The Spring Festival, the New Year exclusively for the Chinese, is the most important and memorable time of the year.
For everyone who went to Afghanistan to perform secret missions, this year's Spring Festival misses their hometown especially. Being in a strange land more than 20,000 kilometers away and close to the Antarctic Circle, no one misses home.
Nostalgia is the most difficult to deal with, and it is also the most testing time for people's hearts.
On New Year's Eve in South America, everyone took a half-day off to have dinner and rest.
Dumplings from the north, glutinous rice balls from the south, sumptuous dishes, instructors from all over the world, all members of the Chengdu Aircraft Technical Group, ground service officers and soldiers, and security forces gathered in the base cafeteria to celebrate the most important festival of the year.
After a very simple Spring Festival, on the first day of the new year, the instructor team and everyone were busy again, working hard, regardless of the public opinion that had been at odds for several months, and the British and American space-based satellites overhead.
Everyone performs their duties and does what they are supposed to do.
You have to argue. There is no other way. The Snow Fox and Silver Bird of the Royal Air Force are currently in a state of detention. They dare not take action and can only argue.
At the same time, the ai120d prison and the wreckage of the two Typhoon fighter jets, which were secretly transported by ship, passed through the blue sea of the world. After drifting at sea for nearly a month, they crossed the Strait of Malacca, sailed leisurely into the southern waters, and arrived at Guangcheng Port.
After New Year's Eve, life goes on as usual.
Soon, the long but short time of March passed in an instant.
Over the South Atlantic Ocean, offshore, about 250 kilometers from the land of South America, and about 240 kilometers from the nearest affiliated island of the Falklands.
The blue sky is clear, and the scorching sun hangs in the east, releasing a warm and peaceful light, spreading warmth and a trace of hope.
It's late spring in the Southern Hemisphere, and the weather is already a bit hot.
"boom"
At an altitude of seven thousand meters, the two Taihang turbofan engines also roared like roars, resounding through the sky.
No. 001 fc20x Qingjiao, with two crash marks sprayed on the lower side of the cockpit, showed a fierce attack posture, raised the nose high, and climbed at high speed at a high elevation angle.
He performed the high-flying maneuver like a proficient master. When the fuselage reached the top, he reversed the high-flying maneuver, lowered the nose of the aircraft and dived, easily locking on the No. 002 fc20x Qingjiao that changed its attitude in front, and the airborne diffraction HUD attack at the top of the cabin. The central area is green.
"drop"
In the No. 002 glass cockpit, the sound of the radar warning system suddenly resounded, the multi-function display gave a red warning symbol of encountering a fighter of the same type, and the bee-eye helmet indicated that the signal came from the rear and top.
Rosal, who was piloting the Qingjiao, had sweat on his forehead and was breathing rapidly. The combat experience accumulated over the past few months made him instinctively pull the lever to the right and full rudder, and control the No. 002 Qingjiao to turn sharply to the right in an attempt to evade.
In sudden maneuvers at high speed, the body and aircraft are subjected to 7g flight overload.
7g, the highest overload maneuver No. 002 Qingjiao can perform under the current speed and load.
"drop"
The sound of the flight overload system also came out, and the screen flashed a dazzling yellow, giving accurate data that the aircraft body withstood an overload of 7g.
Any overload exceeding 65g will be prompted by the overload system. Depending on the overload value, corresponding color and sound frequency prompts will be given.
He turned sharply to the right in an attempt to escape, but it was all in vain.
The sound of the radar warning system did not stop. No. 001 fc20x green dragon followed closely like a tarsal maggot, using invisible and deadly special frequency electromagnetic waves to lock on the high-speed fleeing No. 002.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The warning sound in the drop-shaped glass cockpit disappeared as scheduled, no more, no less, exactly three seconds, almost accurate to the millisecond.
No. 001 Qingjiao, whose canards and main airfoils cut through the dense airflow, straightened out and flew out, hovering stably in the sky. The SD8B and SD10 mounted under the wings failed to launch.
"It was shot down for the sixth time today, and the 148th time in total." Rosal resumed level flight, with a bitter look on his sweaty face, and his whole body was almost wet with sweat. He looked at No. 001 circling above through the cockpit glass. , couldn’t help but shake his head.
The 148th time he was shot down, or the 148th time he was beaten.
The result was expected, but still uncomfortable.
Since the beginning of close combat training, as Argentina's best Qingjiao fighter pilot, Rosal has not defeated his instructor once in this cruel link.
even once
Each round of fighting training ranged from five to six to as many as eight or nine times. After several months, more than a hundred battles were fought, and all were defeated. The results were disappointing.
This was just him. The entire fourth group of six people constantly challenged Instructor Zero. So far, Instructor Zero has never lost a simulated dogfight.
Of course, including the three instructors in the first, second and third groups, the winning rate is 100. It should not be too easy to ravage the rookies who are not familiar with the performance of Qingjiao.
"Baker, how is your health? Can you continue training?" Zhou Hai's voice came over the encrypted channel, "How much fuel is left?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Rosal took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions welling up in his heart, and responded with bright eyes, "Zero, it can still last three times, and you can continue training. The remaining fuel on board is 40."
"Then let's start the last three combat trainings." Zhou Hai clenched the metal joystick with his right hand, glanced at the No. 002 Qingjiao below, and issued the final order as the leader and instructor.
"Okay, baker got it."
Rosal's heart trembled, and his right hand subconsciously tightened. After hearing this word that he was extremely unwilling to hear, he fell into silence. After two or three seconds, he responded.
train
The last three combat training sessions
After three training sessions, it was time to return home and say goodbye.
"Buzz"
Zhou Hai's voice did not come from the communication channel, and the roar of engines in the sky gradually became louder.
Zhou Hai piloted No. 001 Qingjiao, circling steadily, and piercing the sky in front of him like a sharp sword.
The same is true for No. 002 Qingjiao. The two high-performance fighters pulled away from each other and moved away from the central training area. After the distance was reduced to about five kilometers, they then turned sharply and started a new round of close combat training.
Accelerate, sprint.
"drop"
Zhou Hai, like a teacher, easily locked onto the incoming Green Dragon No. 002. At the same time, a radar warning sound also sounded in the cabin.
Turning sharply to the left, diving with the stick pressed, the No. 001 green dragon flying at high speed fully demonstrated its maximum maneuverability. Like an agile swift, it avoided Rosal's bee-eyed head lock and launched at a tricky angle. attack.
Ten seconds later, the two entangled War Eagles decided the winner, and Rosal and No. 002 lost again.
"Two more times left." Zhou Hai spoke calmly, and controlled the victorious Qingjiao No. 001 to pull away again for the penultimate flight training.
"clear."
Rosal bit his lip, feeling like a knife was cutting through his heart.
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