It is time to find a way to improve the combat effectiveness of the "Dark Night" special service brigade to a big level and help the "Dark Night" win a good ranking in the military competition of the special service brigade held every four years. Qi No Pop-upqi
Because they have participated in actual combat for a long time, even the king of soldiers can only fight for youth. Although they have the support of various nutrients and equipment, the golden combat life cycle of most soldiers is also very short, only more than ten years, and then they will become useless. To avoid the inevitable decline in physical strength and energy, you have to retire and rotate to other positions.
What's more, some are left with permanent injuries and receive support from the state. Because they are from secret military backgrounds, even if they cannot go to the battlefield, they are more lethal than ordinary civilians and must not be allowed to be lost in society.
Every four years represents a talent replacement for the special service combat force. Once it gains the attention of domestic military leaders, "Dark Night" will have a greater chance of obtaining more resources.
The annual performance evaluation and ranking means the recognition of the commander's ability of each unit.
"Hey, Captain Lin, oh, Major Lin, I've been promoted. Hello, sir."
Soldiers and Qianbu who originally had the same military rank as Lin Mo followed the army hierarchy rules and took the initiative to salute Lin Mo.
After changing his military officer's ID card, he walked in the passage of the dark night base with the rank of major. The soldiers passing by from time to time stood at attention and saluted Lin Mo, and sent warm congratulations.
"Major Lin, congratulations. If you have time, you can come to our No. 3 Squadron to play and be the deputy squadron leader. I heard that the No. 4 Squadron has also got your suit of armor back, and it is now placed in the brigade's honor room. It's so beautiful. If it hadn't been identified as being made from aircraft parts, we would have almost thought it was an ancient handicraft. It's purely handmade. The craftsmanship is really good. If you have time, you can make a set for me. The price is good."
Major Chen Renkai, the captain of the Third Squadron who returned from a mission with his men, met Lin Mo face to face. After a while, the men hugged and hugged each other, and then punched the fateful pilot.
"Hello, Major Lin"
The soldiers of the Third Squadron stopped neatly and saluted Lin Mo. Lin Mo saw a few new faces in the Third Squadron. As the Third Squadron is responsible for the most dangerous combat missions, the replacement of members is the main task of the brigade. The most frequent, but elite veterans who can be accumulated are sometimes deployed to other squadrons to supplement their combat effectiveness.
In the mountainous area of northern Afghanistan, which is thousands of miles away from the barren mountains, Jingran allowed this guy to come back alive. Not only was he alive and kicking, but he also conveniently stirred up the situation in northern Afghanistan.
Captain Chen is really impressed by this young sky knight who can reach the sky, the earth, and the sea.
"When you are free, please take me to shoot snipers. What you said before in the Third Squadron has not been fulfilled yet. Do you think my marksmanship is too poor?"
The dragon knight gave him a slight slap back, almost causing the veteran to stick to the wall and bake pancakes.
"Hey, please be gentle. My old arms and legs can't withstand such a toss from you. I'm young, I'm young, I'm full of energy, and my energy is at its peak. Not to mention the bravery of a good man, I think I was also a tough guy back then. The leader of the third squadron is a hero." The captain of the third squadron used the words to cover up his frustration, and then said: "Our third squadron specializes in chewing hard bones. It has been tough battles several times recently. How dare I call you? If I get hurt somewhere, Feng Can the brigade let me go? Don't hurt me. I heard that the higher-ups will recently deploy a batch of digital individual soldier tactical armors, which can withstand attacks including 12.7 mm caliber bullets. The battlefield survival rate will be greatly improved. When I have it, I’ll call you when I get an easier task.”
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Lin Mo and the captain of the third squadron high-fived each other and left in opposite directions.
"Rookies, have you seen that? That is our fighter pilot, the absolute ace. The cannon fires like a sniper. It says it will hit your left eye, but it won't hit your right eye. Bah, bah, bah, the cannon bullets will hit you."
Everywhere you go into your head is a headshot, I tell you, ah, Lin."
From behind Lin Mo, the sound of Captain Chen's spitting words could still be heard. As the distance increased, they gradually disappeared.
I found my bicycle from the passage, patted the dust on it, and rode quickly along the passage leading to the air crew.
As soon as we arrived at the hangar of the air crew, Lao Pan's familiar gruff voice came from a distance.
"Drag the two Mi-17s inside, drain the oil first, and check if there are any bullet holes in the aircraft body. So and so, Xiao Deng, you will be responsible for bringing in and cleaning out areas 7 and 8 of the hangar tonight.
A ground-effect aircraft will come over tomorrow. That thing takes up a lot of space. Everyone, hurry up and try to catch your breath."
The hangar was still as busy as usual. Except for his unfinished "Monster" which was still covered with a layer of plastic paper and the physical model beside it, it was parked quietly in the corner. The J-10 should have been parked next to it.
