After Becoming a Little |

But compared to the 5400-meter starting point of Mount Everest's summit camp, Rongbuk Monastery is only 5100 meters above sea level.

Duojihua didn't ask the woman's full name. She and the other party were friends, but she only called the other party's last name, because the fiery red clothes were so easy to identify.

That woman, surnamed Lu.

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Blue Star Deutsche

The flight of the plane, once the distance covered is far enough, is actually an arc on the map.

Even the flattened map for observation needs is an arc—because the blue star is round.

Therefore, for intercontinental voyages, an extremely exaggerated circular arc, or even a semicircle, is often drawn on the map, because the Mercator projection will distort the paper map.

The closer to the two poles, the larger the graph is, and the closer to the equator, the smaller the graph is.

So Russia on the Republic is actually not as big as it looks on the map.

Southeast Asia under the Republic is not as small as it looks on the map.

The map that the Germans are looking at is also a Mercator projected map, but the lines they draw on the map are messy and complicated.

"Take off the fighter plane immediately, we need to know the specific situation of that passenger plane!" Someone spoke with a sonorous and forceful voice.

"For what reason?" Someone spread his hands: "The fighter plane is approaching an international flight? It's just a temporary loss of contact. What if it's a communication failure?"

Fighter planes are not paper airplanes, oh, they can fly as soon as they say they want to fly?

Do we have to take a breath on the nose first?

Of course, he can't say such things casually, even if he deliberately makes things difficult for these big soldiers, he still needs to be famous.

Thinking of this, he straightened the collar of his suit, feeling that today's tie is really well chosen!

"The plane has lost contact, and even lost control!" The person who spoke first patted the table and said in a deep voice, "If this passenger plane was hijacked by terrorists, how dare you assume that the plane crashed in a densely populated area?" Is it the responsibility of the region?"

"I--"

"I dare to bear the diplomatic impact of dispatching fighter jets to contact and observe nearby! Do you dare to bear the subsequent negative consequences of the plane crash!"

"you--"

"If you dare, I can hold a press conference right now, you take responsibility, and I will listen to you - say!!"

"I...I have no objection."

"Take off two Gusts and follow the opponent's route to approach. The target altitude is [-] feet." The map reader threw the pen in his hand on the map, and after a moment of silence, he said softly: "Load live ammunition."

"Um, if something goes wrong with that airliner." The man in the suit looked around in a little panic: "Are we really going to shoot it down?"

"if not?"

"But the follow-up consequences... I think..."

"Come on, take it." Someone handed him his phone: "You command, respected Mr. Congressman, we will all follow your orders."

"...I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable." Mr. Mr. Suit Gently pushed the microphone away: "General, then I will leave the rest to you."

"Ah……"

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[-] feet in the air

Two Tornado fighter jets scrambled into the air with air-to-air missiles, patrolling above the clouds.

Soon they found their target - it was a huge passenger plane flying smoothly.

Although it is a single-aisle airliner, it is bigger than a fighter jet anyway.

『Apollo Flight 522, please answer! 』Gust No. [-] shook its wings and approached slowly.

The face of the fighter pilot wearing a helmet turned sideways, looking through the filter mask at the blue and white painted airliner, and the other side's tail was painted with the sun god Apollo.

Because at an altitude of more than 1 meters, the driver also needs to wear an oxygen mask, and the voice of calling the other party has a unique metallic and electronic sense of electronic communication: "Repeat, Apollo 522, please answer if you hear it!" 』

There was no answer, and the intercontinental passenger plane was like a silent ghost, quietly wandering above the clouds.

The two Tornado fighter jets exchanged information, and Kuang Yi decided to go up to see what was going on from the cockpit.

They kept the speed basically synchronized with Apollo 522, stuck on it, and then looked through the windshield of the cockpit in shock to see the two pilots with their heads down, motionless.

"I guess what I saw wasn't going to be good, but I didn't expect it to be this bad..."

The pilot of Gust One muttered, and contacted the air traffic control center on the ground by radio: "Control tower, tower, there are two pilots in the cockpit of Apollo 522, and the other party seems to be unresponsive!"

"This is the air traffic control center, please help us check the cabin situation!"Is there anyone else who can function normally! 』

"Understood." Gust One sent a message to the wingman, so Gust Two changed direction and slowly observed the passengers inside through the porthole.

All the passengers bowed their heads, yellow oxygen masks buckled on their faces, and soft air ducts hanging from the ceiling in the cabin, making them look like... like some kind of weird existence connected to the umbilical cord, And the entire passenger cabin is a matrix of mutations.

But no one looked up, and no one responded to the fighter jets whistling outside the window.

Just when the Tornado fighter was transmitting the information to the ground, it seemed that the noise outside the window had stimulated the pilot in the cockpit. The captain struggled a bit, his whole body bouncing like a convulsion, and opened his eyes with difficulty to look out the window. .

