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After the exercise ended that day, Jun Yang was the last one in the world to know the whole story of Yan Mingxin's confrontation.

Zhang Yuanzhou, who heard about this a little earlier than him, did not hesitate to praise the blue team and approved of their tactics, because from his point of view, he had been in Zhilan's room for a long time and did not smell the fragrance. During Suzaku Port's service, he was able to find professional-level flaws, and he was brave and resourceful.

Jun Yang is preconceived, except for Yan Mingxin, he is not pleasing to see who wins, and he curses Lan Fang's villain in his heart.Of course he understands the truth that soldiers are never tired of deceit, and he also understands that in order to reduce casualties in war and achieve political and military goals as soon as possible, he can use any means, not to mention ambush?However, these two kinds of thinking belong to two areas of the brain, and they go their own way without interfering with each other.

He couldn't say anything, he was full of worries, and when he heard Zhang Yuanzhou commenting on this confrontation, his face became even more unkind.

But he couldn't eat inside and out anyway, he refuted Zhang Yuanzhou's face face to face, and could only keep silent in front of others.

After the shift change, on the way the two left the observation center, Zhang Yuanzhou asked him what he thought.

Jun Yang gritted his teeth for a day, and opened his mouth with sharp words: "If the exercise command finally approves the blue team's tactics, it will only make all military regions follow suit and focus on their own shortcomings for a period of time in the future. , At that time, it will become common practice to discard the basics and chase the end, and let national defense return to the era of building cars behind closed doors, and if you don’t pay attention, you will be derailed from the world.”

Zhang Yuanzhou didn't get used to his sharpness for a moment, he was taken aback for a moment: "How should I say?"

"Why was the bombing of Suzaku Port successful? If it was due to functional flaws in equipment and deficiencies in defense design, outsiders may have heard of it for the first time, and thought that the blue team took advantage of the gap to fight beautifully, but in the eyes of designers and engineers , They must have been aware of these problems for a long time. I believe they must be working hard to improve them. Leaks, that’s a cliché, saying that we should strengthen patrols, self-inspection, and anti-espionage. But are they? They didn’t really succeed in bribery, they just justified themselves. This confrontation is not enough to explain that there is a problem in our team. "

Zhang Yuanzhou still wanted to say something, but Jun Yang said again: "What's more, no matter what kind of hazards are obvious, there is no need to take it to the official exercise to verify. The exercise subjects and scenario presets are changing every year. The most important thing is to study from which direction the enemy will attack, how to attack, and how we can use existing means to resolve the crisis."

Zhang Yuanzhou crossed his hips, turned half a circle on the spot, and digested for a while.

In the end, he patted Jun Yang on the shoulder: "I understand what you mean. Everyone has a curiosity-seeking psychology. Today's incident is because I haven't passed the novelty, and I didn't see it through for a while. But I have to say, this time The blue team played really well, and it’s not bad. If it were me, I couldn’t do it anyway. If it were you, could you do it?”

Jun Yang replied, "Yes."

"Huh?" Zhang Yuanzhou was over thirty years old and still had a strong thirst for knowledge, so he opened his eyes wide and asked the bottom line, "How to do it?"

When Jun Yang remembered that Yan Mingxin's grades were ruled invalid, he felt sorry for his grades and Yan Ming's confidence. He was so anxious that he didn't have time to think about it for a while, so he said angrily: "Forget it, it's useless to talk about it on paper. .”

The next day came the recruitment of reverse operations.

This time, Jun Yang acted on hearing the wind, followed his words, and immediately listed various tactical plans. Zhang Yuanzhou was shocked by his words, but also confused by his words. He developed inexplicable confidence and blood out of thin air. Please.

They were the first department to respond to the recruitment, but they were late because of the special type of arms and the many equipment involved.

As soon as this person appeared on the ruined island where the cars were chugging around and the horses were rustling, Yan Mingxin felt that the air around him changed its tone, it was not so tough.

"What's the name, don't mention it soon." His palms were itchy, so he quickly got a vaccination first, and reminded, "Hey, there's business here."

Jun Yang said without hesitation, "Of course I know."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

He answered too quickly, the one who spoke frankly and righteously under the sun, Yan Mingxin who was obviously the one being scratched, turned out to be having an evil heart.

