So they had to fly to Dubai for a layover, refuel and rest for a night, before flying the final 5,000 kilometers.
Fighter jets are faster, but Xia Yu is taking people and cargo with her this time, so transport planes are more convenient.
After maneuvering the C-160 to level flight and controlling the speed to 270 knots, he removed the assisted pilot module from the keychain and plugged it directly into the co-pilot's headphone jack.
Technology changes lives, making life easy and effortless. Liv in the cargo hold thought Xia Yu was having a hard time!
She was currently deciding what the two of them should eat for lunch. The stingy Chinese didn't even leave a spare headset on the plane, and Xia Yu was still using his own Bossa 20, but they really didn't skimp on food and drinks.
Not to mention the emergency rations for pilots in metal boxes, the Air Force provided a large box of aviation rations in plastic-sealed cardboard boxes.
Xia Yu previously only knew that the individual rations of the Koreans were quite good, but she had no idea that they also had versions for special forces, firefighters, airmen, and naval personnel.
Thinking about it carefully, we do need to make a clearer distinction. Airplanes and submarines cannot use open flames, so their 24-hour rations are heated in electric ovens or water baths.
Perhaps due to their focus on tactical deployment and short-range flights, neither the C-160 nor the C-130 seems to have an onboard galley.
Without a toilet, he could still open the tailgate and hoist it up to relieve himself, but without a kitchen, that would be a disaster. So this time when he returned to China, he planned to solve the problems of the kitchen and toilet at the same time.
Before that, let's use the tank's onboard heater for now. Its 4.5-liter capacity can heat canned food and bagged rations in a water bath.
After heating up lunch, Liv ate first, then prepared Xia Yu's portion and brought it directly to the cockpit.
"ah"
With his hands pretending to grip the control stick, Captain Huangyou opened his mouth to enjoy being fed by his girlfriend.
There's no other way; there's only one pilot on the plane, and if he can't free his hands to eat, someone has to help him!
If you get some broth from the pineapple pork rice on your face, you have to wipe it off. After finishing your meal, you can have a cup of coffee. Even a road trip can be very pleasant.
Everyone says that women affect how fast you can make money, but at this moment Xia Yu still feels that he got out of being single too late, and he should have been enjoying this a long time ago.
Of course, the differences between people are greater than those between people and animals, and encountering an unreasonable person can be truly torturous.
After flying for about 10 hours and covering nearly 5,000 kilometers, the C-160 finally arrived in Dubai at sunset.
Upon learning that Xia Yu had arrived in Dubai, Ha Mandan, who had just returned on a yacht, immediately dispatched a helicopter to pick up the two of them and bring them aboard.
If Xia Yu were merely the curator of a World War II tank museum, his personal relationship with Ha Mandan wouldn't have reached this level, but don't forget his identity as the owner of PMC company.
As the Crown Prince of Dubai, Khalifa Al-Haman's daily life is not just about eating, drinking, having fun, and enjoying wealth and luxury. Politics and military affairs are topics he cannot avoid. After all, the royal families in the Middle East have real power. They really have to manage the country, not just act as mascots.
And someone like Al-Lian not only supports the opposition in Syria, but also personally intervenes in their fight. How should I put it, his fighting power is stronger than that of Shat next door.
So Xiao Ha wanted to take advantage of Xia Yu's stopover in Dubai to talk to him about military topics.
"Splash splash"
A Dubai royal AgustaW189 helicopter landed on the helipad on the top deck of the yacht, and Xia Yu led Liv off the plane.
The luxurious decorations and expensive furniture gave him a very different feeling from the St. Paul cruise ship.
It seems that aircraft carriers are indeed more suitable for him. However, another prince of Abu Dhabi, who shares the same name as Haman Dan, has a private yacht that was converted from a Dutch naval frigate.
That should be alright, but the rich guy replaced a lot of the steel structure with composite materials, so it might not be very resistant to being hit by naval guns and anti-ship missiles.
"Mr. Ben, it's been a long time."
In the lower salon of the yacht, Xia Yu met Ha Mandan, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, and still addressed her by her old alias.
"Mr. Curator, the last time I saw you you were single. I never imagined you would be in love now."
Ha Mandan said with a smile.
As the crown prince, he had no say in who his first wife, the queen, would be, so even though he was over 30, he hadn't gotten married yet.
"Haha, this is how fate works. I envy your wealth, but you envy my freedom. We could exchange our lives, but neither of us would be willing."
