Dragoon fighter

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Wow!

This unexpected voice was like a ladle of water being poured into a boiling pan of oil.

"What? How could Da Li lose? He and the newcomer both have ten rings. Could there be any mistake? It's obviously a tie! How could you see Da Li lose!" The retort immediately started to make noise.

"If you look at the target paper, you will understand immediately." The person who suddenly jumped out and insisted on his own opinion continued.

"Target paper? What's so interesting about the target paper?" The target paper returned from the target position by the automated equipment was passed around in everyone's hands, as if they were trying to find out the reason why Da Li lost.

Suddenly, a hissing sound of air-conditioning sounded, and then, one after another, the sound of air-conditioning was drawn around.

Although no one spoke, Da Li felt something was wrong. Someone found the reason why he lost.

"What's going on? This old hen can really turn into a duck?!" Da Li was a little distrustful and grabbed a few target papers that the people around him were comparing.

Each piece of target paper, which cost RMB 5 to make, clearly recorded the results of Lin Mo and Da Li's point shooting just now.

"Watch the impact!" someone whispered to Da Li and those who still hadn't reacted.

"Holy shit!" Someone finally exclaimed.

After hearing the reminder from others, he stared at the target paper in his hand, then took the target paper from others' hands to confirm again, looked left and right, and finally saw the mystery. "My day!~" Two words burst out from between Da Li's teeth, and his eyes widened.

"I lost!" Da Li lost his temper completely. Several target papers clearly showed two completely different styles of bullet points. On Lin Mo's target paper, three round bullet holes were opened into three intersecting round holes. The area is uniform, and each one is exactly the same. The impact point of Da Li's own target paper almost exploded in the center. Although they were all within the center of the 10-ring circle, the impact points were irregular and different.

Everyone present is considered to be a veteran of playing with guns. Everyone knows that it is not difficult to hit the target with a gun, but to hit Lin Mo's precise size and photocopy-like impact point requires a lot of terrifying strength and power control. Three consecutive shots. , after the first shot, the muzzle position will change due to the recoil and the explosion of gun flames. The three consecutive shots will be out of shape to an unknown extent. However, it can still quickly return to its original position and repeat this miracle. It is simply... To describe it as non-human.

However, if someone says that only one bullet hole is left in the bullseye to be considered powerful, then unless it is a single shot fired with careful aim, if you want to achieve this with three bursts of short bursts, it will not be possible unless a miracle happens.

Everyone looked at Lin Mo with a strange color in their eyes. They all had the same hit rate, but they immediately made a difference in terms of power control.

"I lost, the five hundred yuan is yours!" Da Li took out five red Taizu tickets from his pocket and stuffed them into Lin Mo's pocket.

"Thank you!" Lin Mo, who had lost a laptop with gold coins, was disrespectful and handed the gun back to Da Li and said: "Give me back the gun. This gun is really good. Let's practice more when we have time!" The wrist suddenly moved, and the gold coin's proud secret came to mind: "The exploration is completed." Without anyone paying attention, it actually penetrated the rifle here from the inside to the outside. It can transform into such a gun at any time in the future, too. That is to say, as long as there are bullets, whatever gun Lin Mo wants will appear in his hand.

This is great for the Army, but it doesn't mean much to Lin Mo's Air Force identity. Is it possible that fighter pilots are still allowed to go to the battlefield with guns drawn?

"Where did you come from the army? Why are you so good at marksmanship?!" Da Li couldn't figure out which army in the country could train such a person.

"I..." Lin Mo was about to answer, when he heard a sharp long whistle, and then heard an extremely loud voice shouting: "Everyone assemble!"

"Go quickly, go quickly!" Da Li's expression changed, he quickly put the gun back on the table, and said to Lin Mo hastily: "Hurry up and gather, if you are late for a second, Captain Feng will count you down again. .”

Upon hearing the whistles and shouts, everyone immediately dispersed. Except for the logistics staff, everyone gathered in the small square of the training center, and small squares formed in groups.

Lin Mo came here for the first time, but he didn't know how to stand in line. However, he saw Lao Hu, who was already standing in the queue, winking at him and pointing towards a small team of only twenty people. Lin Mo nodded. Walk over quickly.

Discipline, the first principle of the military is discipline. As soon as the assembly order is sounded, except for special departments, no matter how busy you are, if there is anything important, you must put it down and assemble first.

"Second Lieutenant Lin, welcome to join our air crew! I am Pan Rongyong, the leader of the air crew." A middle-aged man in his forties and of medium height raised a military salute to Lin Moxian and showed a welcoming smile, with a weathered Chinese character. His face was already wrinkled with burnt yellow skin, and a long centipede scar stretched from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eye on the left side of his face. He was wearing a training uniform that was washed out and turned white. This was Lin Mo's future team leader.

Team Leader Pan obviously recognized Lin Mo. He pointed to his side and said, "Come on, come to my side first."

