In the afternoon, it finally began to rain on a cloudy morning, and a light rain fluttered in the air, not big but very dense, falling on the trees and roads of the green belt, wetting the trees and the road surface.

A light breeze blows, bringing a touch of coolness to the hot weather.

Yang Luo held an umbrella and stepped on the wet road from the apartment to the auditorium of Donglinchang Station.

The welcome ceremony and a mobilization meeting to welcome the 121st regiment will be held in the auditorium of Dongling Station.

All the pilots and maintenance personnel, as well as the military and political chiefs and personnel of various departments at Dongling Station, were seated under the rostrum.

The personnel of the flight regiment and the station sat in a distinct manner, one on the left and one on the right.

All of them, dressed in solemn regular clothes and military hats with military insignia, waited quietly in the audience.

The air in the auditorium was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

A total of nine seats were set up on the rostrum, and the name plate placed in the middle was Qi Yi, Yang Luo guessed that it should be the leader of the division. On the left are the name plates of the regiment commander, the deputy head of the aircraft maintenance, the deputy head of logistics, and the deputy head of the 121st regiment, and on the right are the name plates of the political commissar, deputy political commissar, chief of staff, and station chief.

After waiting in the auditorium for about ten minutes, the group stepped into the auditorium, also dressed in regular clothes and wearing military caps, headed by an officer with the rank of colonel, whose left chest was marked by a sign indicating that he was an adjutant of administrative rank.

The head of the regiment, Hu Zhongming, and the political commissar Wen Xianjun walked in a position one position behind.

Hu Zhongming's face was dark, and he was about to drip ink, and the other people's faces were not good-looking, without a trace of happiness, and their faces were gloomy.

Nine people, each seated in their position on the name tag.

Everyone stood up, took off their hats, and stood in a proper military posture.

Then, the march of the Chinese army was played, which echoed in the auditorium through the amplification equipment.

Familiar melodies.

This is the note forged by countless martyrs with their blood and lives, and it is also the note that modern soldiers have fought for and fought for.

After the march of the Chinese army was played, the conference officially began.

First of all, political commissar Wen Xianjun made a speech, and pulled a lot of them, in short, it means one, welcome the 121st regiment to come to this field for defense and training.

It is worthy of being a political commissar, the level of speaking is high, a very simple meaning, stunned to be said to be a flower, and it took ten minutes to speak before it ended in a tide of applause.

Wen Xianjun finally said: "Next, I would like to invite Deputy Division Commander Qi Yi to read out the documents of the superior and make a speech. ”

Qi Yi, deputy division commander, picked up a document placed on the table, and in the upper left corner was printed the words "Level 3 Secrets", and read: "In order to deepen the reform and strengthen the combat effectiveness of the troops......

After the document was read, the people sitting in the auditorium presented two atmospheres, the pilots all with happy faces, and the others with sad faces.

Yang Luo finally understood why Hu Zhongming and the others had a bad face, all because of this document.

The content of the first part of this document is all empty words, no substantive content, and the focus is on the final content, which is six words in total - simulated confrontation drills.

It was a small-scale military exercise, but it lasted for a long time.

The scope of the simulated confrontation exercise was the 31st Division, and starting on 1 September, the 123rd Regiment of Anxian County, where the division headquarters was stationed, was one side, and the 121st Regiment and the 122nd Regiment were the other side, and a month-long simulated confrontation drill was conducted.

There is no plan for the simulated confrontation exercise, and the pilots and fighters who died are resurrected the next day to continue to participate in the confrontation.

That is to say, starting from September 1, the 122nd Regiment will face endless harassment and attacks from the 123rd Regiment at any time, and at the same time, it will also have to find ways to attack the 123rd Regiment.

For pilots like Yang Luo, regardless of whether it is training or simulated confrontation drills, having more time to fly is exactly what they want.

If you want to improve your flying skills, you can only fly more and burn more fuel.

For others, however, it's not so rosy. Whether it is the maintenance of the machine or the various departments of the station, the workload has to increase greatly.

