Yang Luo waited alone on the tarmac for more than half an hour before Ye Jianlong and Lu Yonghao set up their planes to return. They landed in double formation, landing on runways 1 and 2 respectively, and then taxied to Hangar No. 1.

As soon as Ye Jianlong got off the plane, Yang Luo greeted him and asked: "Squadron leader, who won?"

Yang Luo was very curious, because this fight took too long. Normal fights can determine the winner in less than ten minutes, but this time it took more than half an hour.

"Is Jiang older, or is he more skilled?" Ye Jianlong said, without any frustration of failure on his face, and then said: "Let's go to the combat readiness duty room first, and then take you to the dormitory to put your luggage."

After saying that, he turned around first, and Yang Luo hurriedly followed.

Since the combat readiness duty room in Hangar No. 1 was not far away, the two of them walked there instead of using a commuter car.

Ye Jianlong led the way and said as he walked: "Let me give you a brief introduction to the situation in the regiment. There are three brigades in the 122 regiment. We are the first corps. The captain was originally Lu Yonghao, who just played against me, but he retired today. The captain

The candidate has not been decided yet, our squadron is a squadron, and you will have four pilots together..."

There are four pilots in a squadron, and three squadrons form a group, with a total of twelve pilots. This is the regular configuration of the Air Force, and there are only a lot more pilots.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the combat readiness duty room. Ye Jianlong changed out of his flying gear and training clothes inside, then boarded the commuter bus waiting outside the combat readiness duty room and sent the two to the living area where the battle was taking place in Dongling Field.

It wasn't until Ye Jianlong put on his training uniform that Yang Luo saw Ye Jianlong's rank on the epaulettes, a major flying officer.

The pilot's dormitory building is an apartment building, five stories high. From the appearance, it is obviously newly built.

The apartment prepared for Yang Luo is No. 312 on the third floor.

This is a standard one-bedroom, one-living-room, one-bathroom apartment. Although the area is not very large, the treatment is quite good.

In other words, the 122nd Regiment built a new apartment building and improved the pilots' salary. Many pilots from other units are still crowded into double rooms.

He pushed open the unlocked door of Apartment 312, took out his regular clothes from his travel bag, put them on, and then hurriedly left the apartment.

He now has to rush to the pilot restaurant to participate in the welcome ceremony prepared for him, which is also Lu Yonghao's retirement ceremony.

The welcome ceremony and the retirement ceremony were held together, which was a very hasty ceremony.

By the time Yang Luo and Ye Jianlong arrived at the pilot restaurant, the restaurant was already filled with pilots in regular uniforms.

The pilot restaurant is a place that belongs exclusively to pilots. The food is the best in the military. In principle, non-pilots are not allowed to eat in the pilot restaurant.

Ye Jianlong took Yang Luo to a table and sat down. Before they arrived, there were already two people sitting at the table. Both of them were young, about twenty-four or five years old, and both had the rank of captain.

Today's food is provided in a different way. Usually the pilot restaurant adopts a buffet style, but today there are all kinds of food on the table, and what's even more outrageous is that there is beer, four bottles per table.

You must know that pilots have express regulations that strictly prohibit alcohol. Whether it is white wine, red wine, foreign wine, beer, or any other alcohol, in short, you are not allowed to drink a drop of alcohol in the military base.

But today we actually serve beer, which is very strange.

After Yang Luo sat down, he observed the two captain pilots sitting opposite. The two captains also had their eyes on Yang Luo.

"Captain Ye, I won't introduce you." The captain sitting on the left spoke first.

"This is Yang Luo, a new flyer who just graduated from Haicheng Base. He will be a brother of our squadron from now on." Ye Jianlong first introduced Yang Luo, and then said, "The one on the left is called Xue Fei, nicknamed Scorpion, and the one on the right is called Zhao

Long, nicknamed Little Bug, is the other two members of the squadron."

When he mentioned the nickname, Ye Jianlong couldn't help laughing.

Yang Luo didn't react at first, but when he thought that Ye Jianlong's nickname was Bugs, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Why do I feel like I'm in the animal world? All the nicknames are animals."

At the same time, we can also roughly guess that the rules of their nicknames are based on the homophony of the characters in their names, or the pictograms.

Zhao Long on the right looked at Ye Jianlong with resentment and said: "Captain Ye, can you please stop mentioning my nickname? People who don't know may think that I have something to do with you. I strongly request that my nickname be changed."

"The request is invalid and rejected." Ye Jianlong said with a smile, "Yang Luo has just left the team, and the task of giving him a nickname will be left to you."

When he heard that he was going to be given a nickname, Yang Luo hurriedly said: "You two, please let me go."

Yang Luo's request was immediately rejected by Ye Jianlong: "No, everyone must have a nickname. This is the tradition of the 122nd Regiment. Even the leader has a nickname. How can you be an exception?"

"That's right, they can give me nicknames like little bugs, how can you be an exception?"

"There really are no exceptions, everyone has to have it."

Zhao Long and Xue Fei also immediately came out to retort.

