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CHAPTER 121:Blood-stained Blue Sky, Live for Us

The sky was dyed red with the blood of twenty-one people. That touch of red was so tragic.

　　Comrades died one by one, and the sky was stained with blood. What a heroic scene of sacrifice it was.

　　The commander at the command desk had tears in his eyes as he watched the Chinese fighter plane explode in the sky. The survivors had determined and sad eyes.

　　Wei Quan saw it with his own eyes. They were his comrades-in-arms! They trained together and defended the country together!

　　The huge explosion caused by the collision of the planes and his comrades disappeared heroically in the huge sparks.

　　A tearing pain attacked Wei Quan's body. He was controlling the fighter plane. There were enemy planes all around him. They stared at him with contempt. The enemy planes were enjoying the excitement of victory and were playing with him.

　　In the end, as if it was a prank, the wing of the fighter plane controlled by Wei Quan was hit by one of the enemy planes. The fighter plane lost control in a second, kept spinning in the air, and deviated from its trajectory.

　　Wei Quan faced the huge airflow, bit his lip, looked ferocious, and fell into the sea with his right hand tightly controlling the fighter's joystick.

　　At this time, heavy rain began to fall, as if even God could not bear to watch it and made a wailing sound.

　　China did not give up on any of its soldiers. Wei Quan was rescued, but his calf was gone and not a single piece of skin on his body was intact.

　　Wei Quan was so angry. Why couldn't the fighter jet fly? Why was he left alone?

　　He would never forget the last words the navigator said to him: "You have to live for us!"

　　Pilots guarding the motherland's airspace, he is the only one left in the entire team.

　　Their bright smiles and agile postures will never be forgotten.

　　Everyone's blood was spilled into the blue sky, his comrades-in-arms all sacrificed their lives, but he had to stand up. To this day, he still wears every Air Force flight suit and training suit he wore twenty years ago.

　　He couldn't let his brother's sacrifice be in vain, so he had to research better fighter jets to guard our motherland's airspace.

　　He hopes that the soldiers of the motherland will fly the best fighter jets and soar in the blue sky of the motherland. He wants to live well for his sacrificed comrades and create better fighter jets.

　　Wei Quan studied day and night with a ruler, a cane and two pens.

　　Wei Quan could hardly speak at this time. After a long time, he finally uttered a trembling voice with difficulty.

　　The other people in the base were unable to recover for a long time. What kind of design drawings could have made Wei Quan look at them for so long?

　　Wei Quan took a deep breath and passed the aircraft design to the next person, who began writing quickly on the paper.

　　Meng Ming's hands were shaking, and a string in his mind suddenly tightened. The first impression the fighter jet in the design gave him was that it was very imposing, as if sitting in such a fighter jet and flying in the blue sky would have a mysterious power to hit enemy planes.

　　Everyone took turns looking at the design drawing, and their hands subconsciously lightened their strength. The paper was so thin, but the content on it was so important.