The war room is located in the headquarters and is generally the core place where senior and middle-level officers in Fat Base hold war meetings.
Zhou Hai and Major Afang, who was responsible for notifying the information, left the apron area guarded by numerous guards, walked along the empty airport road, passed through the base camp, and quickly arrived at their destination.
"Uh-huh!"
In front of the command department, two Alfang sentries holding rifles were slightly startled when they saw Zhou Hai. Their eyes showed a trace of reverence. Without any explanation, they immediately raised their hands to salute to show respect.
Although in the eyes of the two sentries, the faces of the Chinese instructors were basically the same and it was difficult to tell them apart, they could at least tell their age.
There is only one young Chinese instructor in the entire Fat Base, and that is Zero, who defeated the Royal Air Force!
Zhou Hai raised his right hand, returned the salute to the two Alfang sentries, and immediately walked into the headquarters, which was in a busy state of combat readiness.
"God, it's actually... Hello, sir, hello, Instructor Zero! Nice to meet you. I am Second Lieutenant Samor of the Argentine Air Force. I used to be a semi-pilot. I have been your fan since yesterday. No, I used to be too. You are so awesome, you beat the shit out of the British guys, you shot down two Typhoon fighter jets by yourself, and you also trained the first qualified pilot for our Air Force."
At the main entrance of the headquarters, a second lieutenant officer holding a secret document came towards him. After seeing Zhou Hai and the others, a touch of excitement appeared in his eyes. He exclaimed in a low voice, as if he was seeing a star, and quickly stepped forward to salute with his hands. , extremely enthusiastic, and kept introducing himself.
The young and mature special soldier in front of him, Chinese instructor Ling, was his super idol.
Although this super idol has just been established for less than a day, this does not hinder Samour's admiration and excitement.
"Hello, Samor." Zhou Hai looked at the excited Second Lieutenant Samor who was chattering like a chatterbox, smiled, returned the military salute, and thanked softly.
"Samor, we still have things to deal with." The major officer who was responsible for guiding the way raised his hand again and returned the greeting, slightly helpless.
Summer, who was excited, held the document in his hand and quickly moved aside: "Okay, okay, instructor zero, sir, please come in."
Bidding farewell to the second lieutenant officer whom they had met for the first time, Zhou Hai and the major officer walked in. Without disturbing the many officers and soldiers who were busy in the command headquarters, they quietly arrived at the war room.
"Boom!"
The two stood in front of the door, and the major officer beside them knocked gently on the solid wood door.
Inside the house, Bavino's rich and powerful voice came out: "Please come in."
"Instructor Ling, please come in." The major officer pushed open the door of the war room with both hands, stepped aside to give up his position, and smiled at Zhou Hai.
"Thanks."
Zhou Haiben straightened his collar, nodded his thanks, and entered the war room.
The war room is about fifty square meters, with a normal military office layout and complete facilities. There is a row of chairs on the edge, a small conference table in the center, a war sandbox in the back area, and a national map of Argentina and a military map of the Falklands hanging on the wall. .
Bavino stood in the center of the war room, next to a strange colonel officer he had never seen before, about forty years old, holding a black folder in his hand.
On the right hand side, stood Captain Fugu.
"boom!"
The door of the war room closed gently, and a faint sound came out.
The room is quiet and you can hear a pin drop.
"General, flight instructor Zero is here."
Zhou Hai silently observed the expressions of the three people, but did not find any valuable information. He stepped forward in front of the three people, stood in the most standard military posture, and raised his hands in salute.
After finishing his words, he cast his peripheral vision at the captain Fugu on the right, giving a puzzled look to indicate what was going on.
The puffer fish remained unchanged, blinked his eyes, and showed a mysterious smile to Zhou Hai.
"Hello, Instructor Zero, do you know why I specially called you here this time?"
Bavino, with a kind smile on his face and some twisted wrinkles on his face, stood with his hands behind his hands, his bright and energetic eyes, staring straight at Zhou Hai's young and familiar face, and said.
Zhou Hai felt helpless and without hesitation, he honestly answered this slightly nonsense question, shook his head and replied: "I don't know."
This type of question is a deliberate inquiry, meaningless and a waste of time.
Moreover, it is not important whether you know the answer to the question. What is important is that you need to answer - I don't know.
"Reward, a reward specially given to you."
Bavino's smile did not fade, and he stopped talking about the topic and went directly to the topic. He raised his right hand to signal to the colonel beside him.
"After discussion and research by the Air Force Supreme Command, in view of the fact that Chinese flight instructor Zero assisted us in his first flight teaching mission and shot down two British Typhoon fighter jets with heroic and fearless spirit and courage to defend our rights and interests, and To highlight the friendship and partnership between the two parties, the Argentine Air Force is awarded the Friendship Medal as a reward."
The colonel officer, carrying three dazzling stars on his shoulders, took a step forward, looked at Zhou Hai with a pair of blue eyes, full of respect in his eyes, opened the highly confidential folder, and read out loud the commendation from the Supreme Command of the Air Force. Text content.
Air Force Medal of Friendship!
The highest honor awarded by the Argentine Air Force to foreign military personnel was born in January 1985. Only foreign military personnel who have made significant contributions and achievements can nominate candidates for the Medal of Friendship. After strict review and confirmation by the Air Force, they will be confirmed as awardees.
Zhou Hai, who shot down two Typhoons while piloting the current No. 001 FC-20S 'Qingjiao' of the Argentine Air Force, easily met the conditions for this award.
medal?
Zhou Hai was stunned and slightly surprised.
This can also lead to a high-level Medal of Honor awarded by a foreign air force?
Seems quite interesting.
"At the same time, the amount of flight subsidy for Chinese flight instructors will be adjusted from 2,800 yuan per hour to 3,500 yuan per hour, effective immediately." The colonel, holding the letter of commendation from Alfang, paused and read out another sentence. A bonus content of real money.
Serious physical rewards, the hourly flight subsidy has been increased again, and it is exclusive to Zhou Hai!
Since arriving in Argentina, the flight subsidy amount has been increased once, and Zhou Hai has reached the terrifying level of three consecutive adjustments.
The salary is 3,500 yuan per hour. There are less than three months left before the end of the coaching mission. With 90 days to play and four hours of flying every day, the flight subsidy alone is as high as 1.3 million.
As the brief contents of the commendation document were read out, the war room fell into silence again.
After Zhou Hai listened to the content of the commendation, his face was calm, his mind was clear and calm, and he was not dazzled by the so-called honors and subsidy awards. He was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and said words of thanks to the other party.