"You're right, I wish us all a good life."
The two didn't exchange many pleasantries. Ha Mandan then signaled to the kitchen that dinner could be served. After dinner, he had a servant lead Liv to the guest room to rest, while he and Xia Yu went to the reception room and each lit a cigar.
They talked about the battlefield while puffing on their cigarettes, until they got to the topic of Sultanah.
This war, triggered by a host of factors including religious conflicts, great power rivalry, terrorism, and internal conflicts, is clearly not going to end anytime soon.
Because of his religious stance, Alianqiu naturally supports the anti-government armed forces in Syria, and Xia Yu can only express his respect for this. At least for this deployment, they will selectively only take on jobs that target extremist organizations.
This is unavoidable; the Middle East issue is far too complex. Mercenaries may not care about the consequences, but private military contractors have to consider things carefully.
An hour and a half had passed by the time the cigar was finished.
Considering Xia Yu's long journey and Ha Mandan's great experience, the two ended their conversation and agreed to talk again on the day the Old King's Tank Museum opened. They then went back to their rooms to rest.
Nothing happened that night. The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the servants prepared breakfast and served Xia Yu and Liv their meal. Since Xiao Ha was still asleep, they used a high-speed rescue boat to take the two of them ashore.
Finally, they returned to the airport in a Rolls-Royce with the air conditioning turned on early.
A Rolls-Royce with four wheels can only run on the ground, but a Rolls-Royce with a low-pressure rotor, a six-stage axial-flow low-pressure compressor, and a propeller can take you on intercontinental flights.
After confirming that the fuel tank was full and conducting a round-the-clock inspection of the aircraft, Xia Yu boarded the plane and called the control tower to join the queue.
"Buzz"
Pushing the throttle levers to the left and right to the bottom, lowering the flaps by 20 degrees, the C-160 took off after taxiing less than 700 meters on the runway, beginning its final journey home.
They didn't have their usual rations for lunch today; the yacht's kitchen prepared boxed meals for them, so they were really going to have to take the leftovers home.
In the afternoon, time seemed to fly by. By evening, after leaving Pakistani airspace and receiving entry permission, Xia Yu finally returned to his homeland, which he had been away from for many years.
"Buzz"
The C-160 landed smoothly on the runway of a factory in Hanzhong under the cover of night.
After getting off the plane, Xia Yu first introduced himself to the factory leaders, and then added the engineer in charge of his project on WeChat.
Others won't stay here long, but we still need to keep in touch and communicate about many modification details.
The onboard galley and toilet are just appetizers; the real main course is the upgraded avionics.
This includes, but is not limited to, replacing the autopilots from the last century with new digital dual-channel products, upgrading the military and civilian dual-use ARN C429 data bus, and removing all the mechanical instruments that need to be removed and replacing them with an integrated display system, which is 6 large and 1 small "large color TVs".
Furthermore, a slot was cut under the nose of the aircraft to install an integrated electro-optical pod, so that all detected ground targets can be viewed on a multi-function display, giving the C-160 the ability to fly low at all times, day and night.
This is what digitalization is.
The old magnesium project to upgrade the C-130H aims to upgrade the vintage cockpit to the level of the digital cockpit of the C-130J Super Hercules.
But what is the cost of the new integrated terrain perception and early warning system, flight management system, global positioning system, and autopilot? It's $7 million.
When it comes to Jihuo Defense, the cost of upgrading their C-160 to the Y-9 level is about the same; it just requires changing units.
For just over a million dollars, that's an incredible deal! But only Xia Yu could get such a price. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't even take the job, let alone ask for the price.
After inspecting the C-160's cockpit in person and calculating the workload in his mind, the engineer in charge of the modification project guaranteed that it would be completed within a month. At that time, a pilot would fly it directly to Xia Yu's hometown city, so he wouldn't have to make another trip.
That's thoughtful, but as they said, with the cockpit upgraded, there's no need to hire French or German pilots according to the original C-160 standards.
Retired pilots who have been converted to Y-9 aircraft would be a good fit; they wouldn't need to switch to civil aviation and then learn commercial aviation, they could just come and work at Jihuo Defense.
As a technical employee, it would be best to learn French as well.
"Alright, I'll leave the plane to you all now. We'll head back now."
Xia Yu raised his hand to check the time and said.
It's already 9 o'clock, and they still need to rush to Chang'an to catch a flight back to Piling tomorrow morning.
