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The weather is clear and the fields are quiet.

Under the blue sky, on the grass between the Lianyun Airport runway on the banks of the Dasha River, a few big crickets danced their slender tentacles and sang happily on the green grass leaves. After singing for a while, they moved their hind legs and enjoyed the passionate performance of the textile girl near the soil blocks. On the grass leaves, a drop of dewdrops trembled slightly, so the entire bright starry sky reflected on this crystal convex surface began to tremble, reflecting a cute luster. The dewdrops slowly slid down along the concave surface of the grass leaves, getting faster and faster. Finally, they flew down along the tip of the leaves, landing on the crickets below, and fell into countless tiny dewdrops scattered everywhere, and each dewdrop refracted some light from the distance. Of course, the crickets were still immersed in their great artistic creations and were not moved at all.

Suddenly, a rumble of vibration came from afar. The crickets looked at each other in horror, kicked their hind legs and disappeared, leaving only slightly trembling grass leaves bounced up dewdrops.

“Buzz…”

With the roar of the engine, several combat-attack type aircraft landed on the hard runway of the airport. This was a formation that returned after routine training. The pilots jumped off the plane and immediately talked to the captain about the previous simulated attack. Now the air team's training is very tense, and it can be said that training is still the same as training.

After more than ten minutes, as soon as breakfast arrived, the pilots who had started training from the early morning rushed towards the restaurant. They only had an hour of rest in the morning, including eating, so they rushed into the restaurant in a charge.

"Hey, listen, this is only enough for cats to eat, but pilots can't eat just this little bit."

The big Qiao Zhiyong shouted at the cook in front of him with a stainless steel plate in his left hand. There was a long queue behind him, and the entire cafeteria was in chaos.

"Okay, okay, you think you can still eat it. This is already a flying stove. A bowl of porridge, three steamed buns, and so many dishes. Just your appetite, I will give you a cow, but I still shout that I can't eat enough."

Although he said this, the cook still added a spoon of vegetables to him with a spoon, and then shouted loudly:

"Next"

"No, this is too few. We are pilots. The pilots are flying in the sky like God and give me a steamed bun."

Qiao Zhiyong still refused to give up, but he had a smile on his face. Almost every time he made a meal, he would sue the cook. There was no way, he was a big guy of 1.86 meters, and he had no other advantage, he could eat.

"God is so popular. If you don't eat, I will give you the incense."

There was a burst of laughter from behind, and someone started shouting:

"Forget it, Fang Erbing, give him my chicken legs."

"Give him mine too"

"Yes, yes, I'll hold this big guy to death."

"Okay, I can't tell you, I'll give you a steamed bun, but Big Qiao, we have to agree."

Holding a steamed bun in his hand, the second-class cook stared at Qiao Zhiyong seriously.

"When you really go to heaven, you must beat me up hard

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Chapter completed!