After taking the "reward" and looking at it carefully, Long Yun was indeed a little confused, could this be his salary?

What he was holding now was a cheque signed by the "New Arab Central Bank" that read, "10,000 roubles to be cashed by the note."

Seeing that the newcomer to the East was a little incomprehensible, Lieutenant Colonel Ahmed, who was on the thin side, told him with a calm face and a calm tone, this was a commendation conveyed by the command, rewarding him for shooting down a "Jaguar" in the noon anti-air raid battle, and also allowing the ground troops to capture a Liberal pilot alive, so according to the reward standard for volunteer pilots to shoot down enemy planes, he was awarded 10,000 yuan in cash.

The so-called "cash" can be spent directly in the new party-controlled area, or it can be used at any time to go to the bank to exchange the equivalent of the three major currencies -- of course, there is a premise for this, that is, the new party power that endorses the bank must deposit zài.

"Please take it, 'Red Dragon', you deserve it.

In addition, there is another thing, the shooting down of the 'Jaguar' at noon, please do not mention it in the base: our propaganda agency wants to set off a smoke screen and is ready to say that the plane was shot down by small-caliber anti-aircraft guns. This makes the people at FIAF a little jealous, although I'm not sure if they'll be able to see the news. ”

"Oh—understood, Lieutenant Colonel."

He replied to Ahmed, who was bearded and had a good complexion, Long Yun felt that this title was a bit awkward, but he already knew just now that the 3rd Independent Squadron did not have a squadron leader in the real sense, so he had to call him a lieutenant colonel.

In the overstretched NATA formation, the "3rd Independent Squadron", an air force consisting of half foreign volunteer pilots (who fly Su-27SKM, Su-27SK and Su-27UBK) and half Iraqi pilots (who fly Su-27UBK to learn how to fight), is directly under the orders of the Central Command of the new party. It is one of the only two main fighter squadrons that the current new political regime can rely on; Compared to the "Separate 10th Tactical Fighter Squadron" deployed in Mosul, the capital of the new political power, equipped with J-10A/AS fighters. The latter is mainly responsible for defending the capital's airspace. Therefore, the 3rd Independent Squadron has become the only elite force in the hands of the new party that can be put into the battlefield at any time, and it is also highly valued by the command.

However, when it comes to "attaching importance to it", after completing the formalities, he walked to his temporary camp tent with his bag on his back, Long Yun walked and looked in this temporarily opened field base, and heard the "boom" of the ZIL-131 power generation vehicle in his ears, he probably glanced at the busy ground staff under the tall tent, and the support vehicles and some other equipment parked next to him were all dilapidated, so he knew that the new Iraqi party was in a difficult situation now, and NATA estimated that it was the same.

Seeing that the security situation of the base is not optimistic. Long Yun subconsciously touched the pocket of his jacket, and the signed check inside was lying quietly between the two layers of fabric, and he suddenly felt that this thin piece of paper had more weight.

A check for ten thousand rubles, converted into dollars, is two and a half thousand, and if you simply compare the amount of the bounty, this figure is four hundred times worse than the million dollars promised by Marconon before; At that time, he rejected the invitation of the mysterious man, and now he was in the temporary base of NATA in poor conditions, but Long Yun did not feel sorry at all, or underestimate this number. He remembered how many days the Iraqi vendors who used to sell scones and fruit in carts had to brave the scorching sun and sand. to earn this fleeting $2,500 bill in the glitzy world.

With such an emotional feeling, he walked to the door of the tent and lifted the curtain, Long Yun was about to bow down and walk in, but he heard a familiar impatient voice:

“Hurry_up_OK？ Watch_the_mosquitoes！ (Hurry up, watch out for mosquitoes!) ）”

“W、What？”

Quite surprised to get into the tent, Long Yun looked at the young man sitting next to the marching bed in the tent, reading a book by the cold light, thinking to himself What is the situation with this person, now that the cold wind is blowing outside, how can there be any mosquitoes?

But doubts are doubts, and when he looked at it in the bright light, he opened his mouth wide and his eyes widened, who is this guy in a desert camouflage uniform, why does he feel so familiar when he looks at it, it seems to be very similar to the "weird" Qi Hui he met in the previous game...... No, no, it's just very similar, this guy can't be Qi Hui!

"-You, you're Qi Hui?!"

“……？”

Hearing a word of Chinese rushed out of Long Yun's mouth, the person who was surprised now changed to a young man sitting and reading a book, turned his head and stared at Long Yun's face for several seconds, Qi Hui gradually put away a look of surprise, he closed the book and put it on the edge of the bed, and then stood up a little happily, stretched out his hand to the comer, and grinned:

"No, I said Captain Dragon; What's going on, I didn't expect to see you in this hellish place. ”

……

It was already dark at night, and most of the light-controlled temporary base at Fort Scharqat had become pitch black.