"Okay, as long as you are happy." Yang Luo said helplessly, and could only let them go. He knew that they had no ill intentions, they were just having a bad taste. If he had a nickname, others must also have it, and they must all be the same.

"Yang Luo, Yang Luo, one word for Yang, one word for Luo, sheep and mules are both in the second brigade, what should we call them?" Xue Fei muttered.

Zhao Long thought of his nickname, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "How about adding a small character in front of it, Little Yangzi, or Little Mule."

"No, if you dare to call me little sheep or little mule, I will fight with you."

Yang Luo was dumbfounded. If he was called sheep, mule, etc., it would be acceptable, but he could add a small word. The problem is that sheep and mule were also called, which was really unacceptable.

"Well, it's really not good. Both sheep and mules are in the second brigade. If Yang Luo calls a lamb or a mule, it will seem that our first brigade is not as good as the second brigade. Let's change it." Ye Jianlong muttered.

"Then how can I call a little bug?" Zhao Long screamed, feeling very unhappy. He could call him a bug, but why couldn't others call him a bug?

"We are all in the same squadron, what does it matter?"

Ye Jianlong's words made Zhao Long lose his temper.

"Why don't we do this? Seeing that Yang Luo looks more delicate and not domineering enough, let's just call him Sheep." Xue Fei made a note.

Compared with ordinary people, Yang Luo can be said to be very strong, but for the three people here, he can really be called delicate.

Not as tall as them, nor as strong as them.

"Okay, my nickname will be Sheep from now on." Yang Luo immediately agreed to the nickname, fearing that they would come up with some weird nickname for him again.

Compared with their nicknames such as bug, scorpion, rat, dog, etc., Yang Luo felt that this nickname was quite normal and within the range he could bear.

"Okay, let's call it Sheep." Ye Jianlong said decisively.

From then on, Yang Luo got the nickname "Sheep".

Now, no one knows that Yang Luo is not a sheep, but a mad sheep who will become an eagle in the sky.

At this time, two regimental-level officers with the rank of colonel came in from the door. They were the military and political officers of the 122th Regiment, the regiment leader Hu Zhongming, nicknamed Tiger, and the political commissar Wen Xianjun, nicknamed Mosquito.

"Comrades, be quiet for a moment." Political Commissar Wen Xianjun stood in the central position and made a speech after the pilot restaurant became quiet.

In fact, there was nothing special about the whole ceremony. The regimental leader and the political commissar spoke respectively, Lu Yonghao gave his retirement speech, Yang Luo introduced himself, and then the feasting and drinking began.

There were no flight training arrangements for the entire regiment in the afternoon. Except for the pilots on combat readiness duty, everyone else had a bottle of beer.

After the meal, in addition to the personnel on duty, all personnel of the 122nd Regiment, including pilots, ground staff, guards, station staff, etc., saw Lu Yonghao off.

The sadness of parting permeated all the staff. Yang Luo had just left the group and was not familiar with Lu Yonghao, but the sadness still affected him.

"I recognize you as a brother, even though we have only been comrades for a long time." Lu Yonghao and Yang Luo hugged each other and said, "I heard they nicknamed you Sheep. I hope you are a crazy sheep.

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"Captain Lu, I promise to do it." Yang Luo said solemnly.

One of the four iron men in life, we have endured robbery together, and a comrade for a day is also a comrade.

After Lu Yonghao hugged his comrades one by one, he turned around and got into the car. The two cars would take him to the civilian airport.

Looking at the military uniform he was wearing without any rank, armband, or any unit logo, he turned to look at his comrades outside the car window. Lu Yonghao's eyes were slightly moist, and crystal tears rolled in his eyes.

After more than 20 years in the army, it ends today. I took off my military uniform and became a common man.

He was reluctant to part with him in every possible way, reluctant to part with this military uniform, reluctant to part with this group of comrades, reluctant to part with the J-7G...

An iron-clad camp, flowing soldiers, new recruits replacing veterans, and retirement will always come one day.

Although Lu Yonghao had been prepared for it for a long time, when the day actually came, he still felt very sad and reluctant to give up.

Finally, the tears rolling in his eyes fell, and fell along his cheeks on the military uniform without military rank, moistening the uniform.

The commuter car carried Lu Yonghao away slowly. What he couldn't leave behind was his comradeship and his patriotism.

If there is a war, he will be summoned back.

This is the oath of every retired soldier.

I don’t know who started it first, but a song was floating in the sky above Dongling Station and spread far and wide.

Sending comrades on their journey

Two silent tears

Camel bells ring in my ears

The road is long and foggy

Revolutionary career often breaks up

Same separation, two feelings

Comrades, comrades

dear brother

Beware of the cold north wind in the middle of the night

Take care along the way

Sending comrades on their journey

The road ahead is long and arduous

The camel bells are sprinkled all the way

Mountains, mountains and rivers

Against the odds and against the current, ambition remains

Live up to the people’s nurturing sentiments

Comrades, comrades

dear brother

Wait until the spring breeze brings good news

we meet again

we meet again
Chapter completed!