study!
Even if it means paying the price of blood, go and learn!
Then, comes the most critical step - taking the essence and discarding the dross!
The U.S. Navy owns the cradle of the Pensacola base training center, and its own navy went crazy after obtaining the essence. In order to cultivate high-quality and high-level carrier-based aircraft pilots, it not only established the Qingcheng aircraft carrier-based aircraft training base, the largest in Asia , and even cooperated with the Qingcheng Nuclear Submarine Base to develop a set of training courses on nuclear submarine rescue for the first time.
It is no joke to use nuclear submarines to carry out rescue training. It is the only one in the world and there is no other semicolon. Even the world's largest navy does not dare to do this.
Because the big men in Congress who are in charge of the military's purse are not so crazy.
The most important thing is that this training subject is neither a cosmetic project nor an superficial embroidered pillow, but actually has practical application conditions.
unrealistic?
nonexistent.
Although our own navy is crazy, it will never spend money recklessly. Any military project launched must undergo strict review and evaluation and be verified before proceeding.
The nuclear submarine rescue project, coupled with comprehensive and complete professional maritime survival subjects, after simulation evaluation and speculation, the survival rate of our own carrier-based aircraft pilots has increased by at least 5%.
Don’t think that 5% seems nothing, or even insignificant. This is an exclusive data related to the lives of carrier-based aircraft pilots. In the field of world military rescue, every one percentage point increase requires paying a huge price.
A 5% increase in the survival rate can be regarded as a breakthrough success in the field of military rescue.
As for spending such a huge price, is it worth it to increase the survival rate by 5%?
As the old saying goes, it’s worth it.
Putting aside the saying that life is precious, based on the theory of value alone, as a high-end combat force in modern warfare, carrier-based aircraft pilots are worth their weight in gold and are by no means ordinary consumables.
No military, including the U.S. Navy, can afford to lose a large number of carrier-based aircraft pilots.
loss?
It can range from one digit to two digits, with a unit price of 100 million.
Ge Haiping's voice echoed in the huge war room.
Everyone's expressions remained unchanged, and they listened quietly.
"Nuclear submarine rescue, as the name suggests, is a long-distance rescue method using nuclear submarines as the main rescue platform. Of course, I know that the term nuclear submarine may be a bit unfamiliar and complicated to you. You may have never been exposed to it in your previous life. Some people may not You are not adapted to the claustrophobic and narrow environment of a submarine, let alone underwater navigation, but I hope that you, the best and most talented people, can overcome these difficulties and complete the training."
Ge Haiping's face showed a solemn expression, his back straight, his right hand raised, and he gave a military salute to every top pilot in front of him. His bright eyes stared at everyone, focusing on the young figure in the middle of the training team. Stop for a moment:
"May you overcome obstacles, may you move forward bravely, may you become a true dancer on the tip of the knife, defend the enemy outside the country, and live up to the expectations of the motherland and the people."
The voice was calm and not as high as it was at first, but even so, it still contained a majesty and momentum unique to the general.
Defend the enemy outside the country's borders and never let the smoke of war touch an inch of our country again!
no way!
This is the expectation of General Ge Haiping of the Republic, and it is the goal that every Chinese soldier strives for. No matter how difficult this road is, no one can make the scene of the country's broken mountains and rivers 83 years ago happen again. .
If there is, then destroy it!
"yes!"
When all the participating pilots heard these words, they responded solemnly. They felt as if something was burning in their bodies. They suddenly raised their right hands and returned the salute to Ge Haiping, who was directly in front of the team.
The voice is high and loud, and the momentum is like a rainbow.
Zhou Hai's face was solemn and his extremely sharp eyes naturally observed the gaze cast by Ge Haiping at that moment, and he understood the meaning of this formal speech.
expect!
This is the expectation from Uncle Ge, no, Rear Admiral Ge Haiping of the Navy of the Republic!
"My speech is over, Tian Lei, get out of the queue!"
Ge Haiping, who had some wrinkles between his brows and a serious face, lowered his right hand and gave the order in a serious voice.
"arrive!"
On the podium, Colonel Tian Lei, who was at the end of the officer team, responded loudly, then stepped out of the team, followed the standard queue requirements, jogged to the left of Ge Haiping and stopped, with his body upright and his military posture standing tall.
"Bring the sixth batch of comprehensive maritime survival and rescue training teams to the residential area, allocate dormitories, and prepare for training." Ge Haiping said seriously and gave instructions.
"yes!"
Colonel Tian Lei heard Ge Haiping's instructions, raised his right hand and responded loudly.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around and faced all the training teams in the audience: "The sixth batch of training teams, everyone is here, take a break, stand at attention, turn to the right, and walk in unison!"
With the sound of orders echoing in the silent war room, the entire training team followed the orders, turned to the right in unison, walked along the narrow passage, and headed straight for the silver-white metal door not far ahead.
Before leaving, Zhou Hai, who was staying in the team, glanced at Ge Haiping, who looked like a towering mountain.
There seemed to be a faint smile on his rough and dark face, and there was something inexplicable in the depths of his eyes that were as hot as the sun.
Zhou Hai knew what it was.
gratified,
expect,
There is also something called hope.
Thank you, Uncle Ge. ——Zhou Hai took a deep breath, said nothing, remained silent, withdrew his gaze, and followed the team forward.
The twelve people were led away quietly and orderly, but Dai Minmeng, as the highest commander of the training team, did not take any action. He stood still and did not leave with the team.
Dai Minmeng's mission has ended, and the next thing is none of his business. The temporary training is entirely handled by the Qingcheng Nuclear Submarine Base.
"squeak!"
A faint sound came out, the access control device was activated, and the tightly sealed silver-white metal door slowly opened.
Under the leadership of Colonel Tian Lei, all participating pilots passed through the gate in order and left the war room.
Soon, as the last training pilot left, the silver-white metal door closed again, and the huge war room fell into silence.
silence.
Deathly silence.
The energy-saving lights hanging from the top of the ceiling continued to fall like a stream, covering a group of senior naval officers above the podium.
"call……"
Ge Haiping, who was standing on the spot, watched as all the training teams left and disappeared from sight. He gently exhaled a breath, the serious look on his face softened slightly, and his crystal clear eyes reflected a dazzling light, as if stars.
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This is from yesterday, and it’s still there today. Last night I fell asleep on the table while writing this, and didn’t wake up until three o’clock.
