study!

Even if you pay the price of blood, go and learn!

Then, the most critical link is the essence and remove the dross!

The U.S. Navy owns the Pensacola Base Training Center, and after gaining the essence, the navy, who was crazy, not only established the largest Qingcheng aircraft carrier aircraft training base in Asia, but also joined forces with the Qingcheng nuclear submarine base to create a set of training subjects on nuclear submarine rescue for the first time.

It is no joke to use nuclear submarines to carry out rescue training. There is only one in the world, and there is no semicolon. Even the world's No. 1 navy dares to do this.

Because the great men in charge of the military's money bags are not so crazy.

The most important thing is that this training subject is neither a face-saving project nor an embroidered pillow that is just a prestigious one, but is actually equipped with practical application conditions.

unrealistic?

It does not exist.

Although the navy is crazy, it will never spend money randomly. Any military project must undergo strict review and evaluation and be verified before it can be carried out.

Nuclear submarine rescue projects, combined with comprehensive and complete professional maritime survival subjects, after simulation evaluation and speculation, the survival rate of our carrier-based aircraft pilots will be increased by at least 5%.

Don’t think that 5% looks nothing or even a bit insignificant. This is an exclusive data related to the lives of carrier-based pilots. In the field of world military rescue, every increase of one percentage point will cost a huge price.

The 5% increase in survival rate can be regarded as a breakthrough success in the field of military rescue.

As for whether it is worth consuming such a large price to exchange for a 5% increase in survival rate.

It's still the same saying, it's worth it.

Let’s not talk about the preciousness of life. Just according to the theory of value, as a high-end combat force in modern warfare, carrier-based aircraft pilots are priced at platinum, and are by no means ordinary consumables.

For any military, including the U.S. Navy, it cannot afford to lose a large number of carrier-based pilots.

loss?

At least one digit, or at worst two digits, the unit price is 100 million.

Ge Haiping's voice echoed in the huge combat room.

Everyone's expressions were as good as before, without any change, so they listened quietly.

"Nuclear submarine rescue, as the name suggests, is a remote rescue method with nuclear submarines as the main rescue platform. Of course, I know that the term nuclear submarine may be a bit strange and complex to you, and may have never been exposed to it in your previous life. Some people may not be able to adapt to the claustrophobic environment of submarines, nor to the situation of underwater navigation. However, I hope that you, the best prides of heaven, can overcome these difficulties and complete training."

Ge Haiping's face showed a serious look, his back was straight, and his right hand was raised, and he saluted every top pilot in front of him. His bright eyes stared at everyone, and his eyes stopped a little above the young figure in the middle of the training team:

"May you overcome all obstacles, may you move forward bravely, may you become true sword dancers, defend against enemies outside the country, and live up to the expectations of the motherland and the people for you."

The voice is calm, not as high as it was at first, but even so, it still contains a majesty and momentum that belongs to the general.

Defend the enemy outside the country's gates, and the smoke of war will no longer be allowed to touch an inch of the country!

no way!

This is the expectation of the Republic's general Ge Haiping, and it is also the goal for every Chinese soldier to fight for. No matter how difficult this road is, no one can make the scene of the country breaking down 83 years ago again.

If there is, then destroy it!

"yes!"

When all the pilots participated in the training were solemn that they felt something burning in their bodies. They suddenly raised their right hand and raised their hand to Ge Haiping, who was directly in front of the team.

The sound is high and loud, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Zhou Hai's face was solemn and his extremely keen eyes naturally observed the gaze that Ge Haiping cast just now, and he understood the significance of this formal speech.

expect!

This comes from Uncle Ge, no, the expectations of the Republic's Rear Admiral Ge Haiping!

"My speech is over, Tian Lei, leave!"

There were a little wrinkles between his eyebrows, and Ge Haiping, who was full of serious faces, lowered his right hand and issued an order in a straight voice.

"arrive!"

On the podium, Tian Lei, the colonel officer at the end of the officers' team, responded loudly, then stepped out of the team, and trotted to Ge Haiping to stop on the left side, with his body straight and standing in a military posture.

"Take the sixth batch of comprehensive marine survival rescue training teams to the residential area, allocate dormitory, and prepare before training." Ge Haiping said in a straight voice, giving instructions.

"yes!"

Colonel Tian Lei heard Ge Haiping's instructions and raised his right hand and responded loudly.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person turned around and faced the entire training team below the stage: "The sixth group of training teams obeyed the orders, all of them had them. Take a break, stand at attention, turn right, and walk in unison!"

As the command sound echoed in the silent combat room, the entire training team moved with the order, turned to the right in an orderly manner, walked along the narrow passage, and headed straight for the silver-white metal door not far ahead.

Before leaving, Zhou Hai, who was in the team, glanced at Ge Haiping, who was as tall as a towering mountain.

The rough and dark face seemed to have a faint smile, and there was something inexplicable deep in the eyes that were as hot as the scorching sun.

Zhou Hai knew what that was.

Reassuring,

expect,

There is also something called hope.

Thank you, Uncle Ge. - Zhou Hai took a deep breath, didn't say anything, kept silent, withdrew his gaze, and followed the team forward.

The twelve people were taken away quietly and orderly. Dai Minmeng, the highest commander of the training team, did not take action. He stood there and did not leave with the team.

Dai Minhui's mission has ended, and the next thing is not his business. The temporary training is all the responsibility of Qingcheng Nuclear Submarine Base.

"squeak!"

A slight sound came out, and the access control device activated and the closed silver-white metal door slowly opened.

Under the leadership of Colonel Tian Lei, all the pilots participated in the training passed through the gate in an orderly manner and left the war room.

Soon, with the last pilot participating in the training leaving, the silver-white metal door closed again, and the huge combat room fell into silence.

silence.

Deadly silence.

The energy-saving lights hanging on the top of the ceiling fell like a stream, covering the senior naval officers on the podium.

"call……"

Ge Haiping, who was standing in place, watched all the training teams leave and disappear from sight, gently exhaling a breath of turbid air, the serious look on his face slightly eased, and his crystal clear eyes refracted a dazzling light, like stars.

...

This is yesterday, and today, I also said that I slept on the table and slept until three o'clock last night.
Chapter completed!