As a warrior who killed the enemy in blood on the front line, Zhao Yanyan was obviously qualified to have a good rest, but many people are now beaten to death and can't fall asleep.

Several senior executives of the Air Force have all learned about the preliminary indicators of Guo Tailai's monster aircraft. Mach 6.3, 45,000 meters, stealth, multiple attack methods, multiple reconnaissance methods, can be refueled in the air, with a maximum range of 7,000 kilometers. Domestic air defense radar cannot be discovered, and the Americans have not discovered it. It is a big killing weapon!

The collective emotional expression of senior management is so excited that they can't sleep. With this thing, they can really have a good sleep in the future. Of course, this is not inconsistent with the inability to sleep now, and it is so strange in psychology.

"Beautiful!" I didn't see the plane, I only saw photos of the plane, but everyone talked about it beautifully.

It's so beautiful. Although it looks a bit strange, it doesn't prevent everyone from liking it from the bottom of their hearts. It's a high-tech product, and it's a high-tech that is as high as several floors. The key is that it's own, and it's definitely a good thing!

Although there was no performance test, it had been through a practical battle and discovered the American stealth drone, but the other party knew nothing and was shot down. According to convention, a star can be drawn on this plane. Whether it is attacking personnel, attacking ground targets and air targets, there are practical cases, which shows that the technology is mature enough.

What does this mean? This means that technology is more advanced than the American F22 in our hands. This is the confidence, and it is the confidence to have an absolute advantage in conventional weapons in addition to nuclear weapons. When necessary, it can make us not have to swallow our anger in many things.

Things are good things, but the technology holder is not a fuel-efficient lamp. How should we deal with this matter? Everyone is really troubled.

The senior sister slept for twelve hours, and immediately reported to her superiors in detail after getting up. After the report, she immediately received a reply from her superiors for her previous application to become a technical officer, and agreed. After the approval, she was ordered to arrive in the capital with Guo Tailai.

This is probably going to settle the score in Beijing. Guo Tailai was mentally prepared and boarded the plane back to Beijing with his senior sister.

"Are you worried about the punishment?" Guo Tailai's mood has been not very good since yesterday, and it has not yet eased. The senior sister is very concerned.

"As long as you are safe and sound, I will admit any punishment." Guo Tailai leaned his head against his senior sister's shoulder, closed his eyes, and said slowly: "I just feel sorry for those sacrificed soldiers."

This time, Guo Tailai personally collected the bodies of the soldiers, which was a completely different concept from seeing a tombstone in the Martyrs' Cemetery. The tragic scene had a great impact on Guo Tailai, especially a few of them were friends from the base that he was very familiar with, which made Guo Tailai still unable to let go.

Although his senior sister also explained that even if he took out the monster plane to the country, he would not use it in such a transnational small operation, Guo Tailai always felt that he could stop all this and felt very guilty in his heart.

The martyrs' blood and incomplete limbs all shocked Guo Tailai. Even though he had already killed people, he could deal with hundreds of terrorists without any mercy, but he still could not face these things calmly.

"I have faced the sacrifice of comrades-in-arms more than once." The senior sister was still trying to comfort Guo Tailai: "Sometimes I would feel the same guilt. If I could have killed the enemy with one click, maybe comrades-in-arms would not have died. Sometimes I really hate that we are powerless."

"But, fat man, believe me, this is not the reason why you have been apologizing for yourself." The senior sister has really faced the sacrifice of her comrades several times. When she said this, the expression on her face was extremely firm: "What we can do is to take over the steel guns of the comrades who sacrificed their comrades, inherit their will, defend their country, and never regret it."

"Don't you regret it if you die?" Guo Tailai chewed these words, and the expression on his face seemed to relax.

When he returned to the capital, Guo Tailai was ordered to stay at home and not go out. This was already giving Guo Tailai great tolerance and special treatment. Otherwise, even if he was not detained, he would have to stay honestly in the military region.

The good news is that the senior sister is also with him. Anyway, the superiors know that Guo Tailai really wants to leave, and he probably can't lock him up in any room. Instead, he is not as capable as Zhao Yanyan as he can restrain him alone.

"The fat man needs psychological intervention!" The senior sister reported to the top very seriously. The fat man was a little stubborn. The sacrifice of his close companion caused him to be more impacted than killing hundreds of enemies.

However, it was not Sun Yuzhen, a psychologist in the military region that was familiar to Guo Tailai, who was not Sun Yuzhen, but Mr. Zhao. In the old man's words, the fat man had no psychological burden when he killed the enemy, but he was very guilty of his own sacrifice. Isn't this a typical ideological situation of the recruits who just came down from the battlefield? In this case, what psychologist can compare to a qualified political commissar? The old man has definitely a way to deal with this situation.

"Fatty, I'll ask you a few questions, you just need to answer honestly." As soon as Mr. Zhao came, he sat on the sofa, asked Guo Tailai to stand opposite him, and directly ordered: "Well, I'll answer after I've thought about it!"