The location is empty.
Seeing the empty space in the hangar, it seems like the shadow of the fighter jet is still there.
Lin Mo let out a long sigh. His lovely "eldest wife" died in Afghanistan. The fighter jet into which Lin Mo put so much emotion and effort was just gone. It was as if a piece was missing in his heart. It was empty. Maybe it was a kind of
The feeling of longing lingers.
"Hi boy, welcome home"
A thick arm wrapped around Lin Mo's shoulder, and what sounded in his ears was the rough voice of the scar-faced old Pan, "What are you looking at?"
I don't know when Lao Pan appeared beside Lin Mo.
"Look at my favorite machine." Lin Mo took a long breath and stared blankly at the corner of the hangar.
He lost his combat comrade. Although he picked up a P-51 "Mustang" and took some time to relax in the South China Sea, he still felt heartbroken. In his mind, the J-10 was almost like a life of flesh and blood, rather than a cold machine.
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"Cheer up. Although my deputy team leader comrade is lost, he is still alive in our hearts. We must live better, more openly and more wonderfully, and live our comrade's share together.
Don’t live for one person.”
The arms on the shoulders tightened, and the leader of the air crew, Pan, seemed to be comforting and persuading. As a veteran who had experienced hardships, he could well understand the feeling of a combat partner who died in the battle.
"Deputy leader? What deputy leader?"
Lin Mo was just about to nod his head in agreement with Lao Pan's statement, but suddenly realized that there was something wrong with Team Leader Pan's words.
"Haha, you don't know? Oh, yes, I forgot to inform you. Congratulations, Major Lin Mo. You are now the deputy leader of the 'Dark Night' air crew. Haha, do you have any expression?
With a proper bribe, everyone can do it."
Lao Pan smiled like a flower and touched his big bald head.
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Why did he become the deputy team leader? Lin Mo was very puzzled.
"Hey, I know what you are thinking. You are already a major, and I am also a major. It is impossible for a major to command a major, and it is impossible for the superiors to promote me. Your merits are real, so there is no need to be like us.
These veterans have the same seniority, and of course they are the deputy team leaders. Who would be dissatisfied? I say, right?"
Team Leader Pan's explanation gave Lin Mo no chance to speak, and the deputy team leader directly slapped him on the head.
"What should the deputy team leader do?" Lin Mo suddenly felt uncomfortable with the title of deputy team leader.
Lao Pan chuckled, loosened his arms, raised his work hat, and said: "Qiansha before, Qiansha will continue in the future. You can rest assured to carry out your mission. You don't have to worry about the rest. We don't have many crew members."
, there are not many things to do, there are only a few transportation tasks and combat tasks, can you still get involved and keep your feet busy? Don’t worry, my old Pan is here."
Bang bang, Old Pan slapped his chest so hard that Lin Mo had no worries.
"Okay." Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't even take care of himself. How could he have the energy to care about others? Although fighter pilots had a lot of spare time, most of it was spent on supplementary studies.
Pilots whose qualifications are based on the accumulated number of flying hours pay great attention to learning efficiency. Once they take off, they will show their trump card and train their troops for a thousand days, which can be used in a short time.
"Come on, come on, Xiao Lin, come with me." Lao Pan, who seemed to have some unfinished words, took Lin Mo by the hand and walked quickly, as if he didn't intend to let him go so simply.
"What's up?"
Lin Mo was dragged away by Lao Pan while asking, what kind of mysterious tricks was this guy doing?
"Hehe, I have a gift, specially for you. I just got here three days ago. You will definitely like it."
This guy Lao Pan also started to learn how to tell the truth, to catch Lin Mo's appetite, and he was very excited.
What exactly is it? Old Hu said it was, and Colonel Feng also said it was. Now Pan, the leader of the air crew, also confirmed it. What kind of gift is it?
Why is everyone so weird?
Lao Pan and Lin Mo came to a huge wooden box. This was a very big box.
A square rectangle, you can even cut a few holes in it to turn it into a bungalow, but you can't tell what material it is made of.
"What is this?" Lin Mo looked at the huge object that could almost be stuffed into a main battle tank. Monk Zhang Er was confused. He had never seen such a box. Should he be transferred to a tank soldier?
"Dangdangdangdang let us open the gifts prepared for Comrade Lin Mo"
Lao Pan shouted, and the busy flight crew members gathered around at some point, holding various tools in their hands and began to hang them on the box, as if they were about to dismantle and open it.
"The time has come to witness the miracle." In an instant, Lao Pan transformed into Liu Qian and waved his hand, "Brothers, let's begin."
More than a dozen team members gathered around the giant box and started working at the same time, like peeling a banana. The shell of the giant box was obviously not as heavy as expected. It was easily lifted and opened, revealing a huge object inside.
"Uh" Lin Mo's eyes widened and he took a breath of air.