The Wumu Forest Military Airport.
After a flight of more than five hours, Lin Yuan finally landed his plane at Wumu Forest Airport, where he needed to refuel and change aircraft.
The staff at Wumu Forest Airport had already been notified, and as soon as Lin Yuan's plane arrived, they came to inspect and refuel it.
Not far away, other staff members were busy de-icing the runway.
Heavy snow was falling over Wumu Forest.
"Lin Yuan, here! Come over and have something to eat and rest!" It was Xie Nan's annoying voice.
Lin Yuan hadn't expected anyone to pick him up, and it was Xie Nan.
After a few smiles, Lin Yuan walked over. After all, Xie Nan was a high-ranking official in Wumu Forest, and it wouldn't be good to refuse.
"Why are you picking me up?"
"Do you think I wanted to come?" Xie Nan threw a can of food to Lin Yuan, gesturing for him to open it himself, and then said, "The Wumu Forest Command Center asked me to come over and inspect your plane."
"You can fix planes?" Lin Yuan looked incredulous. Wasn't this guy the director of the Academy of Sciences...
Oh, right, he was the director.
Thinking of this, Lin Yuan stopped dwelling on it. Compared to real geniuses, even he now was still a bit different.
After they finished eating, they waited for Lin Yuan to change. Then they went to look at the plane.
"Overall, there are no problems. Did you notice anything unusual during your flight?"
"No."
"Then there are no issues. You can depart now."
The anti-freeze fuel had been replenished, the inspection found no problems, and anti-icing fluid had been applied to the key parts of the aircraft. It was ready for takeoff at any time.
As Lin Yuan boarded the plane, Xie Nan suddenly asked, "By the way, have you learned how to check and operate the ejection seat in case of emergencies?"
"Yes, I have. Don't worry."
Emergencies, of course, meant situations where the ejection seat failed to activate.
"That's good. When you're out there alone, you need to be extra careful. You can't even fully trust those Russians. Go on."
Xie Nan's advice sounded increasingly like his dad's. This old guy was taking advantage of him!
Xie Nan wasn't that much older than him.
"Don't worry, I know. I'm leaving."
Lin Yuan said, then started the plane. The sky had already brightened. He was now heading for a military airport in the Far East region of Russia. The Chinese Anti-Biological Warfare Command Center had already informed them.
They would grant Lin Yuan's plane clearance, rather than welcoming him with a few anti-aircraft shells.
After smoothly passing through the no-fly zone of the Yak Bull Country, the plane entered the even colder Far East region of Siberia.
The signal receiver on the plane had already received signals from the Far East Military Airport.
"Wumu Forest Military Airport. Lin Yuan has arrived."
"Roger."
"Wumu Forest Airport will now provide heading guidance to Siberia Far East Airport!"
"Roger."
While working as a porter in the factory, Lin Yuan had learned some Russian in his spare time. He hadn't just learned Russian, but also French and German.
His memory was good, so learning more was a way to pass the time.
Therefore, Lin Yuan had no communication problems with the Russians guiding him. Under their precise guidance, Lin Yuan successfully landed at the airport.
He was greeted not with anti-aircraft guns, but with vodka.
(The following dialogue is automatically considered Russian dialogue.)
"Tovarisch, you should try our Mother Russia's specialties, vodka and pickles! Oh, and sausage!"
As soon as he got off the plane, Lin Yuan was pulled aside by two Russians to chat.
As for his plane, a staff member put a cover on it and left it alone.
It stood alone like an aircraft statue.
Unattended.
Lin Yuan certainly couldn't drink with them, stating he had a very important mission.
A Russian with a large beard leaned in and asked, "Tovarisch, are you really going to the White Eagle Federation to seek reinforcements? I heard that place is very chaotic right now."
When the Chinese Anti-Biological Warfare Command Center had briefed them, they had given the same reason.
Although it sounded rather absurd, it didn't matter.
Lin Yuan wasn't staying in Russia for too long, so he wasn't afraid of being exposed.
He immediately replied, "Yes. You know how bad things are now. No one wants to live under the pressure of zombies anymore. It's time to form an alliance!"
The Russian clearly sympathized: "Yes, it's because Skogler was occupied by zombies that we all migrated to the central regions. We're even worse off, mining ore in the Far East. But the living conditions are still acceptable."
Knowing that Lin Yuan was in a hurry, the Russian said no more and took Lin Yuan to see the "latest" jet aircraft.
This one was clearly twice as large as the plane Lin Yuan was flying. The bearded man touched his nose and introduced, "This is our latest model of small jet aircraft, and it can carry 3 people. You can take a look." After speaking, the bearded man took a sip of vodka, as if to bolster his courage: "This aircraft is actually a legacy of the former Red Empire, unearthed just before the apocalypse."
The bearded man, having spoken the truth, seemed much more relaxed and proceeded to explain all the flight instruments and operating buttons inside the aircraft to Lin Yuan.
They were quite similar to the ones Lin Yuan was used to.
"Oh, and by the way, my dear Tovarisch, this aircraft's ejection seat is not activated by the pull ring on the seat, but by a red button on the side. You need to pay attention to this."
"What if this thing malfunctions?"
The bearded man smiled shyly, "You're the first person to ask this question. If it malfunctions, you can use a hammer to break open an iron plate beneath the seat and then manually turn a knob under the seat. If that doesn't work, you can shoot the altimeter on the flight instrument panel, which will also trigger the ejection device."
With a gun?
Lin Yuan twitched his lips, thinking, "As expected of you," and even gave a thumbs-up.
"Alright, I'll move my things over. Wait for me here."
"Okay."
He didn't have much luggage left.
The flight suit bag had been left at Wumu Forest. The weapon and equipment bag and the combat uniform bag had been taken off and were now equipped. The only things left in the bags were a hundred rounds of armor-piercing ammunition for the FN57 pistol.
They were placed together with the bag containing gold bars and food.
So Lin Yuan only had two bags: a medical supplies bag and a food supplies bag.
When Lin Yuan came out fully armed with the two bags on his back.
The bearded man was arguing with someone who was drunk.
"Blarisky, don't do this, you're drunk!"
"Damn you, Simonov, get out of my way."
What's going on? Is this the daily entertainment for the Russians?
Seeing Lin Yuan approach, the bearded man, Simonov, quickly said, "Tovarisch, get on the plane quickly. The map you wanted is in the cabin! And there's a bottle of vodka, don't forget to drink it!"
Lin Yuan smiled, placed his things into the cabin, and hung the Vector submachine gun from his back onto the cabin wall.
He skillfully started the plane, waved goodbye to Simonov, and took off.
"May the iron alliance protect us once again!"
Simonov's roar could still be vaguely heard from the runway.
"Definitely!"
...
White Eagle Federation.
Outside the town of Ivomonna, fifty kilometers south of North Kanway.
A person with a Chinese face was anxiously pacing back and forth in the house.
His two children were sick.
His wife was crying helplessly by his side.
"Cryst, think of something!"
"Elise, I'll be back." After a moment of hesitation, he picked up the Beretta 686 double-barreled shotgun from the wall.
He put on his cloak and went out the door.
"Damn it, I'll fight them!"