That night, Zhuang Yan looked through the training record manuals he had accumulated during the actual flight operation of domestic triangular wings.

This is one of his habits.

Use the experience of the new equipment in a more popular and intuitive language, and record the parameters in the operating manual on the notebook through plain drawing.

Accumulating such original materials will be of great benefit to compiling textbooks in the future.

Just as Yan Ming gave himself the notebook of his pistol shooting experience.

In popular language, it will be easier to understand and be accepted by soldiers than the standardized descriptions in the textbook.

At night, he rested early.

The real flight to face tomorrow is a huge challenge.

Once the power triangular wing flew in the wind, he was equivalent to carrying the fate and future of three people.

It doesn't matter if yours is yours.

But Deputy Minister Li Binhu and Researcher Zhang Neng, their personal reputation and political future are all dependent on themselves.

If there is a mistake, you can still bear your own sacrifice, and the personal fate of Li Binhu and Zhang Neng will be trapped in by yourself.

Solemn felt the pressure.

However, he knew that only with pressure can he have motivation.

This is his habit, and it also gives him his usual character and style.

That night, in the middle of the night, the typhoon arrived.

The whimpering wind ran wildly in the dark night outside the window, blowing the glass window a little trembling.

The leaves of the coconut tree make a rustling sound in the violent wind. Occasionally, a crisp sound from nowhere was heard, like a broken glass, or something blown down by a typhoon.

That night, both officials and soldiers were silently listening to the raging wind in the bed, and the queue was quiet, and everyone was a little worried.

How strong will the wind force be after the typhoon tomorrow?

Everyone knows that the domestic powered triangular wing will be performed in front of the leader tomorrow morning, and everyone admires the courage of this young officer.

As a guy, everyone has fought hard.

However, this is the first time that someone who is fighting like Zhuangyan has seen him.

Xu Xingguo was like a pancake on the bed, and he couldn't sleep no matter how he was.

Occasionally, he would look in the direction of his solemn sleep.

I can’t see anything clearly in the darkness, only the white mosquito nets are seen.

I spent the night in a daze and got up early the next day. Since the wind was still very strong and there was no sign of weakening, I announced that I would cancel it and all the housework was sorted out in the room.

Someone pushed open the door and wanted to go out to brush his teeth, but found that the door was actually killed by the wind.

It was finally difficult to push the door open.

The rain came in like a bullet.

Lao Te had to close the door again.

"It's so strong, it's over. Today we have to eat self-heating food."

Since yesterday, all preparations have been made, enough water has been stored in the garage room, and each person has sent two days of Navy self-heating rations.

No matter how awesome the old guys are, they cannot fight against the power of nature.

When the typhoon came, the old men were like all the soldiers in the army, squatting in the room reading books and writing letters.

Sitting by his bed, my heart hangs in my heart as I look at the strong wind and rain outside the window.

He hopes that the typhoon will pass as soon as possible.

The earlier you leave Coconut Island, the smaller the wind will be tomorrow.

The wait was long, it was a dull day.

At night, the wind seemed to be a little weaker.

When he solemnly pushed the door out, what caught his eye was the mess all over the ground under the light.

The leaves, not knowing the garbage that was blown from there, and even the canvas used to cover supplies in the camp blew away a large piece of them and disappeared.

Zhuangyan felt that the wind was still about ten levels. After looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

He returned to his room and sat on a small stool, unable to help but feel a little worried.

Wei Shuping said: "Zhuangyan, why are you always walking out? If the wind stops, it will stop. It's useless for you to go out to see it."

Zhuang Yan said: "I still can't help but want to see it."

Gao Weiheng said: "Actually, if you want me to tell me, Zhuangyan, the danger of your flight this time is really great, so you shouldn't have tried this."

Zhuang Yan said: "It's okay, I've agreed that early tomorrow morning, Director Zhang will go to the dock to test the wind. If it exceeds level 7, it will be really unsafe. The real flight will be cancelled."

"Where is the leader?" Xu Xingguo asked.

Zhuangyan said: "Shifei was cancelled, of course the leader will not come."

"Oh!" Xu Xingguo said: "I thought you would be so crazy that you dare to fly above level 7 winds! Fortunately, you are not a real lunatic."

Smiling, he ignored him.

...

It was another difficult night.

Early the next morning, Zhuangyan woke up naturally before the wake-up call sounded.

He got up, put on his camouflage uniform, then ran to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

He suddenly realized that the wind was getting smaller!

So I quickly ran to the corridor and stood there to feel the wind.

It doesn't seem that big, it feels like it's about level 7.

He remembered something and ran to Zhang Neng's room to find him.

As a result, he knocked on the door and no one responded.

When I thought about it, I guess I had already gone to the dock.

It seems that Zhang Neng is even more nervous than himself.

So I went downstairs and ran towards the dock quickly.

The vicinity of the dock is relatively empty, and the wind speed and wind speed are more accurate.

From afar, Zhang Neng saw the seaside near the dock. Sure enough, he stood beside the railing of the breakwater. He placed a windmeter on the cement pier, holding several small semi-spherical receivers in his hand, staring at the screen on the instrument.

Zhuang Yan ran over and shouted, "Master, how about the wind?"

Zhang Neng turned around, saw Zhuang Yan, shook his head in disappointment, and pointed to the small screen of the instrument.

Zhuangyan squatted in front of the instrument and looked at the numbers.

This thing has a very large and comprehensive test range, such as ground temperature, humidity and temperature, relative humidity, wind direction, wind speed, and air pressure.

All indicator parameters are displayed.

The solemn eyes fell on the two most concerned values ​​of wind speed.

This is the key to the success or failure of today's flight.

The wind speed item shows 19.3m/s...

This means that the wind speed here is 19.3 meters per second, which is converted into level 8 wind, and it is almost broken through the level 8 limit.

A sudden gust of wind blew, and both of them felt it.

Several small semi-circular balls rotate faster.

The numbers on the instrument suddenly jumped!

When Zhuangyan saw it, she cursed in her heart, "Oh no!"

The red value instantly jumped to 22.6m/s!

Level 9 wind!

According to wind power, level 7 is strong wind, level 8 is strong wind, and this is level 9 is strong wind!

In this case, it is definitely not suitable for powered delta wing flights, and today's flight is a low-flying across a strait, which is more dangerous and difficult!

Zhang Neng looked down at his watch.

It is 5:40 in the morning.

A melodious wake-up call came from the sky above the base.

There are still about four hours left to determine your destiny.

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