Chen Ming twisted his luggage and stood at the door of the barracks of the aviation brigade, waiting for his future boss to come and collect people.

Chen Ming?!! Hey, it's you! ”

"Senior Brother Wang?! Why are you? ”

Chen Ming, who heard the voice, turned his head and was surprised to find that he had actually met an acquaintance.

"Hey, don't call me senior brother, call me Brother Wang, you don't know my old man, I always think that I went to fly to slap him in the face of the head of a ship department."

Wang Wei, squadron leader of the first squadron of the aviation brigade, said while taking Chen Ming's luggage.

"I saw that a pilot who had returned from Bald Eagle was going to be parachuted in to be the deputy captain, and his name was Chen Ming. I thought it was a duplicate name, but I didn't expect it to be you. Now I guess the old man won't let you go, let's hide in the south honestly. Hahaha! ”

"Hey, Senior Brother Wang, don't do that. When I came out of the shipyard, Lao Wang's face was full of pride when he mentioned you. Besides, you can hide like this for a few years, you're over thirty. I'll go back with you for the Chinese New Year this year, and it just so happens that I haven't gone back to see Lao Wang after coming out for so many years. He misses you. ”

Hearing Chen Ming's words, a trace of guilt flashed in Wang Wei's expression.

"Okay, I promise you. Let's not talk about that now, let's go, I'll take you to meet the brothers, and our warhawks. Brothers, you have heard that your son has been on an aircraft carrier in Bald Eagle and can land on an aircraft carrier. You can't hide your secrets, these skills must be taught to your brothers, otherwise I won't hear anything with you? ”

Now is not the era when the apprentices of the church starve to death of the master, Wang Wei's request Chen Ming agreed with a smile.

The two went to the pilot's dormitory first and packed Chen Ming's luggage. The standard of the pilot's dormitory is one room for two people, and Chen Ming, as a squadron leader at the deputy battalion level, is barely enough to meet the minimum standard of sub-rooming, and a single room is naturally allocated in the dormitory.

The Southeast Fleet Aviation Brigade is a high-level establishment, and the brigade is at the regimental level and the squadron battalion level. An aviation squadron has three flying squadrons and a total of 12 fighters. Just as Chen Ming and Wang Wei were cleaning up their rooms, the remaining ten pilots of the first squadron rushed one after another.

A group of proud sons squeezed into Chen Ming's dormitory with a bang, helping to clean the room and make the bed. There is a lot of strength in the crowd, and in about ten minutes, Chen Ming's single room has been completely renewed.

"A bunch of cats that smell fishy, why don't you usually see you tidying up my room?"

Listening to Wang Wei's rather emotional words, everyone in the room burst out laughing. Under Wang Wei's introduction, after getting to know each other, they walked bustling towards the station together.

"Chen Ming, the fighter of our brigade is J-8II, which is a very good aircraft in China. But I know that you are flying the F18 in the Bald Eagle, and now we are the best in addition to the su27 of the Air Force with two regiments of the third-generation aircraft. It's just a little wronged by you. ”

Wang Wei took the lead and introduced to Chen Ming as he walked.

"Where are the grievances, our eighth master is also very good."

If you don't want to fly a better plane, that's a lie, but that's not the case. Moreover, the eighth master has guarded the airspace for many years, and it is not a good aircraft. It's just that it's a bit out of step with the times.

After visiting the landline, Chen Ming began the modification training. Once again, the "good habits" training of Instructor Charlie came in handy. After adapting to the driving system of the J-8II, Chen Ming's modification progress is progressing rapidly. It's the habit of landing that causes the inspector to keep smacking his tongue.

How do you have a mine? Holding the plane so smashed. Fortunately, it is not a civil aviation inspection, and there are gentle requirements for landing. Although there are some complaints about Chen Ming's heavy landing every time he lands with a grudge against the main wheel, the flaws are not hidden. Two weeks later, Chen Ming still passed the modification training.

In the evening of the setting sun, a group of eleven people wearing flight suits, carrying flight helmets on their left arms, and flying sunglasses on their faces walked out of the combat readiness room next to the station in a neat queue.

Under the command of the commander Wang Wei, they walked to the tarmac in unison. The setting sun pulled a long shadow behind them. The busy field soldiers in the distance looked at this place, and their eyes were full of undisguised envy.

Walking in front of his landline, Chen Ming saluted the crew standing on the side. After filling out the message on the plane record form, Chen Ming climbed the gangway.

"Chen, you have to think of a code name of your own, and I'll tell my brothers later. And now you fly wingman with me, and I'll familiarize you with our patrol air domain these days. After completing the cruise, return to the night for low-visibility landing training. ”

Chen Ming saw that he was sitting in the cockpit and was conducting a pre-drive inspection when he heard Wang Wei's voice in the cockpit of the fighter next door. Stretch out your right arm and pen an OK gesture.

"Communication test!"

"Mole received!"

"Gopher received!"

"Vole received!"

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"Bamboo rat received!"

Chen Ming heard a group of "rats" in the headphones, his face was a little dark. You guys a bunch of pilots, don't take some code names like eagles, big birds, etc., the whole group of rats is a ghost? But following the local customs, Chen Ming had to get a mouse code name for himself.

"What kind of rat is a bamboo rat?"

"Bamboo rat is a kind of rat that is particularly delicious after heat stroke. Do you want it? Three yuan one, ten yuan three. ”

A pilot's puzzled voice suddenly sounded in Chen Ming's headphones. Chen Ming thought about it and replied with a smile.

"Pull it down, you profiteer."

While chatting in the headphones, everyone did not stop what they were doing. After completing the driving inspection, Chen Ming stretched out his arm and made a gesture of completion to the maintenance staff under the cockpit.

As the gangway was slowly withdrawn, everyone activated the electric door. Slide out according to the order of distance between each machine and the entrance of the taxiway.

"Alright, you guys. I gave our squadron the code name of the Rat, just to hope that you can all stay underground like rats. Every time we fly, we can land safely. Why are you still playing? ”

Hearing the words of squadron leader Wang Wei ringing in the earphones, several pilots who were laughing held back their laughter.

"Tower, the bamboo rat is ready, please take off!"

Chen Ming's landline slowly slid into the take-off runway and stopped at the runway head. Chen Ming began to take off.

"Bamboo rats can take off. Westerly, Level 2. Upper height 3000, corrected sea pressure 1031. ”

Hey, how to control it suddenly changed to a female voice. Just when Chen Ming was puzzled, the sound of tower control came again.

"Bamboo rat, you're really a profiteer."

Chen Ming listened to the sound of holding back laughter in the headphones, as well as the laughter of his comrades-in-arms. With a black face, he pushed the throttle actuator to the end.

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