Under the influence of the cold Siberian air, the rain has been heavy and sometimes light for three days, and it has not stopped, and there are occasional torrential rains in between, which fall from the sky like white exercises.

Affected by the weather, in addition to combat readiness duty, the whole regiment of the 122nd regiment was grounded and changed to theoretical study, and what to do for the rest of the time, in short, don't leave the station range.

Yang Luo also learned of his target shooting results, the target height was 1,005 meters, the distance was 1,200 meters, and all six rockets were hit.

On rainy days, outdoor activities can only be carried out indoors. As a result, the activity room is overcrowded these days.

Yang Luo is not very interested in sports activities, and if it weren't for the fact that pilots need to maintain enough physical fitness, he wouldn't even want to participate in daily physical training.

Don't look at Yang Luo who is restless in the sky, he maneuvers from time to time, but on the ground, Yang Luo belongs to a relatively quiet type. If Yang Luo returns to the place one day, there will immediately be one more otaku in the world.

At the end of the morning's theoretical study, after eating the air crew stove, Yang Luo walked out of the pilot's restaurant, looked up at the light rain that was still dripping in the air, Yang Luo couldn't help but shake his head, and said to himself: "When will it stop?" ”

Xue Fei stepped forward and said, "Is there any arrangement for the afternoon?" Why don't you get two shots? ”

"Yes, it's fine anyway." Yang Luo nodded.

Men love guns, Yang Luo also likes them, shooting is one of his few hobbies, and he will go to play for a while when he has free time.

"OK, let's go."

The two of them each opened their umbrellas and walked into the wind and rain.

The shooting training ground for pilots does not need to be very large, and the main weapon is pistols, so the shooting training of pilots in the vast majority of aviation units is indoors, and the Dongling Field Station is no exception.

Walking into the shooting training hall, there was no one training inside, only a few staff members.

The firearms used in the shooting gallery are not your own guns and need to be collected separately, and there are rifles and pistols to choose from. Don't think about what kind of sniper rifle you like, only a regular rifle.

Yang Luo received a Type 92 pistol and a box of ammunition, walked to the No. 1 shooting window, adjusted the target to a distance of 30 meters, and then removed the magazine and pressed the bullets into the magazine one by one.

Raising the loaded pistol, Yang Luo locked onto the target thirty meters away by aiming at the baseline, and gently pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound sounded, and a 5.8 mm bullet was fired like an arrow from the string, spinning at high speed at an initial velocity of 480 meters per second along a predetermined trajectory.

In the blink of an eye, the bullet hit a target thirty meters away.

Nine rings!

The display on the right immediately shows a number, which is the hit effect of this shot given by the automatic target reporting system.

"Yang Luo, how many rings have you played?" Xue Fei, who had just received his firearm, walked to the No. 2 shooting window and asked while loading his bullets, Xue Fei received a Type 95 rifle, not a pistol.

"Nine Rings." Yang Luo glanced at Xue Fei and continued to raise his pistol to shoot.

"Bang Bang ......"

A series of five 5.8mm metal bullets shot out, all of which landed on the target.

The results of these five shots appear on the display, two eight rings, one nine rings, and two seven rings.

Xue Fei poked his head over to look at the display screen and sneered: "Yang Luo, your shooting level is not good, the average is less than eight rings." Keep your eyes open and let you see your brother's level, absolutely 100 shots. ”

Yang Luo's shooting level is really not very good, if this level is brought to the army, it will be a shame, but this is the shooting level of the vast majority of pilots.

For pilots, shooting doesn't need to be good, as long as it's not too ugly.

The pilot's pistol was only used for self-preservation, and there was almost no chance of picking up the gun and fighting with others.

No country would have the luxury of having pilots fight a ground war, and neither did the world's largest military power.

Even after being shot down by the enemy in wartime and parachuting to the ground, the pilot's priority is not to pick up a gun and dry with the enemy, but to choose to hide and wait for rescue.

In the ground subject, compared to shooting, hiding in the field is more important, which determines the life and death of the pilot after landing.

In fact, in war, once a pilot falls in the enemy's occupied area, it can be said that he is dead, and it is very difficult to have the opportunity to return to his own occupied area, either sacrificed or captured.

Therefore, the best way is to practice your flying skills so as not to be shot down.

"Then I'll see." Yang Luo said, lowered the gun in his hand, and turned to look at Xue Fei who was about to shoot at the second window.

Xue Fei raised the rifle in his hand, the butt of the rifle was on his shoulder, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the target a hundred meters away. Aim and aim carefully, and after five or six seconds, the index finger pulls the trigger.

"Bang bang bang!"

The same five shots were fired in bursts, and the five bullets left the chamber at an initial velocity of 930 meters per second, hitting the target at a high speed of 100 meters away.

At the end of the five shots, Xue Fei gently emitted wisps of green smoke, looking like a shooting expert.

However, in the next second, the results given by the automatic target reporting system made Xue Fei collapse all of a sudden, and he could no longer maintain the appearance of a master, but looked at the display screen in disbelief and said, "How is it possible?" “

Looking at Xue Fei's results, Yang Luo laughed and said, "Scorpion, it is indeed a hundred shots, you didn't lie to me." “

Xue Fei's five gun results were: eight rings, seven rings, five rings, five rings, and four rings.

All five shots were hit, and none of them missed the target, so it can be said that 100 shots and 100 hits, but the results were not good enough, and the average score was 5.8 rings.

"No, it can't be my level, it must be that I just played out of shape, I'll do it again." Xue Fei said, aiming at the target a hundred meters away again, and pulled the trigger.

It's just that although the results of the next five shots have improved, the average score is still less than seven rings.

Yang Luo shook his head, ignored Xue Fei anymore, and concentrated on practicing.

"Bang bang bang!" The shooting training room kept ringing with the sound of guns shooting, and bullets were consumed in the hands of Yang Luo and Xue Fei.

The shooting training of the pilots of the 122nd regiment is not subject to a bullet ceiling, the supply is open, as long as you can stand the recoil of the guns, there is no problem in continuing to fight.

Compared to fuel, rockets, missiles and artillery, firearms and bullets are worth a few cents.

After the bullet was fired, he continued to collect it, and when he was tired, he rested, the two bragged, and then continued to consume the bullet, Yang Luo planned to spend the afternoon in the shooting training hall.

However, planning is not as fast as change.

"Yang Luo, come with me!" A captain officer ran in from outside the door of the shooting training hall and shouted, "The regimental commander is waiting for you in the flight briefing room." “

Flight briefing room?

Is this a flight mission?

Yang Luo, who had just finished firing a magazine and was loading the magazine, reflexively threw the Type 92 pistol in his hand and ran away, saying loudly: "Scorpion, help me return the pistol and bullets." “

"What's wrong?" Yang Luo, who was running out of the door, asked.

The captain officer did not look back and replied, "I don't know, I was ordered to take you to the flight briefing room." “

There was already a commuter car waiting outside the door, and the captain officer went straight into the driver's seat, and after Yang Luo jumped into the back seat, the commuter car that had not yet turned off started and headed for the flight briefing room in the flight area.