I looked at the time, half past six.
With a smile on his face, Zhou Hai did not blow the emergency assembly whistle as he had done in the initial training, but walked directly into the dormitory building and came to the door of dormitory No. 101.
Pilots of the Argentine Air Force are accustomed to sleeping until nine o'clock in the morning, slowly going to the canteen to eat, and starting a day of doing nothing.
train?
nonexistent.
There is no comfort like bragging and spanking.
"boom!"
The door was slowly opened, and there was a slight sound.
The dormitory was quiet and dark, filled with a faint masculine odor. The four trainee pilots were not awakened and were still asleep.
"This quality..." Looking at this scene, Zhou Hai couldn't help but shook his head, without any sense of vigilance at all.
The next second, a sharp and loud whistle swept through the entire dormitory like rushing water.
"God, what happened?!"
"what happened?!"
Accompanied by the sharp whistle, the four trainee pilots who were sleeping suddenly woke up, turned over and sat up, their hazy eyes swaying left and right, their faces full of confusion.
"Get dressed, gather together, I'll give you 90 seconds."
With a smile on his face, Zhou Hai looked around the four people with colorless eyes. After leaving an order, he turned around and left dormitory 101, heading to room 102 next door.
"Buzz!"
A gust of cold wind carrying the winter chill blew in, dissipating the warmth that pervaded the interior space of the dormitory and taking away the temperature.
"God, can someone tell me what time it is? I'm a little dizzy right now."
After Zhou Hai left, the trainee pilot sitting on the bed on the left had a look of disbelief on his face. Because his biological clock was broken, his body was extremely uncomfortable and showed a series of negative states.
"It's only half past six! Damn it, I'm almost dying to get up so early for training?!"
"Stop talking. We only have 90 seconds. Hurry up and get dressed. The Chinese instructors have the power."
"Only 90 seconds? God, this guy is killing me. I need at least 300 seconds to get dressed."
Just as the four people in dormitory No. 101, who were first attended to, were hurriedly getting dressed, there was a knock on the door to dormitory No. 102 next door, and the orders of the extremely young flight instructor were heard.
Immediately afterwards, the entire accommodation building was filled with the sound of doors opening and sharp whistles, and it fell into a state of chaos.
gather!
Gathering at half past six on the eve of winter dawn!
Forcibly interrupting the biological clock of nine o'clock every morning and pushing it to six thirty, this situation is extremely painful and almost crazy.
There was a commotion in the dormitory building for training pilots, and time had passed quietly for two and a half minutes. All 24 Alfang pilots, wearing warm and thick winter clothes, left the warm dormitories and lined up in the cold open space at the bottom of the building.
"God, it's so cold. I've never woken up so early."
"It's six-thirty-two now. Damn it. I'm going crazy. Why do I have to get up so early to gather?"
In the open space, many disheveled pilots kept complaining.
"This is that Instructor Zero. Damn it, how could he do this? My biological clock has been broken and I am very uncomfortable now."
"Quiet, Bloo, stop talking."
Rosal, who was standing in the team, looked at Zhou Hai who was standing in front of the team and remained silent. He felt something bad in his heart and whispered to Bullo.
Zhou Hai, holding a timer in his hand, stood in a military posture, silent and expressionless, his eyes quietly watching all the training pilots.
Aware of Zhou Hai's situation, Al Fang's pilot complained softly one after another. He seemed to have discovered something. He felt a suppressed and dull atmosphere, and gradually lost his voice.
There seems to be something wrong with the situation.
"It's six thirty-five now. I thought you so-called elite pilots would chat like this until nine o'clock. In line with the principle of free spirit, I'll give you a chance. If you want to continue complaining and chatting, please come forward. step."
The most ordinary smile appeared on Zhou Hai's face, his eyes scanned everyone one by one, and his words were calm, just like an old friend.
silence!
Hearing the standard English spoken by this strange Chinese instructor, everyone's hearts froze, and they suddenly realized something and fell into a deathly silence.
Here, it is not a familiar and free army, but a cruel elimination field.
The ridiculously young flight instructor in front of them held the power of life and death for them.
"No one takes a step forward?"
Zhou Hai's voice gradually increased in decibels, short and powerful.
There was silence in the field.
Take a step forward?
Of the twenty-four people present, no one is an idiot if they can come here.
Taking a step forward means that you can complain and chat unscrupulously, and it also means voluntarily giving up this special training opportunity and giving up that high-performance fighter jet worth 45 million US dollars!
Who wants to share a junky Pukara attack aircraft with four or five pilots?
no one!
The eagle is arrogant and selfish. He just wants to fly his beloved fighter plane in the sky and is not willing to be touched by others.
The cold wind blew gently.
There is a hint of clarity in the distant horizon.
"It seems that no one is willing to take a step forward. Well, congratulations on passing this assessment and recognizing the majesty of my instructor."
Zhou Hai's smile remained unchanged, but his voice was emotionless, cold and ruthless: "Of course, as long as you can't stand it, you can still take a step forward and choose to give up when we gather at 6:30 every morning. Each of you has a total of 123 choices. Opportunities. I don’t care about anyone’s doubts and provocations, and I won’t feel regret or heartache. I’m even happy to see such a scene, because it will reduce my workload.”
"Understand?"
The voice rose instantly, roaring like thunder, resounding through the empty and cold space at the bottom of the building.
The awe-inspiring aura of a rookie pilot spread out and enveloped everyone.
123 opportunities, 123 days of training, every day there is a chance to give up, even on the 123rd day.
Full consideration is given to Argentina's free thought and democracy, and there are absolutely no compulsions.
"clear!"
Everyone subconsciously swallowed their throats, tensed their bodies, and involuntarily stood up in a standard military posture, and responded in unison.
"Louder, you are soldiers, the elite among soldiers!" A louder roar came from Zhou Hai, easily drowning out the voices of the twenty-four pilots.
"clear!!!"
A roar with a higher decibel level came out again.
Whether you like it or not, no matter what you think in your heart, you must shout louder.
Soldiers have a duty to obey orders.
"I am a Chinese flight instructor, code-named Zero. I am responsible for the preliminary physical fitness and formation, as well as the fourth group of modification tasks. First of all, congratulations to you for participating in the new aircraft modification training formulated by the Chinese People's Army Air Force. I am very dissatisfied with your performance today. The assembly was completed from 6:30 to 6:32 minutes and 34 seconds, taking an average of 154 seconds."
