The next morning, Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian said goodbye to Sima Nianfang and He Chaoyang who came to see them off, and took off.
Sima Nianfang and He Chaoyang had no intention of going back home for the New Year.
They said that there is a shortage of people everywhere, and comrades are working hard to build Tibet, so they cannot be deserters.
Zhang Xudong left Sima Nianfang his home address and the phone number of the hospital's director, Lu, asking her to keep in touch.
Zhang Xudong and the other two did not dare to delay on the road and tried their best to hurry.
Even when it passed by Qingshan County where his home was, it just circled in the sky and then flew away.
They knew that many people were anxiously waiting for the two helicopters.
At around 3:00 p.m. the next day, they flew to a place 100 kilometers away from Beidu, and the radio station on the plane started to move.
After the other party confirmed Zhang Xudong's identity, a uniform voice came from the radio:
"Welcome home warriors! Salute to the warriors!"
Although it was just two simple sentences, Zhang Xudong knew that this was people's recognition of their efforts.
This gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
Zhang Xudong said in his farewell message: "Thank you! I am almost getting sand in my eyes."
He Jingxian's voice also came from the radio: "How can sand get into the plane?
I just cried, what's there to say? I just shed tears, so what? It's not okay! "
There was a good-natured laugh coming from the radio.
Zhang Xudong was speechless and almost felt extremely embarrassed.
At this time, a voice came from the radio again: "A helicopter will be there soon to guide your flight. Please pay attention to safety."
After a while, a Z-5 helicopter really flew in front of them.
Zhang Xudong contacted the other driver through the radio.
"Hello comrade, I see you. Please fly ahead and we'll follow."
"Please slow down, my plane has a limited speed," said the other pilot.
"Haven't we already produced the helicopter? Why are we still working on the technical issues?" Zhang Xudong chatted with the other party.
"The performance of our Z-5 is still unstable, and the qualified rate of production is too low.
The rotors used in our current aircraft are still made of wood, and their service life is too short.”
Zhang Xudong sighed a little, saying that the country’s industrial level is really too low now!
Thirty minutes later, they landed at a military airport on the outskirts of the city.
There was a military jeep parked at the airport, along with a soldier and a man wearing a Zhongshan suit.
After they got off the plane, they were invited into the back seat of a jeep.
The man in the Zhongshan suit just said, "The leader wants to see you," and then he kept silent.
The car's windows were covered with curtains, and only the front window could show that the car was heading towards the city.
After driving for about thirty or forty minutes, the car drove into a large courtyard.
After the car stopped, they were led into a yard by men in Zhongshan suits.
Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian looked up and saw the plaque under the eaves of the house in front: Xihua X.
Their hearts suddenly beat violently and their palms were sweating.
The man in the Zhongshan suit walking in front hesitated and said:
"Please don't delay too long. The boss is really busy and hasn't had time for lunch yet."
Zhang Xudong's heart suddenly tightened. This person was so respectable.
They came to a door and the man in the Zhongshan suit knocked and went in.
A moment later, a man in a Zhongshan suit came out and invited Zhang Xudong and the others in.
This is an office of about 30 square meters.
There is a small conference table in the middle of the room, with seats for six or seven people.
There were three or four bookcases against the west wall, and a desk under the south-facing window.
There was an old man writing something on his desk.
There was no other decoration in the room.
After they came in, the old man said in Mandarin with a Huai'an accent:
"Please take a seat. I'll be right there. Xiao Zhao, pour some water for the two young comrades."
The man in the Zhongshan suit poured a glass of water for Zhang Xudong and the other man, then closed the door and left.
After about four or five minutes, the old man put down his pen and stood up.
He apologized to Zhang Xudong and the other man and said:
"I'm sorry, I was writing a document and neglected our two little heroes."
Zhang Xudong and He Jingxian quickly stood up, bowed deeply to the old man, and shouted in unison: "Hello, Grandpa Zhou!"
"Okay, kids, get up, you're all good kids.
Come, sit down and tell me how you drove the enemy plane out."
Zhang Xudong then repeated the lies he and He Jingxian had agreed upon.
In order not to waste too much of the old man's time, Zhang Xudong handed the two Indian documents to him.
The old man took the document and read it carefully. His eyes beneath his thick black eyebrows occasionally gleamed with wisdom.
Zhang Xudong secretly looked at the old man while he was reading the documents.
The 62-year-old man was wearing a half-worn gray Zhongshan suit.
From the cuffs you can see that the cuffs of the sweater inside are also fuzzy and broken.
He has a high forehead and thick black hair with strands of white hair mixed in.
Although his face shows the vicissitudes of time, it cannot hide his handsomeness in his youth.
His body was a little thin, but still as straight as a pine tree, making people dare not look down on him.
"Comrade Xudong, these documents you have obtained are very important!
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