Can Guo Tailai not cooperate? He is surrounded by his senior sister and Zhao Xiangbei is surrounded by his old man. Why don’t he nod his head obediently?

"Did you provoke the war?"

"……no!"

"With you here, will those terrorists not attack us?"

"……Won't!"

"Can your plane accurately find terrorists in a crowded city and kill and not hurt innocent people?"

"……cannot!"

"Can your plane solve all the international problems our country faces?"

"……cannot!"

"This time your plane supports the front line attack, do you think we can solve the problem of throwing a east wind over?"

"……able!"

"Don't we have east wind?"

"……have!"

"Then you're confused!"

"..." The fat man was speechless. What am I worried about?

"Did those soldiers who died sacrificed directly for your reasons?"

"……no!"

"As far as you know, are there any wars that have crossed zero casualties in history?"

"……No!"

"Did the US military armed with powerful high-tech have crossed a war of zero casualties?"

"……No!"

"With the high-tech weapons you brought out, will the soldiers of our troops not be sacrificed again in the future?"

“…that’s impossible!”

"Do you think that the security of our country is all about you? Without you, we will be destroyed?"

"……no!"

"I'm pretty self-aware." Mr. Zhao asked a series of questions, and then nodded with satisfaction: "The new recruits, you have to kick the political commissar a few times."

Guo Tailai was sweating profusely by a series of questions. He answered each question seriously after considering it. It seemed that the guilt in his heart seemed to be much less after answering it. The senior sister hurriedly handed the fat man a glass of water and asked him to take a few sips to slowly.

"Fatty, you have this kind of heart, that's good." Mr. Zhao waited for Guo Tailai to slow down, and then continued to say slowly: "But sometimes, sacrifice is inevitable. You should know how many people Yan Yan and his troops sacrificed their mission in their mission?"

Guo Tailai nodded. There are more than 200 martyrs' tombs in the martyrs' cemetery in the northwest base.

"Fourth brother, when you were in the army, how many soldiers had you ever seen in the army?" Mr. Zhao turned to his son Zhao Xiangbei and asked.

"Thirty or four hundred!" Zhao Xiangbei lowered his head and thought for a while, and answered a number.

Guo Tailai was very surprised that Zhao Xiangbei actually had such an experience?

"Fatty, do you know how many soldiers died under my command?" After asking his son, Mr. Zhao turned the topic to himself.

Mr. Zhao was an older generation revolutionary. He participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, the War of Liberation, and the War of Resistance and Aid Korea. How many sacrifices did he experience? Guo Tailai could not imagine.

"There are no less than a few thousand people in total." Before Guo Tai could speak, the old man had already answered the question on his own initiative: "If the injury is included, there will be more than 100,000 people. Do you know? There have been several times, which are mortal tasks. I have to send someone to take down a certain fire point or a certain commanding height. I have to open a breakthrough. I have ordered that our soldiers have to charge against the enemy's machine guns, and human flesh is against bullets, but none of them have retreated."

"How many soldiers are rushing to do this task of dying. Do you know why? It is for the national liberation of our country and for our descendants to live upright as today, and not be bullied by those great powers!"

"What is the fourth brother's comrade-in-arms sacrificed for? Why is Yan Yan's comrade-in-arms sacrificed for? They are all the same purpose and the same spirit."

"Sometimes you think that my old man is harsh and must send all my descendants to the army. That's because I have seen countless people send their descendants to the army and never return. That's because I personally ordered thousands of people to fight and sacrifice. Others' descendants can contribute to the country. Why should my descendants enjoy privileges? They should also contribute to the country!"

"Our country is maintained by our ancestors from generation to generation with their lives. It is you, me, the fourth brother, Yan Yan, and millions of workers from all walks of life, supported by every patriotic people, soldiers kill enemies on the battlefield, the masses build the motherland, each perform their own duties, and everyone does their own jobs. The sacrifices made in this are far from a few people or generations. You can be sad or guilty, but you can't live in this emotion all the time. What should you do next? Do you understand now?"

"I figured it out, grandpa!" Guo Tailai's mind echoed with Mr. Zhao's words, reverberated with records in Chinese history books, echoed with the sacrifices of Yan and Huang's descendants, and completely cheered up: "I accept any punishment, and then I will do my best to work hard to repay the country."

"Yes!" Mr. Zhao nodded and praised: "I'm still a little responsible."

"But." Guo Tai looked at Mr. Zhao, and a thought suddenly surged in his heart. As soon as this thought happened, it occupied Guo Tailai's entire mind very violently and couldn't get rid of it. Guo Tailai took a deep breath and said directly to Mr. Zhao: "Grandpa, before this, I want to do something, okay?"

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zhao asked curiously, Zhao Xiangbei and Zhao Yanyan next to him were also curious.
Chapter completed!