"…After completing the mission, if there's not enough fuel to return to the Fleet, head east to Foot Island and make a forced landing, then wait patiently for rescue. Remember, you are the most valuable treasure of the Empire Navy, and each of you is irreplaceable…"
As he settled into the cockpit, Liu Xiangzhen's admonition still echoed in Zhu Huasheng's ears.
To boost morale, or perhaps feeling it appropriate to say something before the maiden battle of the shipborne Air Force, Liu Xiangzhen had used the Fleet's broadcast to address all the pilots.
The Fleet broadcast used a high-frequency radio with just a few tens of kilometers range, which wouldn't reveal their position.
Zhu Huasheng was surprised, as in his impression, Liu Xiangzhen wasn't the type to talk much.
Everyone described him as: a man of few words but decisive actions.
Of course, the moment he sat in the cockpit, Zhu Huasheng set aside his random thoughts and reclaimed the demeanor expected of a squadron leader.
