The Eagle Flies Across the Sky

It is rare to see modern air combat novels. The writing is delicate and the content is full of vitality. It fully demonstrates the growth process and unknown hardships of a pilot. The writing is excellent! I hope the author can describe more of the male protagonist's love life! Come on, I will always support you??

This is my favorite book since I read novels. There is no other book. I like this one the most. Please update.

I feel like a eunuch. The book feels very good, but the author is really not good at it. I hope the author can persist in finishing it. By the way, I would like to ask for books. Is there any book friends who can recommend books about the navy, preferably about ships, submarines, air forces, armored forces, etc. The simple army infantry has read too many books and now has no interest in them. Please recommend them.

As far as I am concerned, I enjoyed reading this book. I support the author and hope that the author will recover quickly and continue to write the rest of the wonderful stories.

There are no eunuchs in this book, no eunuchs, no eunuchs. Qidian has become more strict recently, and the review of military documents is very strict. So the update time is not determined yet

Raise your hand if you think you can send a razor blade to the author's home (like it)

We want a heroine but not a stallion. There is too little description of the heroine. Although pure love is beautiful and great, I still hope there will be more descriptions of the heroine. Brothers and sisters, if you have anything to add, write it down below. Upvote it and the author will see it. Come on😘😍

After the protagonist came back from Argentina, there were all kinds of delays. Every time he said he wanted to add more chapters, he couldn't keep it. If you can't do it, just say it and don't make excuses, okay? Since reading this book, I have recommended it to you every day, but what have you done? Two daily updates of 4,000 words? Then what do you mean by restoring three updates and four updates?

This book is very well written. But the update is a bit slow. Please update more.

That year I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she answered me very naughtily: OK, that year I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly without saying anything, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I am 18 years old and she is 20 years old. I have been carrying cement at the construction site for a year, and she is still attending Zhongpoint University. I can no longer say that I like her, because I feel that I am not worthy of her at all. I keep what I want to say to her to myself, and wait until I am worthy of her. I told her everything later. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I was also a small contractor, contracting some construction sites. I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan. There were only two of us in a dim room. After a long silence, she spoke, "800. Since you are an acquaintance, I will take you 500." I tried my best to stop shaking and said: Follow me. Let's go. Her eyes were dull for a moment, then flickered, and then she said like a fire extinguished: I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a young lady, I still have guests, nothing to do, I'll leave first, and she left in a hurry. Later, I was on the phone I saw her on the TV, she was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and unhappiness. The TV did not even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump and bump in my heart until she shattered. The last time I saw her, she came to me, when she was in On the roof of the building, I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time. He left without leaving a word. The next time I heard from her was - years later, her mother called me and said she was sick and couldn't be treated. She said she wanted to see me one last time. I couldn't accept it. Anyway, I felt very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, in front of her bed, I looked at her pale face, much thinner than before. I smiled at her. How ugly that smile was. I didn't know how ugly she was. She also smiled at me like she did when she was seven years old. She smiled so innocently. She raised her hand and I quickly I went over to hold her hand, but the tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately continued: I know I was wrong, I know your heart, and my heart has never changed. I won't dislike you, we... She suddenly shook her head in excitement and interrupted me, only hearing her weak voice said: No... I want to... Ask you... Update... Hurry up... Okay????