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Chen Fei beca nervous for no reason and hurriedly jogged over.
He had just arrived when he saw that the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron had already assembled completely, gathering at more than twice the usual speed. Was this probably in response to a surprise that the new executive manager, Hanna Gagel, deliberately provoked?
"'Rookie,' co here!"
"Stand over here!"
A few veteran pilots waved at Chen Fei and pulled him into formation, where he stood in two rows with everyone else.
"What's going on?"
Chen Fei looked up at the hangar ceiling; the yellow light was still flashing, but he heard no alarm sound.
Carlos Silva Lane, also known as "Fragrant Orchid" beside Chen Fei, whispered, "Don't panic, it's not like last ti, this is a Level Two Combat Readiness."
First-Level Combat Readiness requires an ergency takeoff to et the enemy, Second-Level Combat Readiness involves taking the offensive, and Third-Level Combat Readiness ans to stand by for instant takeoff.
Not just Aircrew Base 911 but many aircrew bases adopt this standard plan to cope with different situations.
Just then, Big Bear, Chekhov, rushed over as well, and the deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper," Ilinei Rusios, reported loudly, "Report to Major Chekhov, the 'Genuine Fragrance' Combat Squadron is fully assembled, expected seventeen, present seventeen!"
This ti, Major Chekhov Leonidovich Ivanov had not got overcharged; he was just disheveled, with his beard scruffy and even sporting a pair of dark circles under his eyes.
He cleared his throat and said after standing in front of the two rows of pilots, "Mission target: Aircrew Base 897; Combat plan: complete low-altitude surprise attack, retreat from combat within two minutes, do not engage with the enemy, refuel at Aircrew Base 909 on the return trip; Tactical objective: limited to the complete destruction of all ground targets; Weapon configuration: 500-kg cluster incendiary bombs, anti-radiation missiles, optional 250-kg high-explosive bombs, 250-kg cloud bombs, and 100-kg stink bombs, also fit auxiliary fuel tanks, anyone needing the restroom should hurry up, wear your diapers, we're departing in ten minutes, everyone clear?"
"Understood!" ×16
Chen Fei: "..."
We agreed we were hunting monsters, yet suddenly we're kicking in others' turf, is this really okay?
And we have to wear diapers???
Deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper," Ilinei Rusios, asked bluntly, "Chekhov, are we preparing for a corporate war?"
One aircrew base treating another as a target for attack, colleague against colleague, such things are truly unusual.
The purpose of an aircrew base is to monitor and control the sparse populated areas for lurking mutants and out-of-control otherworldly creatures, but attacking each other is extrely rare, how deep must the grudge be to escalate to a do-or-die situation.
"No, it's just a warning!"
As the person directly responsible for the combat force of Aircrew Base 911, Chekhov was not only the first to know of the combat plans but also discovered their tactical objective.
However, today's combat order ca from the headquarters of the Apocalypse Defense Group.
"A warning? Did Base 897 provoke us?"
Ilinei Rusios found it sowhat hard to understand.
From the numbers alone, Aircrew Base 897 is not near Aircrew Base 911; they're not even neighbors. There are at least one or two aircrew bases in between them, no wonder refueling at another base is required on the return trip, otherwise, they couldn't fly back.
"Indeed, they did provoke us, so we need to teach them a harsh lesson!"
Knowing the reason, Chekhov nodded but didn't elaborate.
He turned to Chen Fei, who was still standing dazed in place, and gestured, "Rookie, you're flying with , Plane 211, don't go to the wrong one!"
"Rookie" Chen Fei is Big Bear's new partner; although he couldn't fly solo yet, as a fire control operator, he was more than adequate.
A slight slip of the hand, and the giant dragon goes down.
This kind of fire control operator is sothing everyone would want.
"Got it!"
Chen Fei was about to run outside the hangar.
Chekhov, seeing that Chen Fei's running direction wasn't towards the restroom inside the hangar, quickly asked from behind, "Hey, where are you going!"
"Looking for soone to take care of Xiao Jiu."
Chen Fei didn't even turn his head back.
Chef Abel was resting, and the only person he could entrust was the Neanderthal elder, Barut, guarding the Energy Tower.