Lin Mo quickly returned the greeting, then quickly stood in the team, made eye contact with the others a few times, and said hello.

The scene was divided into combat squadrons and various departments to conduct team reporting. In just fifteen seconds, they were all quickly assembled.

A thirty-year-old soldier with dark skin and huge muscles as if filled with iron bumps stood in front of all the formations. He was as motionless as a sculpture, looking at everyone with a cold face, and a helmet hanging around his neck. A green whistle, it was he who just shouted the rally command.

Pan Rongyong, the leader of the air crew, winked at Lin Mo. Lin Mo nodded. The soldier standing in front of everyone was Colonel Feng Chenye, the captain of the "Dark Night".

"Report! The first squadron has been assembled! Sixty-seven people were supposed to be present, but sixty-six were actually present."

"The Second Squadron has assembled! Fifty-five people were supposed to be here, but there are actually fifty-five."

"The Third Squadron has assembled! There should be sixty people, but there are actually fifty-one."

"The fourth squadron has assembled! There should be forty people, but there are actually forty people."

"The fifth squadron has assembled! There should be fifty-one people, but there are actually fifty-one people."

"The equipment team has assembled! Everyone is here!"

"······"

Sonorous and powerful reports came from square formations of different sizes, echoing in the extremely wide training ground.

Lin Mo saw Da Li and others he had met last night standing in the queue of the first squadron. They seemed to be front-line combat troops. No wonder the firearms and grids were very powerful.

After all the responsible persons reported the gathering situation, "Dark Night" Captain Feng Chenye slowly glanced at everyone, his expression was serious and resolute, his tone was neither happy nor sad, but his words were extremely clear: "Assemble everyone today, let's make an announcement first The superiors commended the 5th Squadron for successfully completing the combat mission. In last week's operation, the 5th Squadron killed 121 terrorists, captured seven people, and suffered zero casualties. Therefore, all members of the 5th Squadron received the third-class collective merit."

Wow!~ No one took the lead, and a burst of warm and neat applause suddenly sounded.

Captain Feng raised his hand and the applause immediately disappeared. He looked in the direction of the air crew and said loudly: "Second Lieutenant Lin Mo, come out!"

"Here!" Lin Mo took three steps forward like a reflex. Since the beginning of the other world, the discipline of the military has been deeply engraved in his bones.

"Welcome Comrade Lin Mo to join our 'Dark Night' and become a member of our 'Dark Night'. From today on, he will be our fighter pilot! Provide aerial reconnaissance and fire support for combat troops, everyone is welcome!" Feng Chenye The captain deliberately sounded encouraging.

There was another burst of neat and warm applause, but it was mixed with a lot of unknown sounds that meant gnashing of teeth, and more people's eyes almost popped out of their heads.

"Da Li! What's your expression! Don't you welcome new comrades?!" Colonel Feng Chenye saw the machine gunner of the 1st Squadron, Li Xiuwen, who had the biggest reaction in the crowd, and anger immediately appeared on his face.

"No, no, no!" Da Li shook his head like a rattle. How could he dare to question the power of Brigade Feng? He stammered: "He, shouldn't he be returned to the ground forces?"

Others, especially those who were the first to meet Lin Mo together last night, had a natural look in their eyes.

Shouldn't this strength and marksmanship be used to excel in ground combat? How do you become a fighter pilot who is thousands of miles away? Is it possible that the Air Force is so awesome now that it even wants to take jobs from the Army? Is there anyone who is so bullying?

Feng Chenye's face was stern. This big Li was causing trouble for him again. He said in an unhappy tone: "Don't you understand? Second Lieutenant Lin Mo is a fighter pilot and a member of the air crew!"

"But..." Seeing Captain Feng's expression of confusion, Li insisted on saying yes, stood at attention and said: "Yes!" He didn't dare to speak again, still muttering in his heart, his marksmanship is better than his own, and his fists are better than his own. If you are tough, is this clearly your trump card in land warfare? !Why did it become the Air Force again? !Shaking his head secretly, he still couldn’t figure it out.

The authority of the captain of the "Dark Night" force cannot be questioned.

Da Li was not the only one who couldn't figure it out. Others were also filled with question marks.

"Disband!" Captain Feng glanced at everyone one last time and ended the gathering.

A red-faced man with a rugged appearance strode up to Lin Mo, stretched out his hand to shake Lin Mo's hand, and said with a smile: "Second Lieutenant Lin, I am Huang De, captain of the 1st Squadron. Welcome to our brigade. I'll do more in the future." Support, you met my subordinate Da Li and the others last night, don’t worry, these guys are so virtuous and need discipline! If you have time, go play with them more often."

Da Li and others raised their thumbs towards Lin Mo from a distance and made several gestures with smiles.

Regardless of Captain Huang's rough appearance, I'm afraid there has been news for a long time. His subordinates have tried Lin Mo, and he just came over to say hello. Strength determines status. In grassroots combat units, relationships alone cannot convince people. .

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