Chapter 25

Not only Chekhov, but everyone at the 911 Air Base recognized this handheld dual-mode signal flare.

Pilots and ground personnel might use it, as it was a necessity for survival.

Once a distress signal was detected, the Z-9 armed helicopters from the 911 Air Base would be fully armed and ready to carry out search and rescue procedures.

If the person in distress was alive and under attack, Option A: First, use rockets to clear the area, then use the machine guns to eliminate any remaining enemies. Security personnel would rappel down to clear the area, and the helicopter would land to rescue the person in distress.

If the person in distress was dead, Option B: First, use rockets to clear the area, then use the machine guns to finish off any remaining enemies, emptying all the ammunition. At the same time, call in attack aircraft to use rockets and heavy bombs to clear the area until all ground targets were eliminated, avenging the person in distress.

There's no such thing as a gentleman's revenge being delayed for ten years. A gentleman repays virtue with virtue and repays grievances with direct action. If there's a grudge, it should be settled on the spot. Even if the enemy had eighteen legs, they wouldn't escape the aerial attack. If one attack aircraft can't handle the enemy, then two, and if two aren't enough, then four. There's nothing on the ground that a combat flight squadron can't handle.

"Take this, and return it when you come back!"

Perhaps feeling that Chen Fei's weapons were too meager, Chekhov directly handed over his own gun and a magazine.

It was an old AK-47, a genuine product from the pre-Soviet era, made by the most authentic 200-year-old factory, the Izhevsk Armory. The serial number was still clearly visible, and it was definitely not one of the cheap, makeshift guns that the local mountain people carried.

Such a valuable, museum-grade old gun was priceless, and using it for hunting was a waste.

A 7.62mm bullet would create a hole at least the size of a bowl on the prey. For smaller game like pheasants, it would likely leave only a pile of unrecognizable meat and feathers.

For tough-skinned animals like wild boars, one shot was usually enough to kill them.

Any land animal that couldn't be taken down with one shot would be taken down with two.

"Really, I don't need it!"

Chen Fei looked troubled; he didn't lack weapons.

A long gun was already heavy enough, and adding another one, along with the pistol he already had, would make it look like he was going to seek revenge on someone!

Or as if he had lost his mind and was carrying a heavy load through the wilderness.

"If you don't take it, you're not giving me, Chekhov, any face!"

Chekhov rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and made them crack.

He was clearly saying that if you didn't give him face, he wouldn't give you a good time.

The big bear was unreasonable, and the others were just egging him on.

"Take a heavy machine gun, and those bandits will stay away from you."

"Do you want anti-personnel directional mines? They're great for clearing the area!"

"A grenade launcher is even more convenient, allowing for rapid fire."

These guys who had been out hunting with Chekhov for days were a bunch of bored, idle people.

Imagine placing anti-personnel directional mines near a rabbit's den. No matter how many holes the rabbits had, as soon as they poked their heads out, the mines would be remotely detonated.

After the explosion, not a single rabbit hair would be left.

Do you call this hunting?

Hey, 911? There was just a mass murder here. The rabbit family, ten generations, over 300 of them...

As for the heavy machine gun and grenade launcher, even the locals would be scared stiff if they saw them.

Faced with such enthusiasm, Chen Fei waved his hands in protest. If he carried several guns and anti-personnel directional mines, he would be mistaken for a weapons dealer, not someone seeking revenge.

His intention was just to visit an old friend, not to set up a small stand to sell guns and ammunition!

After much persuasion, Chen Fei managed to refuse the others' offers but couldn't refuse the big bear's insistence on giving him the AK-47 and magazine, adding about ten pounds of unnecessary weight.

This gun, nearly a hundred years old, had a birch wood stock that was still slightly black despite being treated for corrosion. It was well-worn, like it had been varnished, and it could still fire and shoot smoothly.

If the bandits saw it, they would probably think it was more valuable to steal the gun than the money.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

The big bear, who was as large as a bear, patted Chen Fei, who was small like a bean sprout, and said, "Oh, and by the way! The 'True Fragrance' Squadron is recruiting pilots, with priority given to internal employees. I've already signed you up!"

His partner, code-named "Lemongrass," had bad luck and was killed before he could take off when the golden dragon attacked. They needed a jet fighter wingman and a turboprop attack aircraft gunner.

Better to use someone familiar than a stranger. Chekhov had his eye on the lucky Chen Fei, who had taken down the dragon on his first try. His luck was unmatched, and he even had the audacity to act like he was doing Chen Fei a favor.

"Ah?! Hey, I don't want to sign up! Don't come to me!"

Chen Fei was flustered. After his previous experience, where he almost lost his life, he had no courage to get back into a turboprop aircraft.

Now, just the sight of a cockpit made him nervous.

Why be a pilot? Isn't being a happy mechanic just as good?

"Alright, it's settled, rookie!"

Ignoring Chen Fei's protests, the big bear called out, and his friends carried the prey into the 911 Air Base, howling like wolves.

At the 911 Air Base, isn't being in the combat flight squadron great?

It's great!

"Chekhov, you bastard!"

Chen Fei, unable to contain his anger, raised his middle finger at the group's backs.

The squadron leader, with his sharp ears, seemed to hear from afar, raised his hand, and made a V sign.

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Transforming anger into steps, he stomped along, and the three and a half-hour hike was completed in just two and a half hours.

By mid-morning, Chen Fei could see the yard made of stone and cement in the distance, and the sound of reading aloud carried on the wind, sounding particularly pleasant.

He didn't plan to go in and disturb them at this time, so he decided to wait at the gate until the class was over.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he approached, a dog suddenly darted out from the yard, barking and lunging at the gate.

Chen Fei was startled; he hadn't noticed any dogs in the yard during his previous visit.

The reading stopped for a moment, then resumed.

The door of a house opened, and a young woman poked her head out to look around.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Chen Fei!"

Chen Fei quickly responded.

Staring at the big yellow dog inside the gate, he felt uneasy, afraid it would pounce and bite him.

"Hey? Chen Fei, why are you here?"

Chen Fei, who was teaching, was surprised.

There were no civilian mobile communication towers nearby, so cell phones had no signal. Communication relied on people passing messages or leaving notes, or shouting across the mountains. No wonder Chen Fei came unannounced; he had no way to notify Chen Fei in advance.

"I came to return the gun and bring you some things."

Chen Fei quickly took off the Type 95 assault rifle from his back.

The wooden fish on the gun's sight was still hanging there. On the way, he hadn't seen any bandits or even a rabbit, so he hadn't had a chance to use it.

"You don't need it urgently. It's fine to leave it with you for a while. Why bring things?"

Chen Fei took two steps and kicked the big yellow dog, which had been barking nonstop behind the gate, and scolded it.

"Ahu, stop barking and go away."

"Whine!~~~"

The big yellow dog whined, stopped barking, and ran away with its tail between its legs.

"Did it scare you?"

Chen Fei pulled open the gate and let him in.

"No, I was just surprised. Hey, there's a dog here."

Chen Fei shook his head, about to say something, but suddenly saw something by the gate.

Next to the wall, a thin, black dog with drooping ears was staring at him intently, not making a sound.

The dog's eyes were a bit eerie, as if it was eyeing his lower half, causing him to involuntarily shrink and his hair to stand on end.

A dog that doesn't bark is more dangerous than one that does. Who would have thought there was another dog in the yard, lying in wait? If someone with ill intentions entered, they would be caught off guard by this big black dog.