Not only Chekov, but everyone at the 911 air base recognized this handheld dual-mode flare.
Both pilots and ground personnel may use it, and it is a life-saving necessity.
Once a distress signal is detected, the Z-9 armed helicopter of the 911 Air Service Base will attack in full force and then perform search and rescue procedures.
If the rescuer is alive and is being attacked, then option A is to use rockets to clear the ground, airborne machine guns to mow down any fish that have slipped through the net, security team members to descend with armed ropes to clear the area, and then the helicopter lands to rescue the rescuer.
If the caller dies, then option B is to use rockets to clear the ground first, airborne machine guns to fill the leaks, dump all the ammunition carried, and at the same time call for attack aircraft, rockets and heavy aerial bombs, and then clear the ground until all enemies on the ground are eliminated.
The goal is to avenge those who seek help.
It's never too late for a bullshit gentleman to take revenge. It's not too late. There's no such thing. A gentleman repays kindness with kindness and revenge with straightness. He avenges his hatred on the spot. Even if he has eighteen legs, he can't escape from the air.
If the enemy cannot be defeated by one attack aircraft, then use two. If two are not enough, then four. There is no ground weapon that a combat squadron cannot defeat.
"Take this and give it back to me when you come back!"
Perhaps because he felt that the weapon Chen Fei was carrying was too thin, Chekov directly stuffed his own gun over and gave him another magazine.
That is an antique AK-47, an original product from the pre-Su era. It comes from the most authentic factory that is more than 200 years old, the Irefusco Arsenal. The serial number stamp is still clearly visible. It is definitely not in the hands of nearby mountain people.
Those off-brand local products that can be seen everywhere.
Such a valuable cultural relic-level old gun has a price but no market. To use it directly for hunting is simply a waste of natural resources.
When a 7.62 mm caliber bullet falls on a prey, the smallest blood hole is as big as the mouth of a bowl. If it were a small prey such as a pheasant, a pile of shapeless pieces of meat and feathers would probably be left on the spot.
Things like wild boars with rough skin and thick flesh can usually be killed with one shot.
Any terrestrial creature that can't be killed with one shot from the middle can be killed with two shots.
"No need really!"
Chen Fei looked troubled, he was not short of guns.
A long gun is already heavy enough. Add another one and the pistol from before. People who don't know it would think he is going to seek revenge on someone!
Or maybe I just can’t imagine going on a loaded cross-country trip in this barren mountain.
"If you don't accept it, you won't give me Chekov face!"
Chekov began to roll up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and made a rattling sound.
If you don't give me face, I won't give you good results.
The big bear is so unreasonable, and others are still making fun of him.
"Bring another heavy machine gun and keep the bandits away from you."
"Do you want anti-infantry directional mines? A powerful weapon for clearing the area!"
"The grenade launcher is more convenient and can fire unparalleled rapid fire."
Birds of a feather flock together, and the guys who went out hunting with Chekov for several days and never came back were all a bunch of idle boredoms.
Think about it, anti-infantry directional mines are placed near rabbit nests, and no matter how many cunning rabbits burrow, those cheap rabbits will detonate remotely as soon as they show their heads.
After the boom, not even a single rabbit hair will be left.
You call this hunting?
Hello, 911? A massacre just happened here. Ten generations of the Rabbit family live under one roof, more than 300 people...
As for heavy machine guns and grenade launchers, not to mention the bandits, even the locals will be scared to the point of weakness when they see them.
Faced with such enthusiasm, Chen Fei waved his hands timidly. If he carried a few guns and anti-infantry directional mines, he would no longer be mistaken for seeking revenge, but would be used as a weapon.
dealer.
But his original intention was just to visit a fellow villager, and he never thought about setting up a stall to sell guns and ammunition!
After all the good talk and rejection of other people's kindness, Chen Fei was unable to refuse the AK-47 and magazine that Big Bear forced his way into, which was equivalent to an extra ten kilograms of useless weight.
This gun is almost a hundred years old. The anti-corrosion treated but still slightly blackened birch stock has been coated with starch, like a layer of varnish, which not only allows it to fire, but also allows for smooth firing.
If the bandits saw it, it would be more profitable to steal the gun than the money.
