Back in the command room, Cang Long frowned. As soon as Snow Leopard came back, he shouted: "Damn it, I had some hope at first, but now it's all gone. How can those people go to fight? I think let them go
I don’t owe you any work!”
Canglong didn't care, but changed the subject and asked: "Can those two J-7s be used?"
"It's not a problem with the instrument. You'll know if you try it, but I can't fly it!" Snow Leopard shrugged with helplessness, "Although we can fly helicopters, I can't fly fighter jets, even the J-7.
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"Oh." Canglong nodded, "As long as you can move, that's fine. Call Bai Wuchang here tomorrow. This guy used to be a pilot. He can move this thing!"
"Really?" Snow Leopard looked excited.
"Now we have to make use of all resources, even these two J-7s. The US military does not have any air force base in southern Iraq. Their army aviation only has helicopters. Using J-7s is more than enough to deal with them. As for the air force of the Iraqi security forces, that
They are all in Baghdad, and with these two J-7s, we will have a lot more supplies in hand!" Canglong was full of confidence.
"You don't really want to fight this damn battle, do you?" Snow Leopard looked strange.
Canglong didn't answer him, but just ordered: "Let everyone in Team B move here tomorrow. Let's work hard here. This will be our headquarters in Iraq in the future, but we have to clean the air here first."
Talking."
Seeing Cang Long keep changing the topic, Snow Leopard understood that he had made up his mind. Although he didn't know what tricks Cang Long wanted to play, Snow Leopard had no intention of stopping him. After all, this guy could always create miracles.
Canglong didn't know how to use most of the technical equipment in the headquarters. This had to wait until Susu arrived. Just as Canglong and Xuebao were discussing the plan, Hei Wuchang and Bader arrived. Canglong thought they could get it done so quickly.
But they didn't expect that a thin child was following behind them.
Neither of them spoke after coming in. Canglong had a strange look on his face, and finally looked at the child. Although his complexion was sallow and his body was so thin that only a layer of skin remained, his eyes were very firm. Seeing Canglong's confusion and fear,
With some admiration, Badr patted his back with his hand and said in Arabic: "If you have anything, tell him!"
"Are you...are you the prophet?" the child asked tremblingly in Arabic, with disbelief in his words.
What did he understand? This was because of the order he asked Bader to carry out yesterday. He seemed to understand what Bader meant by bringing this child here, and then said: "You all get out and let him stay!"
Several people nodded and went out. In the end, only the child was left. Canglong pointed to the stool on the side and said in Arabic: "Sit down!"
The child was trembling but did not dare to sit down. Instead, he respectfully performed a unique etiquette for Canglong, and then asked in a low voice: "Are you really a prophet? Why is your skin color different from ours?"
Canglong didn't answer, just smiled and said: "How old are you this year?"
"Ten... twelve years old!" Although the child was a little scared, he was very firm when he mentioned his age.
Canglong didn't expect that he was younger than he expected: "What's your name?"
"Jabbar Muhammad..." Kareem said a series of words.
Canglong nodded, let's call him Jabbar, and said: "Jabbar, why did you come to me? Have you eaten?"
"I...I...I..." Jabbar stammered. He looked at his skinny face with hope. "I hope you won't expel me from the Badr Brigade. I want to fight for this country!"
Canglong smiled, and it turned out to be what he had guessed: "At your age, you should be studying in school instead of fighting with a rifle. This will only make you die in vain on the battlefield. Think about it..."
But before Canglong could finish speaking, this child who was very timid in front of him suddenly interrupted him and said firmly: "No, I can't go to school. I want to fight for this country and do my best to fight for this country."
Protecting it, even if you die on the battlefield, is honorable."
Canglong really couldn't believe that such high-sounding words actually came from the mouth of a twelve-year-old child, but regardless of his age, his tone was that of an adult, and he was very firm, firmer than most adults.
Seeing Canglong not speaking for a long time, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar suddenly cried. He knelt in front of Canglong and cried: "My father died in the Iran-Iraq war, and my mother died under a bomb during the American invasion. I want to fight for
They're taking revenge, please, please don't fire me, please? Please, if you are really a prophet, please help me, please help me!"
Soryu was originally prepared to reject him, but if he really rejects him, where can Jabbar go? School? The United States has occupied Iraq for ten years and has not even been able to provide power to the capital. How can it be possible to restore schools in Iraq? For terrorists
For me, school is the best target, so it is impossible for this child to go back to school to study like most people of his age, even if he really wants to study.
Badr succeeded. Although they did not know the conversation between Jabbar and Soryu, Soryu was not asking for Jabbar to be removed from the Badr Brigade, nor was he asking for others to be removed.
The next day, after all members of Team B were transferred to the base, Soryu reorganized all members of the Badr Brigade. All minors and those with physical illnesses remained in the base as the logistics department. No one objected to this order, and then in
Under the coordination of Team B, the entire base was put into operation.
