After breakfast, Yang Luo walked into the conference room with Luo Changbiao in winter clothes.

There were already more than a dozen officers sitting in the conference room, most of them with the rank of captain, and a small number of them with the rank of lieutenant, and none of them were in charge of the school.

These people are the chief officers of the various departments at the Kat Station.

Don't look at the fact that the CAT station is very small, it can only accommodate one brigade of fighters, and the number of people is not large, but although the sparrow is small, there are many departments.

Communications, navigation, security, four stations, field services, health team, aviation materials unit, oil unit, ordnance unit, munitions unit, meteorological station...... and so on, commonly known as seven and eight shares, all of them.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Yang Luo, the leader of the Sword Squadron who will be stationed at our station for half a year, Captain Yang, everyone applauds and welcomes." Entering the conference room, Luo Changbiao introduced to everyone.

"Bang Bang!"

There was a round of applause.

Yang Luo's youth was still quite surprising to everyone, and none of the people sitting below were younger than Yang Luo.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yang Luo, starting from today, in the next half a year, we will work together, I hope we can get along with each other in a friendly and happy way for half a year." Yang Luo smiled slightly, "Please introduce yourself." ”

The first one to get up and introduce was the director of the Political Department, a captain and a few officers of the deputy battalion, Yang Luo didn't care too much about this person, the Political Department was too pragmatic, and he couldn't control Yang Luo's head, and there were not many opportunities to deal with him.

Yang Luo attaches more importance to the specific departments that do things, such as oil stocks, aviation materials stocks, field affairs, four stations, meteorological stations and other departments, once they are stuck in the neck, there is no need to engage in training.

After everyone introduced themselves one by one, Yang Luo went directly to the topic and said, "Everyone, let's show you first, I have a training fund of 10 million in my hand, and whether I can leave this 10 million at the CAT station depends on your ability." ”

After finishing speaking, Yang Luo stopped and waited for them to digest it.

This money is the training fund specially approved by the Air Division, which is in the hands of Yang Luo himself, and Yang Luo's signature is required for use.

Ten million?

Bring your own funds to train?

Luo Changbiao was stunned, he thought that all the expenses of this sword squadron needed to be responsible for the Kart station, but he didn't expect people to come directly with funds.

Immediately, thinking of how much money he would have to spend in half a year, he was distressed by Luo Changbiao, so he was overjoyed.

You don't have to pay for it yourself, you can still make money, and everyone has to be happy, right?

Cross-unit training is something that all stations do not want to see, including the local aviation units, because it will crowd out the training funds of the local aviation units.

But it's not the same with its own funds, for the station, who to serve is not a service.

In the conference room, after a period of silence, everyone looked at Yang Luo as if they were looking at a moving vault.

"Captain Yang, what you said is true? Do you really have 10 million training dollars in your hands? Luo Changbiao asked in disbelief.

Yang Luo smiled slightly and said, "Is it any good for me that I lied to you?" I really have 10 million in my hand, and if it's not enough, I can report it to the higher authorities and ask for more at any time. ”

In half a year, 10 million training funds is really not a lot.

Take J-10C as an example, a full fuel is actually 45 tons, and the price of one ton of aviation fuel is about 8,000, a full fuel needs to cost 360,000, and 6.48 million aviation fuel has to be spent in half a year.

Of course, in fact, it is impossible to fly every day, and you definitely need to rest, but a fighter plane needs not only aviation fuel, but also consumables such as oxygen, aviation materials, and weapons, which also need money.

If Yang Luo arranges the training more ruthlessly, it is a question whether the 10 million yuan can survive three months.

"Captain Yang, don't worry, you can say a word about how much aviation fuel you want, it is absolutely enough." A captain immediately patted his chest and said, the implication is that as long as you have money, everything is easy.

Yang Luo knew that this captain was the head of the oil unit, and his name was Zheng Shu.

"What aviation materials do you need, Captain Yang, you say, if the station doesn't have it, I'll report it right away and go in person."

"It's easy to talk about the ordnance side."

"The quartermaster here must make all the pilot comrades feel the warmth of home."

The department chiefs who can deal with money in everything are like cats that smell fishy, and they rush to speak and make assurances.

And the chiefs of departments such as communications, security, and navigation are dumbfounded, they belong to the security sector and do not deal with money.

"Like, and there is no discipline." Luo Changbiao glared, looked around, and said angrily.

As the saying goes, it is easy to do things with money, and this is what Yang Luo, who has deep pockets, wants.

The meeting lasted more than an hour before it ended, after everyone dispersed.

Luo Changbiao took Yang Luo to wander around the station casually, familiar with various places in the station, and chatted at the same time.

From the chat with Luo Changbiao, Yang Luo learned that the Sword Squadron needs to be on combat readiness duty for three days a month, which are 10, 20, and 30 days.

The aircraft has not yet arrived, the fighter has not yet been inspected, and it cannot fly into the sky, so it can only stay on the ground.

In the afternoon, Yang Luo locked himself in his dormitory and wrote a training plan.

Yang Luo had a preliminary training plan in his mind, but it was rough and needed to be polished carefully.

As far as the air force is concerned, it must have the ability to fight in all airspace, but each unit has its own focus according to the geographical location in which it is located.

Now that he is in the Hengduan Mountains, he provides unique conditions for low-altitude penetration training, so Yang Luo is ready to start with low-altitude penetration training, and then conduct targeted training for air-to-ground.

Don't look at the 122nd regiment after a low-altitude penetration special training, but to be honest, it was far from Yang Luo's expectations, which also had something to do with Yang Luo playing soy sauce at that time.

Now that the air division has driven Yang Luo to this position, he trusts him so much, he can't play soy sauce anymore, he has to hand in a fairly good answer sheet.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the maintenance personnel arranged by the 122nd regiment arrived by helicopter, and it was Gou Quan who brought a maintenance team over to be responsible for the maintenance of the four J-10Cs.

As soon as Gou Quan got off the plane, before he had time to rest, he was urged by Yang Luo to inspect the four fighters.

He hadn't flown for a day, Yang Luo was already itching, and he was going to have a night flight tonight.

Leaving behind the maintenance team led by Gou Quan, Yang Luo ran away.

Yang Luo is very busy now, and if he wants to fly at night, he must first submit the training route, report to the air traffic control department for the record, and coordinate with various departments in the station to prepare for various matters before takeoff, and explain the flight plan to Xue Fei and them.

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