Li Fu spit out a mouthful of white mist, and looked at the Russian general and principal who were gradually walking towards the rostrum in the center of the playground. His eyes flashed with anticipation and said softly: "Also, for the chief and wingman, which position do you choose?"

"Chang Ji." Zhou Hai's face was calm and hesitated to choose the former without hesitation.

In air combat, there are two types of attacks: single-machine autonomous and multi-machine collaboration.

The former is a single machine, while the latter is a dual machine or multi-machine formation. Generally, the multi-machine formation will have two positions: a header and a wingman.

The chief aircraft is the main one, and the wingman is the auxiliary one.

Generally speaking, the chief aircraft is responsible for transmitting tactical instructions to the wingman, making tactical decisions, and being able to actively attack the enemy aircraft. The wingman is mainly responsible for covering the chief aircraft and observing the enemy situation, assisting the chief aircraft in attacks, and is always under the unified command of the chief aircraft.

Since you can choose a long-distance position, Zhou Hai will naturally not be modest.

Some things can be ignored.

Some things must be fought for!

Li Fu felt Zhou Hai's confident temperament, and his eyes were filled with satisfaction, and he smiled: "Okay, go to the training first, and I will ask the wingman trainees to come to you after that."

"Yes." Zhou Hai nodded and turned around and left.

...

In the playground, the Russian majestic and high military music played.

The red-faced general stood on the rostrum, staring at the Russian flight cadets below, and then looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, and couldn't help but smile at the principal's "You know" smile.

The cold could no longer cover the joy that surged from his heart.

sunny!

It will clear for three consecutive days, two cloudy days, and it will not snow until a week later.

The principal standing next to him remained calm, smiled, and maintained his posture and momentum, but his mind was filled with worries about this year's flight attendant data report.

The average scores of senior flight students this year are lower than those of the previous year. There are only five people with the top flight talent, and fourteen excellent ones.

What are the number of Russians?

The principal, wearing regular clothes, looked at the magnificent and confident Russian flight cadets, glanced briefly, and thought of the documents and reports he saw this morning, and couldn't help but want to curse.

Damn, there are twenty, eight more people than last year!

What happened to these Russians? Where did they find someone?!

There is no way to go for headaches, helplessness, and sorrow.

Although, he is the principal.

It has been held for three consecutive years, and the competition between the two countries' flight cadets in the fourth year this year has long been of extraordinary significance.

Cancellation of the game, this is impossible.

To put it in a big way, this game involves the honors between the air forces of the two countries. To put it in a small way, people think you can't afford to lose and have no energy.

"I hope I won't lose too badly this year, otherwise the leader will be really angry." The principal's forehead was swollen, he had a headache, his face was full of smiles, and the melody of Russian military music came from his ears, and he sighed silently in his heart.

A draw is the best level that the principal estimates.

As for winning?

This is unrealistic.

...

The sky is as blue as the sky is blue, and the rising sun hangs on the dome.

"Buzz!"

The sound of propellers and aviation engines resounded through the sky. The number 17 Chujiao Six flew smoothly at an altitude of 3,000 meters and flew along the airspace border at a speed of 240 kilometers per hour.
Chapter completed!