"These guys are real elites and treasures. The average Major Battalion, I heard that gold of the same quality is all made by the state with money, and no one can afford to lose."

In the running team, a tall middle-aged officer with a nuclear submarine armband wearing his right arm was exquisite and dazzling. He glanced at the ship flying team that was getting closer and closer and sighed: "Gold? This is a ship flying, which is more expensive than platinum. Last time I heard from the Chief of Staff that a ship flying costs at least 500 million to be trained. Damn it, a total of 500 million, how many fish to buy-6."

Five hundred million!

A total of five hundred million!

What does this unimaginable astronomical figure mean?

Fish-6 heavy torpedo, standard underwater offensive weapon for conventional naval submarines and attack nuclear submarines, the missile body diameter is 533 mm and weighs 1,600 kilograms. It adopts a composite guidance composed of active and passive acoustic self-guiding + wake self-guiding + line guidance, and the effective hit rate in the inescapable area is about 95%. A single hit can severely damage a large aircraft carrier, with extremely high deterrence.

One fish-6 heavy torpedo, the cost of a single one is about 25 million yuan.

For RMB 500 million, you can buy a total of 20 fish-6.

Nowadays, the fleet flying teams that are constantly approaching the "Jinling" officers and soldiers on the training ground runway are completely human-shaped platinum, with a living 6 billion yuan.

Well, no, it is 1200 fish-6 heavy torpedoes.

As the highest commander of the nuclear submarine weapon compartment, his favorite is to touch the cold and killing fish-6 with his own hands. He hopes that one day, he can open the live ammunition insurance himself and put it in the torpedo tube to give the most deadly blow to the invading enemy.

"Oh... It's a pity that I didn't pass the test back then, and I was beaten during the exam, otherwise I would have been a pilot today." A middle-aged man wearing black glasses exuded a faint elegance, and his slightly turbid eyes stared at the approaching fleet of ships and said softly.

"Stop bragging, military doctor, who doesn't know that you scored 400 points in the college entrance examination back then?" Another crew member of the same age with a slightly sturdy face in the team, heard these words, unhesitated the military doctor's true feelings and said with a smile.

As the words came down, the crew members running around laughed.

400 points in the college entrance examination?

When I was at the most down and out, I never recruited flight students who had passed this score line.

The name of genius belongs to the true human elite!

"Everyone is quiet, now he is doing exercises. Have you forgotten the discipline? Discussion is prohibited, keep it quiet!" Suddenly, a serious and upright voice came, and the source was the Chief of Staff who was responsible for the team leader performing daily training on the right side of the team.

discipline!

The sound spread, and the atmosphere of the marching team became solemn and quiet in an instant.

Everyone had a serious face, remained silent, and no longer spoke.

The young crew member, who had a slightly thin expression at first, turned to look behind him, his eyes bright and clear. He watched the fleet of ships led by Zhang Wu gradually face his own team until he surpassed him. He was filled with envy and desire in his eyes, and he murmured softly:

"So handsome..."

eager.

envious.

There is also a trace of yearning from the deepest part of the heart.

As a special army of the Jinling nuclear submarine, as a sonar, he does not like the boundless sea that has been traversed for a long time, but yearns for the sky full of infinite charm and the touching blue.

The boundless blue world.—

However, with a binocular vision of 1:5, he is not a pilot, just like Lao He, the military doctor in the team.

After thinking about it, the young crew member glanced at the fleet that had already left, shook his head gently, and let out a breath of turbid air, eliminating all kinds of thoughts deep in his heart, no longer thinking about it, and running forward with the rhythm of the team.

The soft and bright light reflects the huge No. 4 training ground.

The physical training in the early morning continued silently.

The officers and soldiers affiliated with various departments maintain discipline and orderly, and each conducts morning exercise training.

Although the training is boring and boring, the practice is still done every day, and the thunder cannot be struck or the wind cannot be blown.

As a member of the Qingcheng nuclear submarine base, every soldier in the training ground understands his own mission and is on the forefront of the war.

One circle.

Two laps.

Five circles.

Seven circles.

Time passed slowly like water, and the fleet led by Zhang Wu arrived at the finish line after running seven and a half laps around the 400-meter standard track in the training ground.

"Everyone has it, stand firm, turn right, walk in one step! Leave the track and prepare for medical examination!"

Colonel Zhang Wu, who was staying on the left side of the team, had a rosy face, a heavy nose, and a crystal clear bead of sweat between his eyebrows. He raised his right hand and looked at the timer - 11 minutes and 30 seconds, nodded slightly, and then issued an order.

11 minutes and 30 seconds, this is a dazzling training result.

The comprehensive results of the first training teams were excellent!

"clatter!"

In a blink of an eye, a uniform sound of footsteps came out.

The entire training team that was running responded as quickly as possible, stopped, straightened their backs like pineapples, turned to the right, facing Colonel Zhang Wu, wearing a sea soul shirt, walked in unison and left the track.

At this moment, like Zhang Wu, in the environment of the No. 4 training ground, everyone who had run three thousand meters had red faces, his chest kept rising and falling, his breath was as thick as a cow, and his upper body was almost soaked in sweat, trying to maintain his military posture and formation.

tired.

Unprecedented tiredness.

This three-kilometer physical training was particularly tired.

Soon, all the participants who had finished the training left the track and waited on the spot. Then, the military medical team, which had been ready at the edge of the training ground, came with medical devices and an officer-style tactical tablet as quickly as possible.

Afterwards, two military doctors quickly checked each pilot to check if there was any abnormality in their bodies.

examine!

A particularly strict medical examination process!

Due to the different underground environments, all departments in the underground area of ​​Qingcheng Nuclear Submarine Base must go through a strict and meticulous medical examination process after conducting military training to ensure physical examination, and then obtain confirmation and permission from the military doctor on duty before the next round of training can be carried out.

This is the core clause of the underground training of Qingcheng Nuclear Submarine Base. It is for all staff of the base and is not specifically targeted at the training team, just for safety.

Of course, as top pilots, the twelve people present have long been familiar with this process similar to the aviation doctor's inspection before and after takeoff.

"How would he react?"

The falcon, who was standing at the front of the team, was close together and maintained his military posture. He was still operated by the military doctor, taking deep breaths, adjusting his physical condition, and trying to dispel the burning feeling of pain in his chest. He subconsciously looked at the middle area of ​​the team on the right, and his eyes turned to the figure. Then, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his eyes were filled with helplessness and unwillingness in his eyes. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
Chapter completed!