Thanks @MonikaAkiyama for the plane and thanks all of people who love this plane.

After reworking the Il-76MD last time, I reworked the TD again. It is not just as simple as not having a tail gun (in fact, there are Il-76MDs without tail guns and Il-76TDs with tail guns. The criterion for judging whether the Il-76 is military or civilian seems to be the user rather than the appearance). The aircraft's edges and corners have been updated and refined, and the blue triangle area on the Il-76 engine mount has been added, as well as other details.

A good song about IL-76:https://youtu.be/la3T-CivaoQ?si=Obn19UjYUbYk4Hh1
Why did “Ilyukha” frown?
Today departure before dawn
Filling your belly again
The cargo is moored by technicians.
Soldiers carry boxes
And sunset watercolor,
But there's no sunset for us,
Ramp, hoist, ramp.
The ramp here does not mean the stage,
The deck does not mean the fleet,
We don't inflate the price
The inscription "Aeroflot".
We fly where they shoot,
The crew is not the first
And “Ilya” will not be scared,
Our combat truck
To take off...
“Ilya” the hard worker goes up,
Turbins thundering quartet,
Sings...
“Ilyusha” is flying, a hard worker, a tramp, our transporter,
Humping across the sky for so many years.
We should fly to where it's hot,
Route with refueling.
Full board of humanitarian aid,
They will clear it out on the spot.
We are saving someone's souls
We see our neighbors only in dreams.
Don’t be sad, friend “Ilyusha”,
Better this than war.
It's better than before
Full of boxes on board.
We returned the soldiers
To their final, eternal home.
Flew away from sadness
Again headlong into the sky,
Somewhere we were waiting with hope again
Our combat truck
To take off...
“Ilya” the hard worker goes up,
Turbins thundering quartet,
Sings...
“Ilyusha” is flying, a hard worker, a tramp, our transporter,
Humping across the sky for so many years.
Tea, cookies and sweets
We're already tired of
The navigator smokes cigarettes
It's on the bottom floor.
The technician is thinking about landing,
What to cook for lunch
If anything, it's always okay
He has a bicycle.
“Ilyusha” spread his wings,
It carries us along with the load.
The corridor was opened for him,
So he will save people.
Oh "Ilya" - the heavenly plowman,
The hump on the back is labor.
If something goes wrong somewhere,
Our combat truck -
To take off...
“Ilya” the hard worker goes up,
Turbins thundering quartet,
Sings...
“Ilyusha” is flying, a hard worker, a tramp, our transporter,
Humping across the sky for so many years.
Below the palm tree on the glide path,
From winter they meet the board.
They'll take us in and put us in prison
To an unfamiliar, hot port.
The locals don't mess around
Everything works as one.
They will pour “Ilyusha” from the heart,
The most delicious kerosene.
The commander will return on board,
He will bring good news.
Our “Ilyusha” will smile,
The bottom blister will flash.
We are not rewarded with medals,
But rather the way home.
Ores are at maximum again,
Our combat truck -
To take off...
“Ilya” the hard worker goes up,
Turbins thundering quartet,
Sings...
“Ilyusha” is flying, a hard worker, a tramp, our transporter,
Humping across the sky for so many years…