The clock hanging on the wall kept ticking minute by minute without stopping, gradually pointing to twelve o'clock.

Yang Luo flipped through the book in front of him page by page, but couldn't remember a single word. He felt weak and irritable, so he simply threw the book away, stood up, walked to the door, and looked up at the stars.

It was past twelve o'clock, and it was already September 1st, which happened to be the first day of the eighth lunar month. The weather was quite good, and the moon showed only a barely visible crescent. The blue starry sky was dotted with countless gems, twinkling in the sky.

Blinking his eyes, he seemed to be looking down at the earth.

"Scorpion, do you think they can win?" Yang Luo looked up at the starry sky for a while and suddenly asked.

"God knows." Xue Fei raised his head, looked at Yang Luo at the door, and said, "I said you can't be quiet for a while. We'll find out when they come back."

"I can't calm down." Yang Luo said persistently, "Guess, if you guess it right, I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Big dinner?"

"During the holidays, we will ask for leave together and treat you to food outside." Yang Luo said.

"Well, that's okay." Xue Fei nodded and said, "Let me think about it, we are dispatching the whole group, and the 121st group should be the same. Two groups versus one group, the probability of winning is quite high, I guess it can

win."

"The 123rd Regiment has fewer aircraft than our two regiments combined, but I remember that for the sake of balance, the air defense force near Anxian Station was temporarily assigned to the command of the 123rd Regiment. They have the help of the air defense force, and you are so sure that we can win.

?" Yang Luo looked at Xue Fei and wondered where he got his confidence.

Xue Fei said: "Although I don't know the specific battle plan, since the captain and the others dare to dispatch all of them, even ignoring the defense of the field, they must have a foolproof plan."

Yang Luo said: "The 123rd Regiment is not a fool. It should also have countermeasures. I'm afraid it won't be that easy to win, right?"

"I'm talking about madman, what's your mentality? Do you want our team to win or lose?" Xue Fei said dissatisfied.

Yang Luo was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "I both hope to win, but I don't hope to win. Look, if the group leader and the others win, nothing will happen to us tonight; but if they don't win, the 123rd group will definitely

If we have to counterattack, then we have a chance to go up, right? Of course, in the final result, I still hope that our team can win."

Xue Fei said: "After all, you just want to go up there."

"That's right." Yang Luo laughed.

Xue Fei curled his lips, looked up at the time, walked to the door, looked into the dark sky in the distance, and said: "It's almost half past twelve, someone should be coming back soon."

Sure enough, not long after, the roar of the engine sounded, from far to near, and after a while, it reached the sky above the station, and then landed.

The person who came back was a pilot from the 121st Regiment. As soon as he got out of the commuter car, Yang Luo couldn't wait to ask: "How is the situation?"

Perhaps because he was unhappy that he was the first one to be shot down, the pilot of the 121st Regiment gave Yang Luo a sidelong glance with a dark face, and without saying a word, he went straight inside to change his clothes.

Yang Luo, who was ignored, whispered unhappily: "Why are you pulling? I'm not the first one to be beaten down."

Xue Fei hurriedly said: "Didn't you see that his face looked bad? Just stop talking. If he hears it, it will only cause trouble."

In the next ten minutes, pilots returned to the station one after another, came to the duty room to change clothes, and then returned to the living area to rest.

Some of the returning pilots were locked onto the aircraft of the 123rd Regiment for three seconds and were deemed to have been shot down, while others were locked onto the aircraft by anti-aircraft fire and were deemed to have been shot down.

Among the pilots who returned, there were pilots from the three groups, and even three of the four J-10B pilots from the 121st Regiment returned. Maybe they are the focus of attention.

Their faces were also all kinds of strange. Some were dark-faced and didn't say a word, probably because they had not achieved any results. Some were beaming with joy, just missing a few words written on their faces. "I'm very happy." This must mean they shot down at least one plane.

mentality; some are calm and calm, with no emotion or anger visible...

When everyone returns, no matter what their expression, Yang Luo will ask: "How is the situation? Have you won?"

In fact, Yang Luo knew very well that the battle would definitely continue until the large army returned.

Yang Luo learned from these returning pilots that the 123rd Regiment had already been prepared. They also took off before twelve o'clock and set up an ambush to wait for the 122nd Regiment. If they had not discovered it early, the entire army might have been wiped out.

Yang Luo counted and found that there were twenty-seven pilots returning one after another. The 122nd Regiment plus the 121st Regiment had only taken off a total of thirty-four aircraft. The battle loss ratio was as high as 80%. It can be said that

Extremely tragic.

It was not until 12:40 that the regiment leader Hu Zhongming returned with the remaining fighter planes, and the first wave of attacks in September was concluded.

This attack ended very quickly. The actual combat time was less than twenty minutes. The rest of the time was spent in flight. From Dongling Station to Anxian Station, it took about twenty minutes to fly at cruising speed.

Hu Zhongming got off the commuter bus with a face full of exhaustion, but there was a smile in his eyes, and he was obviously very happy. The other six people were equally exhausted, but they also looked happy. One of them was Ye Jianlong, and Zhao Long was the one who had been there before.

Back.

Win!

Yang Luo already knew the answer, but he still asked knowingly: "Captain, what was the result? Did you win?"

Hu Zhongming walked past Yang Luo, patted Yang Luo on the shoulder, and said happily: "We won."

It's a good start and the first victory in the simulated confrontation drill is indeed worthy of joy.

"Well, you won. Captain, tell me and Xiezi the specific story. We are always worried." Yang Luo pretended to be happy.

In fact, Yang Luo doesn't know how to describe his mood. If you say he is happy, that's for sure. After all, the 122nd Group won, and he is proud of it. If he says he is unhappy, it seems a little bit. After all, basically tonight

There is no chance to go for a swim.

Hu Zhongming walked to the locker room and said: "Today is too tiring and too late. Tomorrow...oh, it should be today. Let's talk about it together during the review."

"Okay." After Yang Luo finished speaking, he seemed to remember something again and asked, "Hey, Captain, will the review be in the morning or afternoon?"

Hu Zhongming thought for a while and said: "In the afternoon, let them have a good rest in the morning."

"Madman, tonight is most likely Christmas Eve, and you have no chance to go up there." Ye Jianlong smiled, and he could see Yang Luo's mentality at a glance.

Yang Luo snorted unhappily, ignored Ye Jianlong, turned back to the duty room, sat down and continued reading.

Ye Jianlong didn't take it seriously at all, turned around and happily hummed a song and went in to change his clothes.
Chapter completed!