Su Su led a team of people to be responsible for the maintenance and maintenance of the equipment. It has been deposited underground for many years. Many things are difficult to pick up and use. Moreover, maintenance is the first lesson for the army. If a gun is not maintained, it will
Problems may occur quickly and may even become unusable, but if you take good care of it, it will not be a problem after ten or even ten years of use.
Fan Primary School is responsible for checking everyone's physical condition. For an army, health is the most important, especially in this environment. Once infected with a disease, it will spread to a large area. This is why plague is most likely to occur during wars.
The reason is that once a plague occurs, an entire army will be ruined, let alone a war.
Xiami was responsible for leading people to repair the ventilation system, and Snow Leopard was responsible for organizing the people who were eliminated with combat effectiveness. In the end, it was found that out of the 2,000 people, 1,200 were assigned to the logistics department, leaving only 800 people, who were still barely qualified.
For this base, the two days after Canglong and the others arrived were the most comfortable, because they had eaten enough and reluctantly took a bath, although they just wiped their bodies with a wet cloth.
"Go up and have a look. I need these two J-7s to fly. I know you used to be a pilot, but then you changed your career to signal flags!" Canglong said calmly.
Bai Wuchang didn't say anything. He looked at the two J-7s with their eyes shining brightly. At first Canglong thought he was just getting on the plane to try it out, even for inspection. But what he didn't expect was that Bai Wuchang picked up the tools and seemed to have finished dismantling them. Like a toy, a J-7 is dismantled into parts.
Then he began to check one by one. Of course, he did not complete these tasks alone, but with the help of Shen Wansan and several other members of the Badr Brigade.
Canglong had been squatting aside and watching. This was the biggest guarantee for the success of their operation. A few hours later, Bai Wuchang assembled it again, then launched the J-7 and drove it a few meters. Then he shut down the aircraft and put the other aircraft in as usual. One of them was also dismantled and it was already night after it was installed. Even Canglong didn't expect that the day would pass like this.
"How is it?" Canglong asked.
"Both can be used, but there is a problem with the automatic guidance system of the other aircraft. If you want to use the missiles mounted on the aircraft, you may have to manually guide them." Bai Wuchang wiped the sweat from his face and said.
"That's good, Weasel, now it's up to you. Blow up the holes in the base and try not to cause any noise." Canglong ordered with a smile.
As soon as Shen Wansan heard about the use of explosives, he left with smiles on his face, but Bai Wuchang said strangely: "Boss, you are not really prepared to fight a tough battle, are you?"
"Now that I have fighter jets and an army, why can't I fight a tough battle?" Canglong asked.
"It's just a plane. What a shame, do you think the air-to-air missiles mounted on American helicopters are vegetarian?" Bai Wuchang objected and backed down, "You want to die, but I won't go with you!"
"If you dare to be a deserter, I will kill you!" Canglong smiled and said, "Don't worry, if I dare to fight a tough battle, I will naturally find another pilot to fly this J-7 as your wingman."
"Who else in the entire B team can fly a plane?" Bai Wuchang disdained, "If you find an Iraqi pilot to be my wingman, I would rather not have a wingman!"
Canglong shook his head. The reason why Bai Wuchang said that he did not want Iraqi pilots to be wingmen was because most of the Iraqi pilots were trained by the Russians, so they knew very well how much the Iraqi pilots weighed, especially when the US military invaded Iraq. The entire Iraqi Air Force was frightened without moving at all. Who would rest assured with such a companion?
"Can I be your wingman?" Canglong asked.
"You...you said you can fly a plane?" Bai Wuchang felt very funny and said with a Beijing accent, "Aren't you a killer? When will a killer also fly a plane?"
"Haha, I have played with it for a few days before!" Canglong smiled and said, "Don't worry, no one will die!"
Bai Wuchang looked at Canglong and swallowed, and said: "Then you'd better find an Iraqi. I'm afraid you won't be able to aim well and you won't be killed by the Americans, but you. Then I'll It’s unjust!”
After saying that, Bai Wuchang left with goosebumps all over his body. Canglong followed behind him and said coldly: "What's wrong with me being your wingman? Although I've only flown ten times, I'm a genius. I don't know." , I was born to fly a plane!”
Bai Wuchang ignored him. He was determined not to have Cang Long as his wingman anyway. In the end Cang Long had no choice but to give up and was busy until about ten o'clock in the evening. The cavity was blown open, the surrounding area was cleaned up, and the runway was processed at odd hours.
Most of the ventilation systems have been opened, the communication equipment in the control room has been maintained, and small radars on the ground have been installed to provide appropriate guidance to the aircraft.
Canglong called everyone over and finally announced his plan...