"Then why are you here?" Yan Mingxin licked his lips, before Jun Yang could say anything, he said first, "Forget it, let's talk while walking, go inside and find some water to drink."

"I'm not thirsty," Jun Yang let go of his hand, "You go first."

Yan Mingxin's brow was sweating, and he asked, "Why are you going?"

"I'm not here to travel." Jun Yang looked back at the transport plane.

The transport plane was much bigger than the fighter plane, and it couldn't get into the temporary hangar that had just been built. A dozen people were unloading under the merciless scorching sun. Zhang Yuanzhou happened to bring a few people over here.

"They want to adjust the radio, and I also want to go to the hangar." Jun Yang looked down at the palm of his hand, then at Yan Mingxin, and said vaguely, "Get down to business first, and see you later."

Yan Mingxin: "..."

As the team leader, Yan Mingxin certainly couldn't go to enjoy the cold and drink tea by himself.

The tactics have not yet been formulated, and the personnel have not yet been reorganized, but the refitting against the clock has already begun.For the software, the technicians destroyed the decoding program in the transponder to prevent it from being regarded as a friendly aircraft by the radar and affect justice; for the hardware, the mechanics covered the body with patches made of wave-absorbing materials to conceal the original nationality, Troop logo.

Their "team logo" was printed on the new patch. The pattern was randomly found in the database. The painting showed a vicious eye emerging from a cloud of black mist, which looked a little scary.

After all, their current identities are "enemies".

The microwave-absorbing material has high requirements on the process, and the step of patching is only a pretreatment, and subsequent experimental testing is required to prevent the effect from being unsatisfactory.Time was running out, and the technicians used the hangar as a workshop assembly line to remodel in batches. Already, more than a dozen fighters had changed their names and surnames.

During the battle, it is very likely that even the real body of the enemy plane cannot be seen, let alone the logo printed on the fuselage. This kind of alteration is only to give the pilot a psychological hint-believe in the situation and have fighting spirit.

Yan Mingxin saw several technicians approaching 322 from afar, some building ladders, and some handing over tools.

He couldn't bear to see 322 being altered, so he quickly looked away. After thinking about it, he felt that it was very disrespectful to do so, and he should face it together.

He looked at 322 and said solemnly: "If I lose, I will feel sorry for them."

"Why?" Jun Yang asked, "You don't need to put pressure on yourself. The people who came here today are all voluntary. I guess everyone has already had a certain idea, thinks it is feasible, and is willing to try, so they will join the people in the team. Respond to recruitment. Does such a courageous and insightful person need others to bear the failure?"

"I'm talking about them." Yan Mingxin raised his chin, "Many people have a record of 0 losses. If they are shot down in this operation, will they be very sad?"

"..." Jun Yang pinched the bridge of his nose, and thought to himself, why aren't you so sentimental when you beat someone down?

He couldn't express his opinion for the fighter, so he stretched out his hand, patted Yan Mingxin's shoulder, and said seriously: "Then don't lose."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Mingxin was startled by him: "What are you doing?"

Jun Yang: "...what am I doing?"

Yan Mingxin hurriedly looked around, and complained softly: "I'm sorry to let people see it later."

"Are you thinking too much?" Jun Yang held him firmly, motionless, dismissive of his fuss, "I appease my comrades, how normal is this posture? Let me hold it with another person, you can see from behind look."

Yan Mingxin said emphatically on the spot: "No."

"Oh." Jun Yang smiled knowingly and tightened his arms.

Those present were all models they were familiar with. Zhang Yuanzhou communicated with the maintenance crew, and was able to adjust them with ease. From time to time, he ran to the hangar, gestured to the distant tower, and called the pilot to test the flight. It seemed that everything was going well. .

"The blue team ambushed in Suzaku Port, and they attacked by surprise. Now the whole army knows that we are going to sneak attack on various ports and airports, as well as our aircraft type, sorties, weapon types, and quantity." Yan Mingxin sighed softly, "The answer is everything." It’s gotten to this level, is there still something you can’t hold on to?”

