Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

"Hello, sir."

A team of patrol soldiers stopped and saluted respectfully to an officer who was rushing towards the tower.

The young man in the black and blue uniform of the Air Force saluted them back, and a rare look of anxiety appeared on his handsome and cold face. Then he continued on his way with his long legs, and his soft and beautiful ice-blue low ponytail raised an itchy arc on his back.

Someone in the team couldn't help but murmur, "Major Ling is tall and handsome, is he really an omega?"

The captain glanced at him and snorted, "Wipe your saliva. Even if Major Ling is not a precious omega but a beta, that is not something you can dream of."

The soldier muttered unconvinced, "I am an alpha after all, how come I can't even think about it..."

The pressure from a high-level alpha weighed down on him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. He immediately admitted his mistake, "I was wrong!"

"20 laps around the playground."

"Yes!"

Ling Size had no time to care about the noise behind him, as he received an urgent command mission. It was not his turn to be on duty today, but his comrade-in-arms on duty had an emergency at home and had to take a leave of absence, so he hurried over from the dormitory.

He walked past the technicians who were busy at their respective posts and stood in front of the command desk, replaced the inexperienced temporary commander, skillfully debugged the instruments, put on headphones and quietly waited for the call.

About a minute later, a steady and clear voice sounded in the headset, "One-three-five (135) calling Xizhi. Repeat, one-three-five (135) calling Xizhi."

Since airplanes fly very fast at high altitudes, some numbers, words, and vocabulary will be simplified or have their pronunciation changed when communicating at high altitudes. This not only improves communication efficiency, but also prevents misunderstandings.

Ling Size's brain froze for a second when he heard this voice, but his excellent military qualities calmed him down, and he immediately replied calmly, "135, this is the West Command. The radar has seen you. The target is hovering at the border of West District 7000, at an altitude of meters. Once you have sighted the target, you can expel it freely. Over."

{Received, altitude 7000, free expulsion after visual inspection. Over.} The other side repeated it and then fell silent.

Ten minutes later, the voice sounded again, {The target has been sighted.}

Then, a standard and pleasant-sounding universal language sounded on the public channel, and the tone was very tough, {Guaiguaiba (778), this is Longfu Air Force, you have invaded our airspace, please leave immediately. Repeat, Guaiguaiba (778), this is Longfu Air Force, you have invaded our airspace, please leave immediately.}

Ling Size knew that the pilot who was carrying out the expulsion mission was an extremely excellent and powerful pilot, but his palms were still sweating. Because this person was not a pilot affiliated with this area, he was not familiar with the battlefield environment here, and was even less familiar with the enemy's strength. If there was any friction, he was worried that this person would be injured.

The deputy commander standing next to Ling Size saw that he looked unwell and sweat was oozing from his forehead, so he asked in a worried voice, "Commander Ling, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ling Size shook his head and was about to answer when he was interrupted by a voice coming from the headphones.

{The target has not evacuated, and is being expelled.}

After Xu Yan reported this, a flamboyant and excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he rushed forward like a dragon in the new machine he had just mastered.

Even five years ago, he dared to fight two enemy planes at the same time when he was driving a fighter plane that was a whole generation lower than the enemy. Now he was driving the latest model of Longfu. What was there to be afraid of? If he didn't teach the other party a lesson, he would write his name upside down.

And from Ling Size's radar, this action looked like Xu Yan rushing towards the enemy, like a wild horse that could not be stopped.

But the instructions from above were to allow Yao San Wu (135) to be expelled freely, so he had no way of ordering them to stop and could only watch anxiously.

The enemy was also startled and quickly took evasive action, narrowly avoiding the silver-blue fighter plane with the number 135 painted on the tail that they had never seen before. They were instantly frightened and broke into a cold sweat, and their breathing became heavy.

After he calmed down, he cursed in his native language, turned the plane around and planned to teach this madman who was driving dangerously how to fly a fighter plane correctly.

As a result, just as he saw the silver-blue color, the next second, the silver-blue color suddenly expanded in front of his eyes. His pupils shrank, and he immediately dived down to reduce his altitude, increasing his speed by the way. He started to swear like crazy, {XX, I want to come back! XXXX There is a madman here who has always wanted to crash into my plane and die together! XXX! }

The enemy commander was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to remember something and shouted, "I agree to return! I agree to return! That's Crazy Dragon! I repeat, I agree to return! That's Crazy Dragon! That's Crazy Dragon!"

However, it was too late. All I could hear was a series of noises as if the aircraft's instruments were broken, and then I heard their pilot yelling in frustration, "I was shot down sweetly! I parachuted!"

Then there was no more sound.

Xu Yan looked at the fighter plane that was falling with black smoke and the parachute that opened in the air, and he uttered a dull sound. He slowed down his speed and entered the cruise mode. {135 () calling the West Command, the target has been successfully expelled, over.}

The deputy commander looked at the radar with only one signal left and twitched his lips. You call shooting down something "expelling"?

{What is the status and fuel level of the 135 fighter? Over.} Ling Size heaved a sigh of relief, and his cold and serious voice softened.

{The fighter is in good condition, but the fuel is low. Please return to the battlefield. Over.}

{One Three Five (135), agrees to return. Over.}

The deputy commander felt like he was dreaming at the moment. First, he met a pilot who called shooting down an enemy pilot an expulsion. Then, his own commander actually spoke in such a gentle tone, even while giving orders... He must be dreaming.

Then something even more magical happened. Their commander, who was known for his coldness and majesty, actually smiled! Oh my god! ... His smile was so beautiful! If it was Major Ling, he really could! He was willing to have an affair!

However, Ling Size didn't even bother to look at him. He just said, "You're on duty next," and walked out quickly.

After five years, he finally found the person. The stunning glimpse of her at the sunset that day left a mark in his mind, which he had repeatedly described. He had already beautified her into his own god. God knows how he survived these five years!

Who says that the beautiful and cold high mountain flowers can only wait for others to pick them? It will also turn into a hunter in the wind and snow, quietly waiting for the desired prey to appear, and then bind it tightly with vines, leaving him nowhere to escape.