The steel-structured shed housing the Target Low Temperature Nuclear Fusion Energy Tower was almost like a small garden, just perfect for Little Bird to spend the whole day there. Besides, there were food and drink available, so there was no need to worry.
"Okay, that's exactly what I was going to say!"
Chekhov touched the back of his head.
He was going to remind Chen Fei to keep an eye on his little bird and not let the tiny thing get too close to the idling turboprop aircraft.
If the high-speed rotating propellers hit it, Biu... the bird would be gone instantly, and the propeller would need a flaw detection to determine if it could fly again. This outco was no different from mutual annihilation.
Ten minutes later, everyone was to board.
Five A-39B "Big Mouth Monsters," light turboprop attack aircraft loaded with fuel and ground munitions, one after another slid onto the main runway, and with full acceleration over three hundred ters, they lifted their noses and soared into the sky.
Inside Hangar 1, the emptied-out Big Mouth Monster with the paint number "216": Wait for ╥﹏╥...
If it weren't for the aircraft chanic Xiao Ming using it to entertain Chen Fei, it too would be ard to the teeth and joining the sortie.
Without the aircraft, the two pilots had to stay behind as the reserve team.
If sothing happened to the five "Big Mouth Monsters" carrying out the strike, they would be the last air superiority of the Aircrew Base 911.
Sitting in the rear seat of aircraft 211, Chen Fei leisurely programd the mounted weapons and casually asked, "Major Chekhov, was that 897 Aircrew Base the mastermind behind the ard group from the day before yesterday?"
Aircrew Base 911 wouldn't just randomly attack another aircrew base. The sudden combat mission suggested there was mostly likely sothing fishy going on.
"On the aircraft, you should call 'Peanut Butter,' got it, rookie?"
The Big Bear in the front seat waved his mortar-sized fist and warned nacingly.
The little rookie in the back seat imdiately shivered.
"Okay, 'Peanut Butter'!"
"Rookie, you guessed right—One-Eye caught a live one. Those fools even brought a suggestive agent. They administered a shot, and he spilled everything, hahaha. Can these guys be any more professional? Are they serious?"
The Big Bear laughed so hard he swayed from side to side, the turboprop aircraft subtly shaking with him.
Having soone sneak near the base to gather intelligence and then catching an employee, though destroy them all without getting anything substantial—just a waste of an ard group. But that doesn't an the Apocalypse Defense Group overseeing Aircrew Base 911 would just swallow this affront without a reaction.
With weapons at hand, the intent to kill naturally arises.
If they didn't teach the other side a lesson, what, is Apocalypse Defense running a charity? Combat orders were sent directly to Aircrew Base 911, indifferent to life or death, ready to fight at any disagreent—attack!
Chen Fei timidly reminded, "'Peanut Butter,' the communications channel is still open!"
"Uh..."
The overjoyed Chekhov suddenly felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly, and irritably said, "Why didn't you remind earlier?"
If it wasn't to his liking, even beauty was a re skull—no concerns whatsoever.
Chen Fei rolled his eyes.
How to remind him?
As soon as the aircraft took off, the communication channel was open. It wasn't sothing you could just turn off—high-level permissions are all on the ground control tower!
"One-Eye is listening..."
The icy voice of Executive Manager Hanna Gagar, devoid of any emotional fluctuations, resonated in everyone's ears.
You, the Big Bear, continue if you dare.
The "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron fell completely silent. The squadron leader's unabashed blather was heard by more than one person.
Chekhov, the little puppy: ...
He didn't even realize that this woman was a Wind-type Ability User—getting smashed on the ground was the lightest punishnt possible.
While the previous executive manager Morris Morgan couldn't do much about the Big Bear, this inspector from the Ministry of Internal Affairs headquarters wasn't the kind to show rcy; she was a tough one who had stord a cave alone to rescue people.
"Manager Hanna, 'Peanut Butter' didn't an it. He's just loose-lipped,"
the pilot of the wing aircraft, "Devil Pepper" Iline Rusios, hastily spoke up for the Big Bear.
Chen Fei, behind the Big Bear, gleefully gestured a 666.
You the boss, go ahead with your performance, don't bow to evil powers. Though millions may stand against you, you proceed alone.
Chen Fei never tired of seeing the Big Bear, Chekhov, getting a dressing down.
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