Of course, there is another train in the early morning, but looking at how droopy Liv's eyelids are, another 24 hours on the train, even a sleeper berth would be tough.
Let's rest for the night and take a flight tomorrow!
I declined the leaders' invitation to stay overnight and instead took the car they arranged, arriving at the hotel near Chang'an Airport before midnight.
They stayed overnight, and the next morning the two boarded a plane back to their hometown.
More than a thousand kilometers away, Lao Xia, who had just finished breakfast, was in high spirits, holding a cup of hot tea and watching his wife kill fish.
It was just a mandarin fish, but he caught two, one big and one small, and also caught a big snakehead fish. It was worth all the time he spent shoveling bait for several days.
"Look at the time! Why don't you hurry up and go to the airport to pick someone up? It's really hard to sit there and feel at ease."
"I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."
Old Xia put down his teacup and went downstairs to prepare for the airport.
Their home is more than 30 kilometers from the airport. It takes an hour to get there and an hour to come back, just in time for lunch.
Old Xia opened the door of a Citroën C4 parked downstairs and got into the driver's seat.
Not counting the money spent on building the house, my son has brought back about 1 million yuan in the past two years. He was thinking of getting a new car, but after driving excavators for half his life, any car is just a means of transportation.
The new houses in the village are finished, so we can get an electric car. The Japanese designer installed photovoltaic panels on the sunny side of the roof, so as long as the weather is good, we won't run out of electricity, unlike the oil price which is rising every day.
Ordinary people do care about oil prices, but if they think oil prices are too high, they can talk to Xia Yu about it!
The gasoline consumption wasn't high, but there were still about a hundred tons in the storage silo. I wonder how many times that would be enough to wear this old C4 down to the last few times.
Old Xia, who had just arrived at the airport, had no idea that a surprise awaited him ahead. He simply told Xia Yu his location on WeChat.
"Click"
The trunk of the car was opened; the force was unmistakably that of the kid.
"Bang"
The sound of the door closing confirms it even more.
"Dad, quick, this is my dad, call him Dad right now!"
"dad"
The first "Dad" sounds natural, but the tone of the second "Dad" is off!
Old Xia quickly turned around. The rascal was still the same rascal, neither taller nor thinner, but next to him was such a beautiful foreign girl!
Father and son probably share similar tastes due to genetics. Xia Yu liked it at first sight, and Old Xia's first impression was also not bad. But when he suddenly called him "Dad," his heart, which had been running for almost 60 years, couldn't take it.
So this guy found a foreign wife.
"This girl is Korean."
Seeing Liv smiling at him, Old Xia smiled awkwardly and quickly asked his son.
"He's German. Let's go home first and talk about it there."
Xia Yu gestured to Lao Xia to drive quickly.
"Does she speak French? Bonjour! Bonneannée! (Hello! Happy New Year!)"
He was a man who had been to Afica three times in ten years. Although he couldn't write a single word, he could still manage a few sentences in everyday conversation.
Happy New Year to you, Dad!
Liv had also learned a little Chinese and immediately replied.
"Well, you should call me uncle first, this is too fast."
Old Xia has forgotten how he used to urge Xia Yu to get married; now he complains that Xia Yu is moving too fast.
"It's not fast at all. We've been together for a long time. I was just planning to give you and Mom a surprise!"
Xia Yu explained to Lao Xia.
This wasn't a surprise; it was a shock.
Let them take their time and get to know each other first; he doesn't even know the other person's name.
"My name is Liv Fisher, I'm a doctor, and I have an older brother and a mother, but no father!"
Liv introduced herself in Chinese.
It's clear she had prepared. If she had rehearsed with Xia Yu beforehand, she would have said it differently, instead of in a way that's both sad and funny.
However, Xia Yu looked up the surname Fischer and it seems to mean fisherman, so logically Hans should have joined the navy!
Liv's words eased Old Xia's tension and unease. Yes, as long as their son likes it, they should try to accept it. After all, it is his life, and he should decide who he will spend his life with.
As for doctors, foreign doctors are probably not as busy as domestic doctors.
No, Clive forgot to mention that this doctor also needs the prefix "battlefield," and he has four lives on his hands.
This was quite a shock to the Chinese people, but their son, in just two years, ended the lives of thousands.
It must be said that pistols and rifles are far less efficient at taking lives than war vehicles. The assassins in the concentrated fire defense are all technical employees, which is an order of magnitude greater than combat employees.
Why is it getting later and later? This procrastination...
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