"What does it matter? Napoleon emphasized the role of subjective consciousness, saying that 'the proportion of spirit to matter is three to one'. In modern warfare, it is common for the inferior to win the superior." Jun Yang didn't care, "What's more, we Not weak, we have almost all first-class equipment in our hands, but there are only a few fewer people. Even if we use our own spear to attack our own shield, and give the spear and shield to two people separately, the results will be different due to the different levels of operators. .”

The temporary hangar has only a roof and is empty on all sides.Jun Yang looked at Yan Mingxin sideways, and behind them was a desolate island, with sparse vegetation in the distance, random varieties, and random growth.

But the presence of this person often made him forget that this place is poor and the conditions are horribly simple, and he also forgot that the situation in front of them is severe, and the date of the start of the mission is getting closer.

It's like a paradise, a resort.

There was a faint cloud of sadness in Yan Mingxin's eyes, which could not be blown away by the passing sea breeze.

Jun Yang looked at it, and suddenly said: "I used to drive 1151, and I told them not to arrange my night shift."

Yan Mingxin quickly regained his senses and asked, "Why?"

"Because I'm too ruthless," Jun Yang said without changing his expression, "When it gets dark, I'm afraid of myself."

"...haha!" Yan Mingxin took two seconds to react to the sudden cold joke. With a smile, his eyes brightened again, "You are ruthless, so tell me, what should we do now?"

As far as matters are concerned, Jun Yang originally wanted to suggest that he call people together for a meeting to get familiar with each other, but after seeing his eyes, Jun Yang changed his mind and said: "Don't worry about other things, I think you should go to sleep now .You have blood in your eyes."

"No, no, no." It's not that Yan Mingxin didn't sleep well, he saw 322 and its brothers being painted, and the patches covered the logo he was proud of, so he couldn't accept it for a while.

That was the belief he fought for, and it was the brilliance guarded by two generations of his family. Even if it was just a form, he couldn't face it lightly, and his eyes instantly became hot.

It seems too hypocritical to say it.

But without a valid reason, he couldn't explain why he was jealous, Jun Yang threatened him with a hug and drove him back to the lounge.

Just as Yan Mingxin lay down, he sat up again like a spring: "Bring me the folder."

"Can you sleep with yours, don't worry about it so much? I'll sift it for you first." Jun Yang sat at the table, holding the folder far away with one hand, pressing his shoulder with the other, and pushed him down, " I really love to worry, when I was the captain, I didn’t do anything, I didn’t even have to cook by myself.”

Yan Mingxin said: "Aren't you a bully? Our captain always feeds me instead."

Jun Yang snorted, and said disdainfully, "Let him be free."

After all, he continued to study the port information compiled and reported by the squadrons.

Some people are quite insightful and write clearly and logically, but the truth or falsehood needs further investigation;

But looking at...

What the heck.

Jun Yang belatedly recalled the taste, and thought: Yan Mingxin is tall and tall, with long arms and legs, why does he ask the captain to cook for him?

He comforted himself, at least Yan Mingxin was taken care of by others, not at a disadvantage, but at the same time, he gradually began to hate himself for not being able to enter the Fengtian Military Region, otherwise he should be the one who cooks.

Then there is the old-fashioned tricks that are ready to move, vaguely about to break out of the ground... Jun Yang's knuckles are unconsciously pinched, he knows his own emotional cycle very well, and it will take his time to go back and forth like this. Spending time tangling about it.

Yan Mingxin lay on the bed and murmured: "I've closed my eyes, please read to me, read to me."

When there was no response, he began to moan and sigh, not sick.

"Snapped!"

Jun Yang closed the folder and shouted, "Yan Mingxin."

"Ah!" Yan Mingxin hurriedly opened his eyes, "Can you get up?"

"Not yet." Jun Yang leaned over and pinched his face lightly and firmly, "Look at me."

"Don't." Yan Mingxin's reflex arc had already formed. When he saw it, his heart beat wildly and his blood flowed wildly. He had a strong premonition, "Don't mess around, this is the base, not my home...there is still business to do!"

"Fucking you is not messing around." Jun Yang turned a deaf ear to the warning, and unbuttoned a button in his own way to facilitate activities, "Be more obedient, and we will hurry up."