A 19-year-old air force captain and pilot, who the hell is he trying to fool?
"The take-off process was standard, no stupid mistakes were made, the angle was optimal, and I can get full marks."
"Guaiguai, diagonal somersault, Yin Mailman, Gao Youyou, three consecutive tactical maneuvers within ten seconds, the process is fast and ruthless! The connection between tactical movements and movements has almost reached the level of proficiency, and there is no trace of unfamiliarity. I It’s as if I saw an invisible fighter jet struggling with the J-10s, dear, Comrade Yan Hua, what do you say this time?”
"Xianren Banban, I can't believe that this guy Zhou Hai touched the J-10S for the first time. This can be called the integration of man and machine."
"So skilled. Looking at this rhythm, his strength is almost as strong as any of us here."
"One person can eat as much as all of us, and his physical fitness and stamina are far ahead. He has such strength at the age of 19. This guy Zhou Hai is no longer a genius, he looks like a monster."
"Maybe this guy Zhou Hai was also a pilot in his previous life."
"Yuanfang...cough, Lao Yan, what do you think? Does your face hurt?"
A layman looks at the excitement, an expert looks at the door.
Being able to serve at the Pengcheng base and be selected for the J-10d quota, the ten veteran pilots have already reached the top of the domestic fighter pilot pyramid. They can be called the elite among the elites, and you can naturally see the reason.
To outsiders, the J-10s in the sky seem to be dancing, an elegant and refreshing dance.
But in the eyes of many veteran pilots, this is a manifestation of proficiency in air combat. The connection between each movement is smooth and free, without the rigidity that ordinary rookie pilots have.
"..."
Old fly Yan Hua fell into silence and observed carefully for a while. He had to change his impression and view of the 19-year-old new fly. He felt his face hurt and said slowly: "The strength is indeed good, but I want to fight Zhou Hai personally. Let’s compare notes.”
Discuss?
The surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked curious.
"Is Lao Yan a little unwilling? Haha, I'm looking forward to your discussion. Lao Yan, just don't get bruised and swollen by our new flying."
"Weili, get out of here. If I die before I leave, it's all your fault." Lao Fei Yanhua looked at Wei Li who was standing next to him and said angrily.
"Haha, just kidding, Lao Yan, don't take it seriously."
Wei Li laughed and said, "By the way, remember not to compete with Zhou Hai on marksmanship. We just had a live ammunition shooting training, 100 meters, 10 hits out of 10 shots, 100 rings."
"100 rings?"
Everyone was a little surprised when they heard this shooting result.
Yan Hua, who was about to propose a competition in the comprehensive field, glared and swallowed the words in his throat.
Do you want to be so exaggerated?
Moving target 100 rings!
He vaguely remembered his score of 90 in the last live-fire shooting assessment.
"Okay, let me remind you that Zhou Hai's performance during this period is obvious to all. I watched his first flight training today. There is no doubt about his combat strength. He does have real materials. Get along well with him in the future and don't make any mistakes." Li Jiahong, the captain of the sharp sword squadron code-named 'Red Eagle', once again emphasized his instructions.
"clear."
A group of old guys responded.
We are not fools. Once we confirm that Zhou Hai has real qualities, we will naturally take him seriously and get along well with him.
Soldiers are respected by their strength, and this is especially true in a world where the proud of heaven.
Only with strength can you gain true recognition.
"Hey, how long can Zhou Hai keep training? Fifteen minutes, twenty minutes?" Wei Li suddenly asked curiously, holding a high-powered optical telescope.
When flying for the first time, the training time is also one of the assessment contents.
The modification stage mainly focuses on combat, and its training content is mainly close-range combat. The extremely intense close-quarter combat aerial combat consumes the most physical strength among all types of training.
Generally speaking, ordinary pilots can only persist for a few minutes, but talented pilots are different, ranging from ten minutes to twenty to thirty minutes.
"I don't know. Based on daily contact and observation, I estimate that it will be fine for at least fifteen minutes."
"A little less, I think 20 minutes."
"No one said 30 minutes?"
"30 minutes? That's possible."
At the top of the sky, the sun is like fire, shining on the blue sky. Like a silver snake, the J-10s is bathed in a steady stream of light, performing a beautiful battle dance.
Time passed by one second, and before you knew it, an hour had passed.
"I knew it. Who said 30 minutes just now?"
"Ahem."
"Damn, pervert, fighting at close quarters for an hour? I finally understand why the superiors want to transfer this guy here."
"I won't watch it, I won't watch it anymore, it's boring."
In the sky, Zhou Hai was almost completely addicted to the world of flying freely in the blue sky, enjoying the flying experience, increasing his flying proficiency and combat effectiveness, and becoming more and more competitive with the J-10s, which are known to be 'agile and fast'. Integrate deeply.
The flying experience of a fighter jet is excellent!
Especially J-10s!
The maneuverability given by the canard aerodynamic layout is far superior to that of the L-15C Falcon with conventional aerodynamic layout.
"Okay, Zero, level off and fly out. Full score for comprehensive close-range air combat training. The training is over."
Su Peng, who was always under high flight overload, had tense muscles and was soaked with sweat. He was breathing heavily in oxygen. The world was almost spinning outside the cabin. He observed that the airborne fuel data displayed on the gold helmet lens was about to approach the lowest warning value, so he quickly issued a termination order. Training orders.
"Zero received."
After receiving the order, Zhou Hai, who seemed to be tireless, with the same expression as before, pulled the lever to the left and stepped on the rudder, adjusted the J-10s in a rotating and rolling flight state, changed to level flight, and then turned around and returned.
"Huh... Immortal Banban, he looks like a monster. He has been training for an hour without any response."
Su Peng felt that the flight overload disappeared like water and returned to a state of easy endurance. He breathed a sigh of relief. After noticing Zhou Hai's condition, he cursed secretly, clicked on the tactical tablet record to give the full training score, and said: "Zero, sum up , have you gained anything?”
The words contained a strong sense of tiredness.
The one-hour close air combat training almost exhausted all Su Peng's energy.
Even a golden helmet cannot withstand such a torment.
"The J-10s has very good control and excellent maneuverability. It is basically consistent with the description in the data. The high-education aircraft cannot be compared with the fighter jets. This training has improved a lot of strength. If I fly the L-15C again, I can defeat it more easily." J-10a." Zhou Hai spoke with a hint of emotion and gave the results of today's flight training: "Also, the sharp-eye head sight is very advanced and plays a great assisting role in flying. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but now there are many ”
After a round of training, I gained a lot. I gained valuable experience about real fighters and my personal strength improved a lot.
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