On the sea under the starry sky at midnight, the "Ruby" was traveling eastward smoothly.

Lying in the bedroom of the suite facing the side of the boat, recalling Su Xue's goodbye at the good night at the door of the bedroom, Long Yun tossed and turned on the bed for a long time before he could barely fall asleep. He spent his long dreams all night and couldn't sleep well.

Perhaps he fell asleep with the excitement of confession, which was completely different from the dark and strange dreams he had experienced before. The dreams on this night can be said to be both stunning and bizarre, and the various scenes that make people blood rush are simply unaware of him. All kinds of bizarre and lingering scenes made him realize in his sleep that he was dreaming, and that it was the most ridiculous and unbearable daydream.

Long Yun did not, or was unwilling to think about it, this was clearly a long dream that arose because of confession, but who were the heroines in it...

...

Accompanied by the sweet dreams of the passengers on the boat, the huge cruise ship is still slowly passing through the night.

On the other side of the earth, thousands of miles away, the bright sunshine on the Mediterranean Sea is shining on the flat and yellow sandy ground; the sudden cold wind wraps the fine grains of sand, forming continuous thin dust fog.

Cairo Air Force Base, Egypt.

With the sound of tuk-tuk paddles whistling, on the empty helicopter apron, the door of a Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter cabin that had just landed and hovered was wide open. Two well-dressed young men followed the passengers to jump out of the cabin and looked around curiously in the strong wind blowing the blades.

Li Gejian and Gao Meiyu, two aviation athletes from distant countries. At this time, their identities had become fighter jet mercenaries rushing to the front line.

Under such a mission, the first impression "Elsa" left on them can only be said to be just right.

Just now, he was riding a smoothly flying Black Hawk helicopter over the base. Before landing on the apron, Li Gejian, who had good eyesight, saw various fighter jets parked randomly beside the long runway of the base. He looked at it and did not find the F-15 "Silent Eagle" that he originally expected to be able to control. He flipped the introduction manual in his hand and remembered that the large number of F-15 "Eagle" fighters from "Elsa" were from different batches of versions with strange import channels. He could only close the exquisitely printed manual and sighed a little disappointed.

The largest air force in the Middle East, which is not short of money, is so wealthy, but "Elsa" has such a wealthy background. To be honest, it really surprised him, the newcomer.

So many F-15s of different production batches are put together. Let’s not talk about the logistical pressure yet. Can such troops really take off to fight?

With such doubts, carrying huge backpacks and partners beside them, they looked around while walking. Before they knew it, they fell to the end of the team; until they approached the hangars and ancillary buildings everywhere in the base, the sergeant responsible for coordination found that they had fallen far away and greeted them loudly:

"Hey, two, the regular meeting is about to begin, please speed up!"

"aye,—but-at-least,show-us-which-way-is.will-tempt?" (Okay,—but at least tell us where to go. buddy?)

Just inside the easternmost head of a long hangar building, the tall and spacious, brightly lit steel-frame shading hangar, dozens of young pilots from all over the world sat on rows of temporary folding chairs. Outside the open hangar gate, the roar of the engine of the jet fighter came clearly, mixed with the sound of sound debugging in the venue, making the atmosphere on the scene look a little chaotic.

Following the intricate cement path in the base to the hangar, and found a seat in the last row to sit down. Li Gejian put down his heavy backpack and smiled at the dark-skinned Central Asian face next to him. Gao Meiyu, who was next to him, was happily putting his light suitcase in a leisurely manner. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the temporary podium set up in front. The people on the stage had already debugged the microphone and were speaking in a soothing tone of curling tongue in English:

"...Yes, boys, you come from different countries and gather at Cairo Air Force Base with their own beliefs. As a foreign affairs official, my years of career gave me an accurate premonition. Perhaps the belief of "Elsa" may not be your beliefs; but I fully believe that the principles and values ​​that we all believe in should be the same when we can join us from a thousand miles away.

Now, just northeast of Cairo where you are," while preaching, the tall man in a suit raised his arms and waved his arms northwest, "In the land of the Middle East, there are still ruthless wars burning. I think everyone knows as well as I do about the history of the Middle East. This land is tired of the cruel war that has lasted forever; as a pilot who has been commissioned, I would like to represent the official of the Arab League, and I hope you..."