On the silent open ground, only the anti-aircraft warning radar and ZSU-23-4 self-propelled anti-aircraft guns deployed around the base were still on duty, tirelessly sweeping the night sky again and again with shadowless electromagnetic waves.

At this time in the past, in the Middle East, where the technical level of the battlefield is not high and night battles rarely occur, people who are not on duty at night in the air base can rest assured and sleep well; However, today, there is a new volunteer pilot in the base, and the situation is naturally a little different.

In the only fixed building in the entire temporary base, a simple bungalow where the lights can be turned on with confidence, Lieutenant Colonel Sami Ahmed, the squadron leader, made a short opening remarks of a few sentences before the regular briefing, introducing the new Oriental young man who joined the 3rd Independent Squadron to the pilots in the room, and also briefly introduced the pilots in the squadron to Long Yun.

“…… Then, from now on, we will all fight side by side and be born and die together. 'Red Dragon', I hope you get along well with your comrades-in-arms and be able to witness the arrival of victory with everyone. ”

“…… Ah, you see, old Sammy is a little unlucky. ”

When Lieutenant Colonel Ahmed finished speaking and was about to give a tactical lecture, Qi Hui, who was sitting next to Long Yun, looked left and right, and then whispered in his ear in Chinese:

"The last time I came to Canadian, he said the same thing; As a result, the guy's old SK made a strong oil leak in the sky and made a forced landing on the outskirts of Tikrit, and now it is said that the man is already in prison in Baghdad. ”

"Ah......?"

Just got to know this old acquaintance who is also from China and is also the partner who will act later, Long Yun doesn't know much about Qi Hui's cynical character, but he consciously snooped in his hand, knowing that this guy didn't have any bad intentions when he said these words, but was just telling cold jokes to entertain himself, so he shrugged his shoulders and responded easily:

"That's fine; After all, even if you stay in prison all the time, you can still live to witness the victory. ”

"W-What?"

Originally, he was heartless and said a few ridiculous words, but when he heard Long Yun's reply, Qi Hui tilted his head and looked at the new partner suspiciously, as if he noticed that this guy was extraordinary, "I'll go, squat in prison to welcome victory, how can it remind me of the revolutionary martyrs of the White Mansion and the Dregs Cave, Captain Long, you really want to be a person." ”

"Really? …… Why don't I think so,"

Having just joined the collective of the 3rd Independent Squadron, Long Yun's attention was mainly on the strangers around him, he turned his head to look at it while snooping with his consciousness, and soon knew that three of the dozen or so foreign volunteer pilots present were from Soviet Russia, two from the United States, and several from Georgia, Kyrgyzstan, Finland and other countries.

Looking at it like this, there are really people from all countries, that is, a veritable "international column"?

At this time, seeing Lieutenant Colonel Ahmed clearing his throat and preparing to speak, he patted Qi Hui on the shoulder and asked him to be quiet:

"Alright, alright, let's listen to the chief first."

Knocking on the table to signal everyone to be quiet, as in the usual combat seminars, Sami Ahmed first briefly reported the latest battle situation sent by the command, which he basically brought in a few sentences, because the pilots present could read the materials for themselves; Then, based on these circumstances, the narrative is carried out, so that the pilots, especially the volunteer pilots, can clarify the next phase of the battle plan and objectives:

“…… Overall, because of the Liberal offensive, FIAF fighter jets are more active, and our 3rd Squadron is now facing greater air pressure.

Here, it must be emphasized again that the purpose of our operations is not to seize air supremacy in the theater or to confront FIAF's air superiority fighters head-on. Of course, as a veteran pilot who has fought for many years, I fully understand your enthusiasm for fighting; But now it is clear that NATA, or our independent 3rd squadron, is at a great disadvantage in terms of strength, and in this case, it is more important to preserve strength and maintain a sense of survival than to fight bravely against the enemy.

Okay, so plan your next actions under this big principle, and our plan is ......"

By the mercury light in the room, he withdrew from the table to the map on the wall, and Lieutenant Colonel Ahmed picked up a slender wooden pole and pointed back and forth on the large map of 1:600,000, providing the pilots with a plan for their next mission.

After listening to the chair for a few minutes, Long Yun found that the lieutenant colonel's explanation was different from his previous study at the military academy or the combat meeting in the parallel world, both the content and the requirements were very concise, and did not involve specific combat plans. (To be continued......)