War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1027 Uncle Chabu's Gifts and Lies
When the last rays of the setting sun were completely blocked by the horizon, Wei Ran had just finished talking about when he was studying at the Hongqi Forest Farm, he and Jima were holding a silicone dummy in the swimming pool and were chased by Teacher Daria with a rubber bullet. A miserable experience.

On the opposite side of the two, the big fat Uncle Chabu, who was just across the table, finally stopped laughing unscrupulously and slapping the table.

Wiping away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with the palm of his hand, the fat Chubu directly picked up the little wine bottle left, raised his neck and poured all the remaining wine into his mouth.

"Dang bang!"

As the empty wine bottle in his hand was thrown into the cabin behind him, the private jet finally came to a complete stop.

"After listening to your story, I am finally relieved"

Chub the fat man hiccupped, slowly re-lit a cigar, then took out two black hoods from the small drawer beside him and threw them to Wei Ran and Jima, then stood up and walked towards the cabin door. While saying, "Okay, children, put on the headgear, and then it's time to unwrap the presents."

Hearing this, Wei Ran and Jima immediately put on thick hoods, and left the cabin with Uncle Chabu who opened the cabin door himself.

Looking around, the line of sight has been distorted by the high temperature, and the surrounding area is full of yellow sand and Gobi, and even the airport runway under the feet is a field airport-level gravel road.

Following Uncle Chabu to the other side of the plane, Wei Ran and Jima noticed that on the other side of the airport runway, there was a long row of iron hangars, and behind these hangars were A continuous small hill that is at most 400 meters long and never more than 50 meters high.

At the highest point of this small hill, there is a tower that looks very old, and at the foot of the hill directly below the tower, there are some khaki-colored vehicles faintly parked.

There was no need to discuss it at all, Wei Ran and Jima wisely didn't ask where this place was - even though they had a very good chat with Uncle Chubu along the way.

If they didn't ask, Chub, the big fat man who was smelling of alcohol, would naturally not explain, but he took them unhurriedly away from the simple runway that was relatively smoother than the surrounding area, and then walked towards a man with a face full of faces not far away. Beard was wearing a desert-colored combat uniform, but he couldn't tell which country's armed man waved his hand.

The bearded man immediately stood at attention, then squeezed the hand rest fixed on his shoulder and said something.

Soon, the metal doors of those hangars were all opened with clanging noises before the three of Wei Ran walked to the door, revealing the various types of aircraft parked inside.

At a glance, the first three iron hangars parked are all An-12 transport planes that still use Soviet paint.But what is frightening is that all three planes have astonishingly large aerial bombs hanging under their wings!
Following the drunk Chub and continuing to walk far away, although there are no aircraft in the fourth, fifth, and sixth hangars, they are full of wooden boxes that do not know what they contain.

When we reached the seventh hangar, in addition to a DT30 transport vehicle, there were also two bulldozers, several forklifts, and even a MAZ537 heavy-duty tow truck with a desert-colored painting and the chassis exposed.

When he reached the eighth hangar, the drunk Chabu finally stopped, raised his finger to the ugly and cute plane parked in the hangar, and introduced, "This is an An-74TK- 200 Commuter, although it has been parked here for almost 10 years, it is indeed a brand new aircraft.

And about four or five years ago, I replaced it with the D-300T436 turbofan engine used in the follow-up Model 1, and at the same time retained the layout of the engine, so that it still has the same pure short-distance launch as the An-72. down ability. "

Having said that, Chubu turned around and patted Jima on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, from now on, this big-eared Chubu will be your toy."

"For me?"

Ji Ma stammered and asked, but in fact, like Wei Ran at this time, he muttered in his mind, "Where did you find such an ugly plane?"

Indeed, this plane is really not beautiful, otherwise it would never be mixed up with the nickname of "Big Ear Chub".

"Go up and have a look"

Uncle Chubu, the fat man, patted Jima on the shoulder, "It was overhauled about a week ago, and now it can fly at any time as long as it is fueled."

Glancing at each other with Wei Ran, the two walked towards the pure white painted plane.

Although this plane is not much different from the plane they took when they arrived just now, the inside is quite different.

If the plane I just took was a luxurious sky car, this plane is an air bus with more than 30 seats.

But even so, there is none of the equipment that should be lacking. There is even a large-sized LCD screen fixed on the bulkhead directly in front of the seat.

"Isn't this too ugly?" Jima approached Wei Ran and said in a low voice, "I'm not talking about the inside, I'm talking about the outside. Isn't this plane too ugly?"

"A beggar still thinks the vegetables are salty?"

Wei Ran muttered in Chinese that Ji Ma couldn't understand, and at the same time couldn't help muttering in his heart, "It's really ugly".

However, just like the saying that a beggar should not be too salty, no matter how ugly it is, it is still a gift from others. It is obviously very rude to refuse at this time.

Turning around in a hurry, the two left the cabin without any hesitation and returned to Uncle Chubu's side.

"You will be required to sign a few documents later, and then the plane will be yours."

After finishing speaking, Chu Bu directly hooked Wei Ran's shoulder and continued to the next hangar, "The next one is for you."

"There are still more?" Wei Ran just showed a trace of surprise.

"Of course!"

The big fat Chubu laughed, "How could I ask you to make a special trip just for that small plane just now, Ji Ma, hurry up and follow, what are you doing in a daze?"

"coming!"

Jima hurriedly said hello, and at the same time couldn't help but gloated and wondered, when they returned to Inta with two such ugly planes, which An-2 plane would they be tied to by Inta's Queen? The propeller spins all day.

Just as he was fascinated, Uncle Chubu, who was walking shoulder to shoulder with Wei Ran, also stopped in front of the ninth hangar.

"This is what you need to hand over to Ninel"

Chubu said casually pointing to the planes parked in the hangar, but at the same time he was very satisfied with the dull eyes of Wei Ran and Jima.

Of course the two of them were stunned, because what was parked in this much larger hangar turned out to be a pure white Il-76 transport plane!
"This. This is."

"right"

Chabu said with emotion, "This is an Il-1990MD that was supposed to leave the factory in 76. She is almost the last Il-76 produced by the Soviet Union. Her first flight was from Tashkent, more than 900 kilometers away. to here. Since then, it has never left the surface except for a one-hour inspection flight once a year."

Ignoring Wei Ran and Jima, who are like idiots, Chubu took out a laser pointer from his pocket, pointed to the direction of the tail and said, "This Il-76 retains the military-style tail turret and the infrared jammer. Launch function. Of course, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble for you, I have removed the barrel of the turret, but the launch function of the infrared jamming bomb is still there, and I will prepare some jamming bombs for it."

After a short pause, the laser pointer in Chub’s hand pointed to the wing again, “As you can see, it still has pylons under the wings. It was also about four or five years ago, and this aircraft was replaced with PS-90A2 engine, which makes this big guy a lot quieter, and the same amount of fuel can fly for a longer time.”

"Uncle Chabu" Jima finally couldn't help but asked with doubts in his heart, "Why are these planes kept here?"

"Do you think I want to leave them like this forever?"

The drunk Uncle Chubu snorted, and said rather depressedly, "As you can see, these are backlogs, unsellable backlogs."

This sentence is false!

Wei Ran and Ji Ma looked at each other, and saw the same answer in each other's eyes without any surprise.

(End of this chapter)