Flying over the dead

Take off from the dead ground

Dealing with the air defense system that the Soviet Union may deploy in the 1990s, on November 22, 1988, my older brother was born. After five years of full five years, on December 17, 1993, I also came to this world. Our father, Northrop, I was named "The Missouri Ghost".

I went to Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri immediately after I arrived. Where did I first meet other planes outside of me, including one of my best friends, the F-18. We often fly together for training, and we can talk about it. After that, several of my brothers have also arrived. I thought this happy time will continue, but who knows.

In 1999, on March 24, I received the first actual mission - bombing the Yugoslav Federation. Only me and one younger brother participated in this mission among all the brothers, but I am very happy that the F-18 will also participate in the bombing formation to escort me, in addition to some other aircraft.

On the morning of the 24th, the crew filled us with ammunition and fuel. It was the most satisfying meal I had. The stomach was full of things, and they had done a whole body maintenance for me a few days ago. It was very comfortable. Just as everything was ready, the cabin door slowly opened and we slowly moved to the runway. The first practical mission, my heart was excited, I took a deep breath, started the engine, the fuselage began to move and faster and faster. The nose gear has been off the ground, and the entire body is also completely off the ground. There are also planes taking off behind. When I crossed the clouds and the sun bathed the whole body, it felt like my first flight. This moment made me understand that our race is breaking through gravity. When the F-18 around me noticed my smile, he asked, "How are you so happy?"

"What are you, excited?" I answered inadvertently. The entire formation flew like this. When flying over the Atlantic Ocean, we lowered the height and vaguely saw a few blurred figures in front. The electronic devices inside the body told me that it was a friendly army. It was only recently that I found out that it was a few tankers. After they added fuel to us, they left. I talked with them for a while, I feel that they are good, very kind, but they have noticed a trace of pity from their eyes and words, I don’t know why. Strange, I continue to fly like this. About 14 hours before and after, I saw a sinuous continent in front. We received instructions to prepare for the battle. The entire formation was changed to a combat formation. After another half an hour, we were close to the destination, but we did not find any enemy aircraft or ground-based anti-aircraft fire, and all the way was abnormal. Slowly, we relaxed our alert and thought that our stealth performance had fooled the enemy's radar. At this moment, many small dots flashing around the radar made us horrified! At this time, a trap, in order to lie to us in the depths and then smashed. The F-18 around me quickly changed to a defensive formation to prepare for the battle, and I was surrounded by a brother and I was in the middle. They shot the "Rattlesnake" on their body. Similarly, the enemy's empty missiles also rushed in, and they came from all directions. We are at a disadvantage in the full number of people, but the huge difference in equipment seems to be able to make up for this deficiency, and the subsequent battles have proved this. Relying on these MiG-21s that came back from Soviet Russia is not our opponent. The missiles they mount are also ruined. They can't match the rattlesnake at all, and even the qualifications of opponents are not. The escort fleet quickly carried out close combat in the air, and I went up to the sky to move on, leaving only three F-18s. My brother took two escorts to another bombing location.

When we arrived at our destination, we were forced to drop the height, and the incoming anti-aircraft fire instantly destroyed an F-18. The remaining two throwing ground-to-ground missiles to the ground are only a drop in the bucket. I opened the bombing bay, looked down at the ground and saw the target area. I immediately opened the pylon and dropped all 80 Mk28 and cluster bombs. In a short while, the huge roar rang through the clouds, and there was only burning raging fire and rising smoke. At that moment, my pride is filled with the whole heart. I think that I am the master of the entire battlefield. I am strong and invincible. Looking at the broken scene on the ground, a sense of pride and superiority came to life. And just as I was immersed in joy, there were three planes in the clouds not far away. I thought it was a supportive army. I saw only three MiGs 25 and three were rushing to me. The missile that came. The destruction of the base has completely maddened them. They want revenge and revenge at all costs. The object of revenge is me who destroys everything here. Looking around, there is only the F-18. He said to me: "Up to the sky, I will cover you, go!" I refused everything. After launching a rattlesnake, I immediately climbed at a high speed. We escaped the oncoming missile, and the F-18 quickly aimed to launch a rattlesnake, his last missile. A few seconds later, a group of fire appeared. He immediately accelerated to the remaining two, and opened the machine gun for close combat in the air, and soon destroyed one. The last one flew behind us and saw that both of us were facing away from him. The F-18 was unable to turn around at this time. His turning radius was very large and it was useless here. At this point, the two missiles flew to us one after the other, accurately speaking me. He said: "You are going, I am coming."

"can."

"Come on, no more time!"

"I, I know, be careful."

"Goodbye, friend." As soon as he finished, he immediately flew down to me.

I looked at his last glance, twisted his head and immediately accelerated, doing all my strength to speed up the flight. After just five seconds, a bang rang into the ear. He actually blocked the missile with his body, and at this time I did not care so much, just flying forward, targeting the NATO air base. There are still friends who are constantly resisting and helping me block the chaser. A group of flames fell from the sky, and it was dazzling. About twenty minutes later, I arrived at the frontier base. Here, I saw my brother and several F-15s and the Mirage-2000. I accepted their repairs. In the maintenance room, I was silent. I thought that I was the hegemon of the entire sky, the unbeatable powerhouse, but now. I reflect on myself, the enemy is almost completely annihilated, the help of teammates makes the occupation reverse, the raids are resisted, and the best friends sacrifice for themselves. The painful I want to cry without tears, and the bombing area emerges in my mind. There, there is a large chunk of civilian areas, and why the superiors still have to bomb. The cry of the lost loved ones, the broken flesh lying in the blood everywhere. A terrible sight. Why, why is this? My first mission is to kill. That superiority and pride are gone at this moment. I really don't understand that as a person who broke through the gravity, it was actually a cruel killing machine. Human beings make us just for their own benefit? But regardless of the feelings of my compatriots? I, have I considered my compatriots? Those MiG 25 died because of us. We, here, are the existence of invaders and massacres. The name of this dirty shame is actually added to my head and is added by humans. The first time I went to the battlefield, I realized the pain of the battlefield. I finally understood why the tankers were like them. They experienced more wars than I did. They experienced more pain than I did. Why do human beings want this, is it not good for everyone to live together in peace? Why do you have to kill each other like this? The war will consume a lot of resources, and it will be interesting to go through the war to obtain more resources and then conduct the war again through resources. I don't understand human thoughts, and I don't want to understand them. Is this the meaning of what I was created? If this is the case, then I would rather never come to this world. The ugliness of humanity made me disappointed with them.

After the mission, after the renovation, I took off and returned to China. On the way, I deliberately flew to the bombing area, the dead land, went to visit my comrades, and died in the wounded soul. May they forgive me and forgive me for my ignorance and innocence. Even if I can't be forgiven.

I, the participants of this war, the invaders, the murderers, the winners, the survivors are full of so-called honors back to my country. This is me, the world's largest stealth strategic bomber to date - known as the "ghost" B-2a. On the battlefield, all the areas that take off from me to the middle of the landing will become a deserted and dead place, because I am an unstoppable god of death.

Henan Jiaozuo Wanfang School, the second day: Ye Yangyue