The familiar sea breeze blew in. Liu Jun took a deep breath; it was far more pleasant than the air inside an oxygen mask. He glanced back at the J-15 behind him, concern in his eyes.
This Flying Shark had been with him for a long time, and had gone through life-and-death battles with him. It was so badly damaged that it would not be able to fly again anytime soon. An aircraft bound to the ground by gravity was like a bird with its wings clipped. His heart ached for his close comrade.
Get well soon. See you later. Liu Jun murmured silently before walking toward the Island.
As soon as he entered the Island, he saw an officer waiting for him. The moment the officer saw him, he saluted, then asked, "Comrade Liu Jun, do you need to rest?"
"No."
"Understood. Two comrades are waiting for you."
"Thank you for the trouble."
As Great East's first domestically produced aircraft carrier, the Shandong's internal layout differed greatly from that of the Liaoning. Led by the officer, Liu Jun arrived at a cabin. When the door opened, he saw a lieutenant colonel and a major waiting inside—two familiar faces.
The moment they saw Liu Jun, the two sprang to their feet and saluted. Lieutenant Colonel Wang said warmly, "We meet again, Comrade Liu Jun."
"What is this about?"
As Liu Jun spoke, the cabin door slammed shut from the outside.
"Comrade Liu Jun, your battlefield is the sky, while ours is the field of technical reconnaissance—gathering battlefield intelligence."
The two sides could be considered half-acquainted, which was why they had been assigned to receive Liu Jun. First, familiarity would prevent any sense of distance between them. Second, their authority in technical reconnaissance was high enough that some matters not yet