Although the man in the suit was quite concise, he was not short at all. Li Gejian heard it for a moment before he realized it. No wonder he always felt that this person was familiar. Isn’t he the Arab League’s special mission to Egypt Mansour Walid who appeared on TV before, the guy who kept saying the situation in front of the camera?

"Ah, yes, I didn't expect to see myself here. As soon as he spoke, he wasn't finished..."

Seeing that the pilots around were all fresh faces, the two pilots from the far east could only talk in a low voice from time to time, and chatted with their future comrades beside them in English. After finally waiting for the official's speech to finish, an officer wearing a big brimmed hat and a mustache came up to speak. His tone was smooth and simple to introduce the overview of the base and some regulations to pilots from all over the world, and then assigned them to different flight squadrons for training.

“…Next, you have a week to get familiar with the fighter jets and doctrines, and then you can join the combat duty.

In addition, as far as my personal plans are concerned, there are two important words to say here.”

Unlike Mansour, who did not make drafts on his speech and talked endlessly, he did not talk much with a firm face. He then used an emphatic tone to remind all newcomers:

"First of all, every pilot who serves in 'Elsa' must obey superior orders and not act without permission.

If anyone thinks that this is tying the pilot's combat enthusiasm. Then this is an unnecessary misunderstanding. But I must make it clear that those who ignore discipline in chasing bounty can leave now; ‘Elsa’ is a combat force, not a life casino for adventurers.

Secondly, personally, I have served in the Arab League Defense Air Force for more than fourteen years. I have met fearless pilots and experienced pilots, but I have never met fearless old pilots. They either retired early or went to another world. Therefore, for your life safety and to ensure the strength of the entire team. I think it is necessary to solemnly remind everyone present: there are no rookies in the sky in the Middle East, and in every combat mission, don’t underestimate any opponent sitting in the enemy plane.

That's all I want to say, is there any problem?"

As the officer's words paused, a brief silence appeared in the empty hangar.

Seeing that no one asked questions or confirmed that everyone present heard their words clearly, the officer nodded with satisfaction, but a voice broke the silence of the scene:

"excu color-me, private, but-shall-we-pay-for-our-toasted-aircraft?" (Sir, do we need to pay for the downed landline?)

As the question sounded, many people here looked back in confusion. They saw two pilots from the Eastern Horizon, who had just put down their raised right hand.

He noticed the commotion at the scene and stared at the young man who asked for a moment with a sharp look. The officer frowned first, and then waved his hand with some amusement, "It depends on the situation, young man. But I really didn't expect that you are the first young man to ask for compensation without asking for the bounty first. Do you have no confidence in your strength?"

"Ha ha……"

As the officer said, a burst of laughter rang out in the hangar. It was obvious that the pilots from all over the world were very confident in their skills. They whispered and looked down on the guys who asked such questions. At this time, Li Gejian, who was still sitting in his seat, glanced at his partner beside him, and then cleared his throat and gave an answer:

"No, sir. I just want to ask clearly first so that when I get into a bad situation, I will decide whether to launch a one-to-one attack."

As Li Gejian said, the noise in the hangar quickly disappeared; to everyone's surprise, the officer with his hands behind him had already paced to the last row of backrest chairs, and his light green eyes turned around Li Gejian, and then looked at Gao Meiyu beside him.

"If, that's your problem,"

After weighing the weight of the two people in front of him, the officer recalled the resume handed over by the contact office, and his pupils shrank slightly unconsciously:

"Young man, I don't recommend you to use this tactic."

After answering the question briefly, the officer glanced at the audience slightly: "Everyone, what else is there? - No? Then the meeting will be over."

As the officers finished their words, the pilots stood up and left one after another, mixed with the bustling crowds. Li Gejian and his partner walked slowly, paying attention to listening to the conversations and communications of the people around them.

Unlike the training mode of general troops, the officers just told them that considering that the pilots who came to participate were not novices, the next week of training was to use active fighters directly, and they could immediately enter the battle after the period expired. Therefore, the pilots now need to choose their suitable aircraft model and then spend a little time familiarizing themselves with the running-in.

"Miyu, have you made up your mind? As a long-distance machine, the suggestions I gave are still more emphasis on the improved version of F-15c, which is air-optimized. If you can't find the f-15sg."

"Oh! Actually, that's it," he inadvertently glanced at the two heavy fighters with smooth lines that were roaring and taking off from the distance of the runway. Gao Meiyu thought for a few seconds before replying, "I think so too. Where are you, Ge Jian?"
Chapter completed!