"coming."
Zhou Hai nodded, thought for a while, and said to Yilier: "Comrade Yilier, please put the hot water on for me. I want to take a bath."
"Okay, Instructor Zero." Yilier nodded and replied.
Ever since she became the female orderly of this young Chinese instructor, Yilier's life has been extremely leisurely. She has nothing to do except cleaning the room and floor every day.
Because they have already done all the work, and there is no need for them, the female orderlies, to worry about any trivial matters.
After Zhou Hai explained a simple task, he went straight to dormitory 101.
Captain Fugu was the only one in the dormitory.
"Captain, what's the matter?" Zhou Hai closed the door and looked at Captain Fugu, whose brows were slightly furrowed.
Fugu didn't show off, and said seriously: "The Afghan Air Force has just conveyed a request that our future real aircraft flight training should mainly focus on the sea."
"Sea, Falklands?"
Zhou Hai narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully.
The main direction focuses on the sea!
230 kilometers east of the Fat Air Force Base is the sea, and this sea belongs to the inner waters of the Falklands, only 580 kilometers away from the Falklands.
Horse Island!
The full name is Malvinas Islands!
Thirty-seven years ago, in order to compete for the sovereignty of this island, Britain and Afghanistan even launched the largest and most intense war during the Cold War. However, the result of the war was that Afghanistan was narrowly defeated.
The significance behind this requirement to focus the main flight training direction on the sea is extraordinary.
"Yes, Ma Dao, the superiors have agreed to Al Fang's request. Zero, you have to pay attention. You may be attacked by British Typhoon fighter jets during the training. You must pay attention to safety."
Captain Fugu looked at Zhou Hai, carefully revealed the latest information, and said sternly: "Sea training is more difficult. For this reason, Afghanistan has increased the flight subsidy to 2,800 yuan per hour."
"Green Dragon vs Typhoon? Interesting, I'll pay attention."
Zhou Hai's eyes were full of interest and he nodded. He suddenly thought of something and was a little confused: "By the way, if it is placed at sea, wouldn't the secret be leaked?"
The Typhoon fighter jet is one of the three most famous European fighters in the world. It has a single seat, two engines, and a canard + delta wing aerodynamic layout. It belongs to the third and a half generation of fighter aircraft.
Four years ago, four Typhoon fighter jets belonging to the British Air Force went to the Falklands Air Force Base to replace four Tornado fighter-bombers and were permanently stationed here.
Although four Typhoons are few, in fact, this squadron of Typhoon fighters is enough to kill 20 Pucara attack aircraft of the Argentine Air Force.
It's not that the enemy looks down on you, it's that you are too rubbish!
In the next flight training, it is possible to fight against Typhoon fighter jets, which is an unexpected surprise.
Qingjiao versus Typhoon?
interesting.
"The latest information we just got is that due to Argentina's poor confidentiality measures, the CIA discovered this shipment when we were on the way to unload the cargo to the Fat base. The Fat base is now monitored and detected by American satellites every day. The only thing to be thankful for is The situation is that a CIA agent was captured in the Port of Madryn."
Fugu shrugged, feeling helpless at Argentina's secrecy, and no longer expressed any thoughts or expectations.
It’s really—sloppy!
The so-called confidentiality is almost the same as being in name only.
Next, if you want to transport the next 16 Qingjiaos to Argentina, you will have to pay even more trouble.
Zhou Hai was a little shocked when he heard this. After a while, he slowly said: "Uh...well, this is indeed a bit bad."
"Okay, it's basically fine. How was the simulation training today?" Pufferfish smiled.
"It's okay. There is a talented pilot in the fourth group who is progressing very quickly. His name is Rosal. He should be the fastest to get on the plane and fly."
Zhou Hai pondered for a while and responded: "The overall quality of the trainees is gradually improving, and their physical fitness and queue are about to meet the standards. However, these guys hate folding quilts."
At the end of the sentence, the whole person couldn't help laughing.
"Really? Yes, it seems that these pilots are not as bad as we imagined."
Fugu's smile remained unchanged and he made arrangements for tomorrow: "Okay, no more chatting, go back and wash up and sleep. I believe you are tired today. I will leave the task of leading the students to fly the simulation tomorrow to Lizhi. You can take a rest."
"Okay, I'll go back first."
"Remember to close the door."
After a brief exchange, Zhou Hai stood up and said goodbye to Fugu and walked out of Room 101.
"Bang!" The sound of the door closing sounded.
"The Typhoon fighter jets of the British army, I wonder how powerful the eagles in the sky of the empire where the sun never set..."
Walking on the way back to the dormitory, Zhou Hai's face was calm, his eyes showed inexplicable emotions, and there was a faint expectation in his heart.
Facing the famous typhoon and the British pilots, Zhou Hai had no fear at all and only had the idea of competing.
Backing off?
Fear?
fear?
Absolutely not.
Between eagles and eagles, there can only be one winner!
After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Hai returned to the clean and tidy dormitory 104.
"Instructor Zero, the hot water has been put for you. Is there anything else you need?" Yilier, wearing a female military uniform, walked out of the bathroom, with traces of water stains on her hands and a pair of bright and lively black eyes. .
Zhou Hai showed a polite smile: "No, you can go out, Comrade Yilier, thank you very much."
"Okay, Instructor Zero."
Yilier smiled back, turned and left.
She can sacrifice herself for the motherland at any time, but this young Chinese instructor does not seem to have any physical thoughts, or is very restrained, strictly abides by discipline, and has never raised any physical needs for her.
After leaving dormitory 104, Yilier returned to the orderly dormitory on the second floor.
"Chinese soldiers..."
On the way, Yilier, who was thinking silently, couldn't help but feel envious when she thought of the information she had recently learned about the Chinese army and the 70th anniversary military parade that shocked the world a month ago.
A ground formation that moves like robots, a variety of cutting-edge fighter planes and high-precision military weapons are simply dazzling.
Chinese soldiers strictly abide by discipline and fulfill their duties. They have a system of "not taking a single step from the masses" that makes Yilier extremely incredible. They even have a shocking move in flood relief and disaster relief by entering disaster areas without holding a gun.
How could this be possible without taking advantage of the masses?
If you don’t carry a gun when you enter a disaster area, aren’t you afraid of being attacked by vicious victims?
Also, why use your body to block the flood?
Puzzled!
Deeply puzzled!
These things were only preliminary information that Yilier understood, but these things caused an unprecedented impact on her soul.
There is such an army in this world!
