pistol on him, he had no intention of lowering his hand, for fear that people around him would misunderstand him. The morning sun illuminated his armpits.

"Caught it! Got it!"

Comrades from several villages here gathered around him, and it was as lively as the New Year.

It’s not even the fifteenth day of the lunar year yet, but this is the Chinese New Year! This fake officer with his hands raised high is a New Year’s gift!

There is more than one New Year gift. As the saying goes, good things come in pairs. The other side knows how to give gifts.

On the other side, the plane that fell to the ground was quietly emitting smoke. Except for the slender wings that were broken by the air and scattered everywhere, the main body of the plane was basically there.

The fire on the aircraft has been put out. Maybe something on it may be useful to us. The militia comrades have been trained and know this.

(End of this chapter)