"It's good to be rewarded. As for the sharp-eyed helmet, remember to take good care of it." Su Peng adjusted his sitting posture, rubbed his slightly aching waist, and said, "You should know about the veteran pilots in the base."
"Um."
Zhou Hai replied, his eyes calm and unchanged.
On the first day after arriving at the Pengcheng base, everyone warmly welcomed him with a barbecue. He didn't feel anything at the time, but later Zhou Hai discovered the subtle rejection of Lao Fei at the base.
Regarding this situation, Zhou Hai was too lazy to care, too lazy to delve into it, and too lazy to take care of it.
After the death of his father Zhou Yuanping, he has experienced all kinds of things in the world, knows the warmth and warmth of the world, and has never stopped receiving cynicism and supercilious looks from others. These things have already made him different, with his own attitude and rhythm of life.
Rejected or not, so what?
I don't care, and I don't need to prove myself.
Whether others misunderstand or deliberately exclude, it doesn't matter at all.
"It's good to know. This flight took an hour. Full marks for live-fire shooting, full marks for simulated flight, and full marks for the first flight. I believe everyone's misunderstandings about you will be eliminated. Don't take it seriously. To be honest, even I just learned about the new flight. As a 19-year-old guy, I felt a little repelled in my heart, thinking that you were the descendant of one of the country's top bosses, breaking the rules of the military and getting in through the back door."
Su Peng said slowly, with a hint of smile in his words: "No. 1 in comprehensive air combat charter, flying high-tech aircraft to defeat J-10A, first in Skyhawk military exercises, 19-year-old Air Force fighter third-level pilot, your resume only has high-tech aircraft There is no basic information about the stage, and there is nothing else. Anyone who reads it will think it is fake."
"I'm fine."
Zhou Hai looked at the base track in front of him, his expression remained the same as before, he shook his head slightly and responded.
Su Peng smiled and said, "That's fine. By the way, can you fish?"
"Fishing? No."
Zhou Hai shook his head and replied.
Fishing, an outdoor sport purely for entertainment, is an extremely distant word for Zhou Hai.
The whole process is really a waste of time. With this free time, Zhou Hai prefers to eat melon seeds and read.
A book, a bag of chocolate-flavored melon seeds, and a glass of iced sour plum soup in the dog days of summer. It’s perfect.
It's a pity that the Pengcheng base, which has a level three top secret level, completely eliminates the existence of such institutions as canteens, and chocolate-flavored melon seeds are completely extinct.
"You can learn if you don't know. Take this afternoon off, go fishing with me, relax, and pay attention to the balance between work and rest. This is an order."
Su Peng said seriously: "The grilled fish you ate last time was the one I caught."
"Well, is the base allowed to go fishing?" Zhou Hai thought for a while and tried to politely refuse.
"Of course, fishing is a sport approved by the base, and the place is not far away, only three or four kilometers away. What could go wrong?"
Su Peng understood the meaning of these words, smiled and said: "Okay, no need to make excuses. After returning to the voyage, pack up and prepare and relax."
Fishing, a leisurely and popular recreational project, is not among the strenuous sports prohibited by the base.
The Pengcheng base is more encouraging and hopes its pilots can relax.
Relax your mind and body, an important thing that is often overlooked.
You must know that humans are not machines. They can work continuously for three days and three nights by replacing parts, adding engine oil, and supplying energy. Instead, they need to rest and relax, and pay attention to the balance between work and rest.
As a high-end combat force in modern warfare, valuable pilots need to relax their stress and emotions to avoid problems due to their long-term harsh working environment and conditions.
If something goes wrong with the pilot, it could lead to catastrophic consequences if not noticed.
An intuitive and simple chestnut, if the pilot is not awake and mentally tired, he is very likely to mistake friendly forces for enemy forces during the battle.
However, due to the limitations of the pilot's working environment, injuries cannot occur on the body, and participation in unprotected strenuous sports, such as basketball, football and volleyball, has to be prohibited in daily life.
Fishing has no such dangers and restrictions.
"..."
Zhou Hai, who was about to speak, sighed, feeling helpless.
To be honest, he just wants to fly solo in the J-10d and fly into the blue sky as soon as possible, and he doesn't want to catch a ghost fish at all.
But this is a mandatory vacation order and must be implemented.
The return and landing process was standard and textbook-like, exuding elegance.
The J-10s returned to Hangar No. 3 and parked steadily, leaving everything to the Second Maintenance Squadron.
Su Peng, who had recovered some of his physical strength, and Zhou Hai, who looked like a normal person, returned to the pilot dormitory and returned to their respective rooms.
Zhou Hai silently changed out of his flight equipment and carefully preserved the kh-9 new anti-German suit and the advanced and expensive 'Little Ancestor' sharp eye and head sight. He took care of it tenderly and stored it in the special storage container assigned to him.
After finishing his work, Zhou Hai took a quick shower and changed into a new set of training clothes that didn't smell like sweat.
"Zhou Hai, are you okay?" Su Peng's energetic voice came from outside the dormitory door.
"alright."
Zhou Hai tied his shoelaces, put on his bold and chic new flying sunglasses, picked up his tactical tablet, and opened the door.
Outside the door of the dormitory, Su Peng stood in a military posture, wearing a straw hat. He was in high spirits and showed some excitement, without any fatigue from before. He held a tactical tablet in his left hand and a long fishing equipment bag in his right hand. A costume for a fishing fanatic.
"Let's go, Zhou Hai, don't look reluctant. You are probably the only one who doesn't like fishing. You are simply an outlier."
Seeing Zhou Hai's expression of reluctance and helplessness, Su Peng laughed and shook his head, said something, turned around and left with his equipment bag.
"Not reluctantly, but very reluctantly."
Zhou Hai, who was full of helplessness, had to follow Su Peng as he left the dormitory building and passed through the base camp area. After being inspected and registered by the base guards, he left the base and headed for the fishing spot along the familiar forest path.
The Pengcheng base is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a not-so-large river passing through it. It produces all-natural wild fish without feed and additives, providing basic conditions for fishing. It has always been a frequent fishing spot for pilots.
"Seriously, Zhou Hai, I'm curious. Did you start studying aviation theory from your mother's womb and become a professional at the age of 19? Of course, you don't have to answer confidentiality questions." Su Peng asked curiously on the way to the fishing spot.
"of course not."
Zhou Hai was slightly stunned, with an expression of 'You seem to be teasing me' on his face.
Learning aviation theory in the womb?
If this issue involves confidentiality, then there is something wrong.
"The reaction is quite fast, and he is smart enough." A smile appeared on Su Peng's face.
Zhou Hai shrugged: "Can you elaborate on the aircraft cannon firing missiles you mentioned last time? I'm a little curious."