"The pilot in the cockpit shows signs of activity! Repeat! The pilot in the cockpit shows signs of activity!" said Gust One, trying hard to make a radio call: "Apollo Flight 522! Received please answer! Received Please answer!"

The captain's throat rolled, and his slack eyes wanted to catch something, but in the end, his struggling body could only barely lift his hand and put it on the central control stick of the plane.

His last subconscious mind was telling him that the plane must descend—so he tried to push forward.

But as the last trace of strength in his body disappeared, his whole body tilted involuntarily.

At this moment, all the weight of his body was on his feet, and his feet were pressing on Ale's rudder.

The next moment, the wingtips of the huge passenger plane produced a horizontally sliding arc-shaped turbulent flow, which suddenly turned to the side, like a big steel bird flying sideways.

Tornado No. [-], who was observing the situation in the cabin on the other side of the plane, was almost caught off guard and slapped by the raised right wing. Still accidentally rubbed his own tail.

The towering single vertical tail of the Tornado fighter broke, and it was thrown backwards with a howl. After hitting the fuselage of the passenger plane and making a huge dent, it disintegrated into several pieces.

Unfortunately, one of the fragments was caught in the right engine of Apollo 522...

The ear-piercing metal twisting sound was almost accompanied by thick smoke and flames, and the huge A320XLR passenger plane slowly turned to one side and began to fall——

"Mayady! Mayday!" the Tornado fighter shouted in panic to the ground tower

"This is the Air Traffic Control Center!what happened?Are airliners crashing?I heard an explosion! 』

The eager voice of the liaison officer from the ground control center came, accompanied by various chaotic shouts, and even the driver heard someone arguing about whether to fire.

"I collided with the airliner! The tail is confirmed to be broken! Mayday! Mayday!"

"..."

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Lu Wuxia had a dream.

In the dream, there are many bizarre things.

There are daughters, there are many daughters, some are crying, some are smiling, some are small, and some are big.

"Having a baby... Actually, it's okay if you don't have to... go to school... the hospital... and change diapers... it's super troublesome to cry..."

That house is very tall, with high windows, through which sunlight can come in, and it looks as if it has penetrated the sea of ​​clouds and come to the sky.

There are densely packed houses everywhere outside, a mountain from high to low, big and small, horizontal and vertical, new and old, all the buildings are crowded together.

Lu Wuxia has seen this kind of scene in many places, and it is not uncommon in densely populated areas.

She even saw an island, piled up on top of each other, and an unknown number of poor people lived there, and there was no place to bury the dead there.

Heh... burial... Lu Wuxia felt dizzy thinking about it. It seems that burials are not allowed now, so there is no need for burials.

Well, I am really smart--

The voice talking about giving birth was still babbling in her ears, and then she felt very annoying: "Hey! Go away!"

The voice stopped abruptly.It's like it never existed.

Someone came in from outside the room, holding a bowl of strange soup: "Come, drink it."

Lu Wuxia took it subconsciously. She naturally didn't have the habit of being spoiled, nor did she have the habit of frowning and retching when she saw the soup.

Even though the soup in front of me looks like some kind of poorly prepared traditional Chinese medicine, and it has a strange burnt smell...

But someone was pulling the hem of his clothes, and a milky voice came over: "Mama, don't drink! Don't go!"

This is very strange, she is still a big girl, where did she come from?

The chattering voice came out again, gloating and full of banter——

"I told you not to give birth... I gave birth and no one took it... If it's really impossible, just throw it away, or return it to the communication operator?" 』

Oh yes, I have a daughter.

Lu Wuxia suddenly realized that she had already given birth to a child, and she was not a big girl running around by herself.

The TV in the room made a rustling sound, and the old black and white TV squeaked and sang opera with the atmosphere of the times.

"The birds on the tree are in pairs, the green water and the green hills are smiling... Husband and wife both return their homes... You plow the field and I weave, and I carry water and you water the garden..."

What kind of play is this?Holding the soup, she stared blankly at the TV screen.

Compared with the current child's good childhood living conditions, her childhood entertainment can be said to be lackluster - except for practicing martial arts, it is probably just reading some difficult books in Yu Nuan Building.

At that time, going to the market and listening to operas was probably the biggest form of entertainment for the three little sisters. Occasionally, there would be movies that were rushed to the market and played on the sun-drying field.

Those moths were flying and flying in front of the projector. On the white cloth curtain swaying in the night wind, there were scratches unique to old film, and the strange dubbing was quite dramatic when I think about it now——

Come to think of it, opera, this is Huangmei Opera.

She was born in the south of the Yangtze River but grew up in the north. At that time, Huangmei Opera was not very rare in the northern villages, or she had never seen it.

Later she saw these famous plays, still on TV—just like now.

Later, opera also decreased, and provincial and municipal TV stations would occasionally broadcast some so-called opera activities with strong performance tasks. Later, perhaps there were only dry and dedicated drama channels left.

It's so pitiful, it's still CCTV, she smiled silly, and then handed the soup in her hand to the child.