Without comparison, there is no harm.
The big bear-like figure of Chen Fei, who was like a bean sprout in front of him, swayed in front of him, and said: "What's more! The 'Zhenxiang' squadron will recruit pilots recently, and internal employees will be given priority, so I've signed up for you!"
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His partner, Basong, codenamed "Citron", was unlucky. When the golden dragon attacked, he died before he could even take off. He needed a jet fighter wingman and a turboprop attack gun.
Controller.
It's better to use the raw than the familiar. Chekov targeted the lucky kid Chen Fei and exploded the killing dragon. This luck was unparalleled, and he still looked like I was doing my best for you.
"Ah?! Hey hey hey, I don't want to sign up! Don't look for me!"
Chen Fei was in a mess in the gust of wind. He had learned from past mistakes. He almost lost his life the first time. How could he have the courage to get on the turboprop machine for the second time?
Now that he saw the cockpit, he felt guilty.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be a stupid pilot and a happy mechanic?
"It's settled happily, rookie!"
Chen Fei's protest completely turned a deaf ear. The big bear just said hello to himself, and a group of friends carried the prey into the 911 air service base, howling like ghosts.
At the 911th Air Service Base, wouldn't the combat squadron be a good thing?
So delicious!
"Chekhov, you bastard!"
Facing the backs of the group of people, Chen Fei was so angry that he could no longer hold back and raised his middle finger.
The captain of the flying squadron had sharp ears and seemed to hear it from a distance. He raised his hand and made a V sign.
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I turned my anger into footsteps and kept pedaling all the way. The three and a half hours of hiking finally took only two and a half hours.
Near noon, Chen Fei saw the courtyard made of stones and cement from a distance. The sound of reading loudly came with the wind, which sounded particularly pleasant to the ears.
He didn't intend to go in and disturb him at this time, and was going to stand at the door for a while, waiting for get out of class to end.
But I didn't expect that as soon as I got close, a dog suddenly jumped out of the yard, barked through the fence gate, and kept making pounce movements.
Chen Fei was shocked. He didn't find a dog in the yard last time he came here.
When I heard the dog barking in the yard, the sound of reading stopped, and then started again.
The door of a house was pushed open, and a young girl stuck her head out and looked around.
"Who?"
"Teacher Shen, it's me, Chen Fei!"
Chen Fei responded quickly.
Being stared at by the big yellow dog in the fence, he felt very nervous, fearing that this thing would rush out and bite him.
"Huh? Chen Fei, why are you here?"
Fellow fellow Shen Fei, who was in class, was a little surprised.
There is no civilian mobile communication base station near the school, and there is simply no signal for mobile phones here. Daily communication relies entirely on manpower to deliver messages or carry notes, or shout at each other across the mountain stream. It is no wonder that Chen Fei came without telling him. He really had no choice. Notify Shen Fei in advance.
"I'm here to return the gun and bring you something along the way."
Chen Fei quickly took down the Type 95 automatic rifle behind him.
The small mahogany fish on the muzzle of the gun was still hanging there. On the way back and forth, not to mention the rumored bandits, not even a rabbit was seen, so naturally there was no use for it.
"I'm not in a hurry to use it. It doesn't matter if I keep it at your place for a while. I'll come as soon as I come. What else should I bring with me!" Shen Fei took three steps at a time, kicked it open and stood guard behind the fence gate, shouting non-stop. The big yellow dog scolded.
"Ahu, stop barking and go aside."
"Woo!~~~"
The big yellow dog whimpered, stopped barking, and ran away obediently with his tail between his legs.
"I didn't scare you!"
Shen Fei opened the door for Chen Fei and let him in.
"It's okay, it's just something unexpected. Hey, there's a dog here."
Chen Fei shook his head. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw the fence gate. Damn it!
Next to the corner, a lean black dog with droopy ears was staring at him with piercing eyes and said nothing.
The dog's eyes were a bit strange, as if it was directed towards his lower body, and its eggs shrank involuntarily and its hair stood on end.
No matter how hard you bite or howl, who would have thought that there is actually a dog in this yard, and it is laying an ambush. If someone with evil intentions breaks in without permission, they may be caught off guard by this big black dog.