Take aircraft maintenance as an example, you have to do a good job in the support work, every take-off and landing must be routinely inspected, refueled, simulated confrontation drills and special drill bombs are mounted, and the workload has increased significantly.

The situation of all departments at other stations is similar, and the logistics support work must be done well.

It's no wonder they are sad.

And for the regimental leadership, it is necessary to develop both a defense plan and an attack plan, and at the same time be on duty at the tower.

In order to ensure the safety of the take-off and landing of a large number of aircraft, the air department stipulates that at least two to three commanders on duty at the tower are required.

You can imagine how much work this will be.

For drills and drills, basically everyone has experienced it, and the normal time is a few days, at most it will not exceed a week. The point is that this time it was too long, a whole month.

It's a tiring rhythm!

The next step was the deployment work, and everyone on the rostrum made separate arrangements according to the content they were in charge of, and the head of the regiment finally made a concluding speech with a black face.

Although Hu Zhongming didn't want to implement it, the war zone and even the air division had already approved it, and as a subordinate, he had to obey the execution.

Yang Luo thought that the conference would end like this, but he didn't expect the political commissar to take out a folder.

"In the presence of my comrades, I read out a commendation order approved by the war zone." Wen Xianjun glanced up at the chairman's wife, opened the closed folder and read.

"Commendation Order: Comrade Ye Jianlong and Comrade Yang Luo successfully destroyed a spy drone in the execution of the North Finger Air Situation Order, ensuring that national information is not leaked. After destroying the drone, the plane piloted by Comrade Ye Jianlong unfortunately hit a bird, and the dashboard failed, but under the correct guidance of Comrade Yang Luo and the correct operation of Comrade Ye Jianlong, it successfully made a forced landing, ensuring the safety of national property from loss. Comrade Ye Jianlong was awarded the second-class meritorious service award, and Comrade Yang Luo was awarded the second-class meritorious service award.

“

"Bang Bang!"

Without any reminder, in an instant, applause rang out like a tide, and everyone in the auditorium applauded one after another, congratulating Ye Jianlong and Yang Luo.

Happiness came too suddenly, leaving Yang Luo directly in a daze.

Second-class merit!

It's not the expected third-class merit.

"Next, Comrade Ye Jianlong and Comrade Yang Luo are invited to come to the stage, and Deputy Division Commander Qi will issue military merit certificates to the two comrades." Wen Xianjun waited for the applause to stop, and then continued.

Ye Jianlong pulled Yang Luo, who was in a state of bewilderment, Yang Luo came back to his senses, raised his head slightly, endured the excitement in his heart, straightened his chest, and stood in front of the rostrum with Ye Jianlong.

At this moment, all eyes are on it.

This moment is a glorious moment for Yang Luo and Ye Jianlong.

Everyone in the auditorium once again gave warm applause, and they were puzzled.

Immediately afterward, a piece of military music sounded, echoing in the air.

The two captains and officers were dressed in ceremonial clothes, with solemn faces, holding a tray covered with red cloth in their hands, and walked in front of Yang Luo and Ye Jianlong step by step from the gate with standard ceremonial steps.

Inside each tray are a red ribbon, a military certificate, and a large red flower.

Red!

This is the color dyed by the blood of the Chinese martyrs.

It is also the favorite color of Chinese people, where there is a happy event, there must be red.

Military merit medals will not be awarded until the end of the year, after the General Political Department has unified production, so now there is only one certificate.

Master Qi walked from behind the rostrum to Ye Jianlong, and first awarded Ye Jianlong, and then Yang Luo.

Standing in front of Yang Luo, with a serious face, Qi Yi picked up the red ribbon and the big red flower from the tray next to him and put them on for Yang Luo, and then handed the military merit certificate to Yang Luo.

Yang Luo excitedly accepted the military merit certificate, his eyes moist.

This military merit is his first military merit and is of great significance.

For the first time, it's always very nostalgic.

Taking a step back, Qi Yi solemnly saluted Yang Luo with a standard salute.

Yang Luo did not return the salute and accepted it calmly.

At this moment, Yang Luo can not return the salute, this is his moment of glory, this is what he deserves.