On the side of the Pensacola Naval Air Station, Chen Ming hugged the two brothers in front of him.

"Take care, Chen!"

In addition to the beginning of the Afuhan War, what caught Chen Ming off guard was that the bald eagle president of this world was extraordinarily biao. After hearing that Irako also had al-Qaeda, he directly included Irako in the Axis of Terrorist Organizations, and now the pressure on the bald eagles facing a two-front war is even greater.

Military camps across the country are busy with the first dispatch. Chen Ming was also dispatched to Basra Forward Airport on the front line of Yilako to be in charge of the transportation work. White was sent to the Aforhan front.

Luckily, John stayed in China to take charge of the release assignment, and Mafu was the first of them to set foot on an aircraft carrier. Bidding farewell to everyone, Chen Ming turned around and walked into the cabin of a C130 in the parking area.

It took some time to stop for supplies during the flight, and Chen Ming arrived at the military airfield in Basra two days later. Not far from the station is a barracks. Look at the uniforms should be the barracks of the Marine Corps.

Chen Ming walked out of the cabin, and the distant roar of gunfire came from his ears. Is this what the battlefield tastes like? Chen Ming, who stepped on the battlefield for the first time, didn't have time to think about it, and walked directly to the office of the person in charge of the station.

Chen Ming had seen the map of Irako during the flight, and he did not expect that in just a few days, the Bald Eagle army could advance so quickly. As he walked, Chen Ming tried to cast his gaze out to see what the war zone looked like.

However, apart from the sprawling battlefield fence, there was nothing but two small dilapidated buildings. Well, now the small building is gone. With the sound of two explosions, two small buildings also fell to the ground.

It is not allowed to have such a commanding height near the airfield in the theater of operations, where the inside of the station can be observed.

The person in charge of the Basra station was a lieutenant colonel, and Chen Ming received his assignment and took a copy of the layout of the Basra station and the PAD from him, and then turned around and went out.

His task was to lead a group of orderly soldiers and be responsible for the transportation of transport planes. Transport aircraft transporting different "goods" require them to be guided to different parking positions and then unloaded.

Chen Ming's orderlies had just reinforced the number of platoons, and Chen Ming complained about the rigidity of the bald eagle while enjoying his leisure. Every day, he only needs to arrange the tasks of his soldiers according to the updated flights on the pad for the arrival of the day, and then supervise it and it's done.

When they leave work on time in the evening, there will be another group of people in charge of the night shift to take their work. If it weren't for the occasional explosions outside the station, or the roar of cars coming from the Marine barracks next door. Chen Ming seemed to feel that he was not in the war zone at all, but some relatively busy domestic airport.

"Shet, can you look at the road?"

"I'm sorry, sir."

Chen Ming, who had just walked out of the dormitory door, was suddenly mixed with something under his feet. A private is lying on the ground, hooking his back collar with an obstacle removal robot and holding a remote control in his hand. Just so arrogantly crossed Chen Ming's feet.

Looking at the smiling apology on the face of the private, Chen Ming shook his head helplessly and walked towards the airport area. These days, he's gotten used to the way of these bald eagle soldiers.

Optimistic European and American fishers will find ways to have fun for themselves wherever they are.

"Lieutenant!"

Chen Ming raised his arm and saluted the group of soldiers who had just stepped out of the cabin.

"Hey, be careful."

Chen Ming saw a young man who seemed to be a little airsick squatting on the route of the armored vehicle, and quickly grabbed the upper edge of his bulletproof vest and dragged him back.

"If your head is a little dizzy, take a deep breath."

Chen Ming patted the soldier on the back without being too harsh.

"Thank you, sir. I'm PFC Phelps, Chance Phelps. From Colorado. ”

Private Chance took two deep breaths and felt a little more comfortable. Quickly raise your arms and salute.

"Lieutenant Chen, Pensacola."

"Let's get back to the team as soon as it's better."

Chen Ming didn't stay too long after returning the salute, turned around and walked towards the stationmaster's office.

Chance's performance just now reminded him of one thing, and after successfully applying for two cans of white paint, Chen Ming returned to the unloading area. In the middle of the white lacquered path, the words "Armored Route" are sprayed. This will not only prevent the driver of the armored vehicle from looking at the wrong route, but also remind the soldiers who step out of the cabin to be careful not to stand in the wrong place.

"Welcome to Basra, fat cat."

Chen Ming stood in front of a stopped C130, gesturing and talking to the crew in the headset.

As for the code name FatCat, Chen Ming is no longer surprised. even felt that this crew was more shy, and when he was busy before, Chen Ming also guided a crew that gave himself the code name of the bald eagle stallion.

"Oh, lo and behold. There was actually an officer who guided us, the fat cat loves you, dear. ”

Well, I take back the more shy assessment of this crew just now. Chen Ming was full of black lines and carried out his own guidance work.

"Hey, why didn't you speak? We've pulled a lot of good goods on this trip, and they're all good-looking and good-looking, so you'll love them. ”

I like a ghost, don't you know that you're transporting soldiers on this trip? Chen Ming listened to this chatter in his headphones, and his face became darker and darker. This unit, how is GAY angry?

Chen Ming inserted the pad that he had just pulled out to check the flight information back into his pants pocket, and guided the fat cat to stop. Pick up the flight plan and walk into the cockpit, and after completing the handover with a black face, he stepped off the plane and prepared to arrange a refueling truck to come over for refueling.

When Chen Ming stepped off the plane, his pupils shrank slightly. The guys in this crew really didn't brag. The soldiers standing by the cabin now gave Chen Ming a very different feeling from the soldiers before.

Their weapons are all painted in earthy yellow paint, and there are not many tactical kits on their guns, but everyone is different, and they all choose the best configuration that suits them best.

As Chen Ming's gaze swept over, those soldiers also looked over. Perhaps because they were all in the navy, they did not regard Chen Ming's gaze as a provocation. One of the soldiers grinned and peeled off his bulletproof vest, revealing the skill badge above the name strip of his camouflage uniform.

An eagle hovered over an anchor, grabbing a transversely placed trident with one foot and an honest musket with the other.

The badge sewn with black thread doesn't look as bright as the metal badge from a distance. But this badge really shocked Chen Ming's heart.

This is the famous Navy SEAL in the previous life. It is also the special forces of the Bald Eagle Navy, which belongs to the kind of troops that I have heard of, but Chen Ming has never seen before.

Chen Ming raised his arm and saluted, and the soldiers of the commando team also saluted in return. Although they were awesome, an officer offered to salute them. In the hierarchical and rigid Bald Eagle army, this is already a very face-saving behavior, and they naturally will not hold their own shelves and not return the salute.

As they gathered and walked away, Chen Ming returned to his original life.

This little episode was quickly forgotten.