A 19-year-old Air Force captain and a pilot, who are you fooling around?

"The take-off process is standard, no low-level mistakes are made, the angle is the best, and you can get full marks."

"Good, slanted somersault, Yin Maiman, Gao Youyou, three tactical maneuvers in ten seconds, the process is fast and fierce! The connection between tactical actions and movements has almost reached the level of perfection, without any unfamiliarity. I seemed to see an invisible fighter entangled with the J-10s. Guai, Comrade Yan Hua, what do you say this time?"

"Immortal Banban, I can't believe that Zhou Hai is touching the J-10s for the first time, which can be called the integration of man-machine."

"I'm so skillful. Judging from this rhythm, my strength is almost no weaker than any of us."

"A person's appetite is comparable to all of us, and his physical fitness and physical strength are far ahead. He has this strength at the age of 19. This guy Zhou Hai is no longer a genius, but like a monster."

"Maybe Zhou Hai, this kid, was also a pilot in his previous life."

"Yuan Fang... Cough, Lao Yan, what do you think? Does your face hurt?"

A layman watches the excitement, while an expert sees the tricks.

Being able to serve at the Pengcheng base and be selected as the J-10d quota, ten old Feis have already reached the top of the pyramid of domestic fighter pilots. They can be called the elite among the elites, and naturally they can see the tricks.

To outsiders, the J-10s in the sky seem to be dancing, an elegant and refreshing dance.

But in the eyes of many old Fei, this is a manifestation of the air combat strength reaching the level of perfection. Each movement is smooth and free, without the rigidity that ordinary rookie pilots have.

“…”

Lao Fei and Yan Hua fell silent. After observing carefully for a while, he had to change his impression and view of the 19-year-old Xinfei. He felt a little painful on his face and said slowly: "The strength is indeed good, but I want to fight with Zhou Hai in person and have some competition."

Discussion?

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and curiosity appeared on everyone.

"Lao Yan is a little unwilling to accept it? Haha, I look forward to your exchange. Lao Yan, just don't be beaten by our Xinfei to the point of being bruised and swollen."

"Meri, get out of here. If I die before I succeed, I will blame you." Old Fei Yanhua looked at Methode standing next to him and said angrily.

"Haha, just kidding, Lao Yan, don't take it seriously."

Methodist laughed: "By the way, remember not to compete with Zhou Hai for marksmanship. He just started live shooting training, 100 meters, 10 shots, 10 shots, 100 rings."

“100 rings?”

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard the shooting results.

Yan Hua, who was about to propose a comprehensive field competition, glared at his eyes, and the words reached his throat and swallowed them instantly.

Do you want to be so exaggerated?

Moving target 100 rings!

He vaguely remembered his last live-fire shooting assessment of 90 rings.

"Okay, I'd like to remind you that Zhou Hai's performance during this period is obvious to all. Today I watched the first flight training. The combat strength is undoubtedly there. I do have real materials. I can get along well in the future and make no mistakes." Li Jiahong, the captain of the Sword Squadron, code-named "Red Eagle", once again emphasized.

"clear."

The old Fei responded.

Everyone is not a fool. After confirming that Zhou Hai has real materials, he will naturally take it seriously and get along well.

Soldiers respect strength, and this is even more so in the world of the pride of heaven.

Only by having strength can one gain true recognition.

"Hey, you guys say, how long can Zhou Hai last? Fifteen minutes, twenty minutes?" Methodist suddenly said curiously, holding the optical high-power telescope.

The training time is also one of the assessment contents when I was on the plane for the first time.

The modification stage mainly focuses on combat, and its training content is mainly close combat. The extremely intense close combat air combat can be regarded as the most physically consuming training.

Generally speaking, ordinary pilots can only last for a few minutes, while pilots with excellent talents are different, ranging from ten minutes to twenty or thirty minutes.

"I don't know, according to daily contact and observation, I estimate that it will be fine for at least fifteen minutes."

"It's a little less, I think it's about 20 minutes."

"No one said 30 minutes?"

"30 minutes? It's possible."

At the top of the sky, the scorching sun shines on the blue sky. The J-10s, like a silver snake, bathes in the endless light, performing a beautiful battle dance.

Time passes by second by second, and without realizing it, an hour has passed.

"I just knew, who said it was 30 minutes?"

"Ahem."

"Damn it, pervert, close combat for an hour? I finally understood why my superiors wanted to transfer this guy over."

"No more watching, no more watching, no more watching, no more watching, no more interesting."

In the sky, Zhou Hai was almost completely addicted to the world of freely flying in the blue sky, enjoying the flying experience, increasing his own flight proficiency and combat effectiveness, and increasingly integrated with the J-10s, which is characterized by "agility and speed".

The flight experience of the fighter is excellent!

Especially the J-10s!

The maneuverability given by canard aerodynamic layout is far beyond that of the l-15c Falcon in conventional aerodynamic layout.

"Okay, zero, change to level and fly out, comprehensive close air combat training scores, the training is over."

Su Peng, who was always overloaded with high flying, had his muscles tight and was soaked in sweat. He was breathing oxygen in big mouthfuls. The outside of the cabin was almost spinning. He observed that the onboard fuel data displayed on the lens of the gold helmet was about to be on the minimum warning value, and he quickly issued an order to terminate the training.

“Zero received.”

After receiving the order, Zhou Hai, who seemed to be tireless, looked as if he was the first, and stepped on the rudder to the left, adjusted the J-10s, which was in a state of rotation and rolling flight, changed to a flat flight, and then turned around and returned.

"Huh... the immortal Banban is like a monster, he has no response after training for an hour."

Su Peng felt the flight overload disappear like water and returned to his relaxed state. He breathed a sigh of relief. After detecting Zhou Hai's condition, he cursed inwardly, clicked on the tactical tablet to give the full-score training score, and said, "Zero, let's summarize, have you gained anything?"

Words contain a strong sense of fatigue.

The one-hour close air combat training almost exhausted Su Peng's physical strength.

Even a gold helmet cannot withstand such torture.

"The J-10s have a good sense of control and excellent maneuverability, which is basically consistent with the data description. Higher education aircraft cannot compare with fighter jets. This training has improved a lot of strength. If the L-15c is re-flying, it can defeat the J-10a more easily." Zhou Hai's words expressed a hint of emotion, giving the gains from today's flight training: "Also, sharp eye aiming is very advanced, and it has a very powerful auxiliary effect on flight. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but now it is much better."

One round of training has gained a lot, gained valuable experience on real fighter jets, and improved my personal strength a lot.
Chapter completed!