Flight instructor?

The great God, this unreasonable Chinese soldier, is not only a pilot, but also a flight instructor of his own air force?

Is this a joke?!

Not only Bavino, but also the Afro-level officers with an average age of 30 were around him, with an incredible look on his face and almost lost his eyes.

Age is unconcealable. You can be sure that this flight instructor is definitely not twenty years old!

Now there is a very bad situation, that is, this young and young child will teach the brave and combative Argentine Air Force pilot in the future.

"I'm so young. Did he start training in pilots when he was born?"

"God, I bet he is definitely the descendant of the top leaders of the army, probably the second generation, third generation, etc. I can be sure!"

"This young pilot, uh, flight instructor?"

"Manol, they disappointed me so much that they actually sent such a guy to be instructors. Do you believe that I can suppress this guy in heaven?"

Yang Wei didn't care about everyone's reaction, his face still had a gentle smile, and he did not disclose detailed confidential content. His words were sincere and sincere. As expected, he guaranteed himself in his personal capacity: "Yes, please rest assured. I guarantee you in my personal capacity that he is an excellent pilot and is competent for all flight missions."

Personal identity guarantee?

Hearing these words, Bavino, who felt a deep doubt in his heart, was silent for a moment, knew the meaning and importance of this sentence, took a deep breath, and turned his eyes to Yang Wei again:

"Academician Yang, what you mean is that he is very powerful and can fight two types of fighter jets, Qingjiao and Qingniao, right?"

"That's right, General Bavino." Yang Wei frowned slightly.

Lin Jian, who was standing next to him, looked at the old-fashioned Bavino and already knew what the Alfred Air Force representative meant.

"So, Academician Yang, can this young flight instructor drive the bluebird? I want to ride the back seat myself to experience the flying feeling of the bluebird."

Bavino stared at the blue bird like a work of art and bluntly revealed his inner thoughts: "I used to be a jet fighter pilot, and I passed the physical fitness."

As soon as the voice came out, the atmosphere condensed.

In the field, quiet.

The officers accompanying Afang, who were in charge of accompanying him, all their eyes lit up and some expectations.

Yang Wei frowned and did not give a reply immediately, and his eyes turned to Lin Jian.

The request made by Afang Bavino is within the normal category of the buyer, and there is no way to fool it with the J-20 model like before.

The requirement is normal, but it will disrupt the original flight mission and planned arrangement, and must be approved by the military chief.

"Zero, change the order, Fei Qingniao, Afang representative is going to sit in the back cabin." Lin Jian stood in a military posture, expressionless, shouting to Zhou Hai, who was often inspecting the system.

"yes!"

Zhou Hai responded and shook his head slightly. Sure enough, there was still something troubles coming to the door.

With his extremely keen hearing and regular examinations, he heard the conversation between Bavino and Academician Yang Wei throughout the whole process, and naturally he knew the meaning of this requirement.

test!

This is from the buyer's test.

Although others don’t care about their doubts and attitudes, they have to deal with them.

Forget it, after all, they pay real money.

The flight subsidy of 2,556 yuan per hour is already a considerable expense for the poor and pitiful Afghan Air Force.

Leaving the first pick f-20x "Qing Jiao" who was quietly waiting for favor, Zhou Hai turned around and walked towards the No. 3 stoppage position next door, and conducted a body inspection around the two-seater version of the f-20s "Qing Bird".

Five ground crew members were busy one after another, evacuating the wheel fixture, building a boarding ladder, opening the glass canopy, and carrying out inspection work before takeoff.

Academician Yang Wei, his side's officer, Lin Jian, and the Afghan delegation, retreated to the safe area, and several guards stood around to be responsible for safety.

Because Bavino temporarily asked to board the plane in person, a major officer on his side had to hurry to the garage room, get a set of anti-lood suits and bee-eyed helmets of appropriate size, then return to the apron, and hand them to Bavino for wear.

Flight is nothing small. Even the most common take-off and landing may lead to tragic accidents due to accidents. You must be fully prepared to take off and go into the sky.

The sky became darker and a sense of depression appeared.

After Zhou Hai finished the inspection, he wrote down his name in the air signing log, held his helmet and tactical tablet, climbed up the boarding ladder, entered the narrow cockpit of Bluebird, sat upright on the ejection seat, and waited quietly.

"Zero, wait a moment, adapt to the situation, as long as there is no confidentiality, don't be too much, try to satisfy it as much as possible. Maybe this guy is in a good mood and purchase fifty or sixty aircraft to create profits." At this time, Lin Jian walked over, stood on the boarding ladder, looked at Bavino, who was changing the standard flight gear not far away, blinked, and whispered.

“…”

Hearing these words, Zhou Hai rolled his eyes and was speechless. He wanted to explain, but he was too lazy to explain carefully. He shrugged: "I understand."

Fifty or sixty?

What are you thinking?

What about roadside vendors selling cabbage?

At least it’s worth tens of millions of dollars, but then again, wouldn’t it be nice if I could really sell fifty or sixty more planes?

A total of 2 billion US dollars was spent, and this was more than 10 billion US dollars.

The unit price is still US dollars.

"Let's go." Lin Jian smiled, showed a 'you know' expression, raised a thumbs up with his right hand, turned around and left.

Bavino, who is about fifty years old, has already put on protective clothing. With the help of a ground staff, he climbed the Chinese-style boarding ladder that seriously violated the Argentinians' usage habits and came to the rear cockpit. However, due to his "slightly" figure, he almost didn't fit into the cockpit.

Narrow, the standard attributes of fighter cockpits are universal.

A fat man who likes the fat man and has no way to drive a fighter plane and cannot be stuffed into the cockpit at all.

"God, finally it's gone."

Bavino, who had worked hard to do anything, finally breathed a sigh of relief in the ejection seat.

"Hello, general, welcome to take this military fighter flight. I am the pilot of this flight, with the code name zero. Please fasten your seat belt, adjust the seat back, and check whether the anti-Dutch suit and bee-eye helmet display system data interface is connected and will take off soon."

A calm and calm voice came out.

"clatter!"

Zhou Hai, who was sitting in the main cockpit, introduced Bavino, who was oozing out sweat to his forehead, started to work hard, checked the parameters of the cockpit instrument, pressed the main power button with his right thumb, activated the avionics system, turned on the oil supply switch and the glass cockpit closing button.
Chapter completed!