Dragoon fighter

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. No pop-ups

Because they have participated in actual combat for a long time, even the king of soldiers can only fight for youth. Although they are supported by various nutrients and equipment, the golden combat life cycle of most soldiers is very short, only more than ten years, and then they will be invincible. 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 fight on the battlefield, they are more lethal than ordinary civilians and must not be allowed to be lost to 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, Lieutenant 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 rules of the military hierarchy 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 in the honor room of the brigade. 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, and the craftsmanship is really good. If you have time, you can make a set for me, and the price is good.”

Major Chen Renkai, the commander 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 able to accumulate, elite veterans are sometimes deployed to other squadrons to supplement 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 survive, enter the earth, and descend into the sea.

"When you are free, 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 responded gently, 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 torment from you. I'm young, I'm young, 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 a batch of digital individual soldier tactical armors will be deployed recently. They can withstand attacks including meter-caliber bullets. The battlefield survival rate can be greatly improved. When I have an easy time I’ll call you when the task is assigned.”

"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 will not hit your right eye. Bah, bah, bah, the cannon bullets will hit you." Anywhere you put it in your head is a headshot, I'm telling you, Lin."

From behind Lin Mo, the sound of Captain Chen's spitting words could still be heard, gradually disappearing as the distance increased.

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 they 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. Who is that? Xiao Deng, you will be responsible for bringing in and cleaning up areas 7 and 7 of the hangar tonight. Tomorrow A ground-effect aircraft will come over soon. That thing takes up a lot of space. Everyone, hurry up and try to catch a breath."

The hangar was still as busy as usual, except for the physical model of his unfinished "Monster" which was still covered with a layer of plastic paper and was parked quietly in the corner, next to where the J-10 should have been parked. But it was empty.

Seeing the blank space in the hangar, it seems that 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 love machine." Lin Mo took a long breath and stared blankly at the corner of the hangar.

After losing his combat partner, although he picked up a -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.

"Cheer up. Although my deputy team leader Zhan has been lost, he is still alive in our hearts. We must live better, more openly, and more wonderfully, and let our share of Zhan live on. Don’t live for one.”

The arms on the shoulders tightened. Pan, the leader of the air crew, 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 in agreement with Lao Pan's statement, but suddenly realized that there was something in Team Leader Pan's words.

"Haha, you don't know? Oh, that's right, 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 anything to express? It's appropriate. Everyone can give a bribe."

Lao Pan smiled like a flower and touched his 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 me to be promoted in person. Your merits are real. There is no need to be like us. Seniors have the same qualifications as seniors, and of course I am the deputy team leader. Who would be dissatisfied? I don’t think so."

Team Leader Pan's explanation gave Lin Mo no chance to speak, and the deputy team leader directly slapped him on the forehead.

"What should the deputy team leader do?" Lin Mo suddenly felt uncomfortable wearing 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, just 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 loudly that Lin Mo had no worries.

"Okay." Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't even take care of himself. He still had the energy to care about other things. Although fighter pilots had a lot of spare time, most of it was spent on supplementary studies.

Pilots whose qualifications are based on the accumulation of flying hours pay great attention to learning efficiency. Once they take off, it means showing off their trump card and raising troops for a thousand days, which can be used in a short time.

"Come on, come on, Xiao Lin, come with me." Old Pan, who seemed to have some unfinished words, held 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 and asked what this guy was doing mysteriously.

"Hehe, I have a gift. It's just 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 and seduce Lin Mo's appetite.

What exactly is it? Old Hu said it was, and Captain Feng also said it was. Now the leader of the flight crew, Pan, 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 large box.

It's a square rectangle, and you can even dig a few holes in it to turn it into a bungalow, but you can't tell what it's 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 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.

To be continued