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"The simulated battlefield platform is a supercomputer system that conducts simulated wars in a virtual environment."

"Its predecessor is the result of the integration of a series of technologies such as virtual laboratory technology, simulated aircraft technology, and planetary physics simulation developed by Infinite Company," the security consultant explained.

"Simulation trainers, I know, are very good technology."

The president once saw a flight training device in Ohio and was deeply impressed.

"Their flight training device is much more advanced than ours!" The security adviser took out another report and handed it to the president. "This is an in-depth investigation report on their flight simulation training device. They have passed this simulation system.

Trained more than 200 J-10 fighter pilots."

The president curled his lips slightly. The more than two hundred third-generation aircraft pilots are just a drop in the bucket compared to the thousands of fighter pilots the United States has.

But he knew that there must be something different, so he wisely did not show his disdainful expression.

The security consultant ignored the weird expression on his face and explained to him seriously: "Among their instructors, there is Colonel Xu... who is roughly equivalent to our brigadier general."

He automatically converted the character titles in the data into titles familiar to Westerners.

This Brigadier General Xu came to us with their Southwest Aircraft Industry Group in the 1980s. At that time, he was just a major. At that time, we had a good relationship in order to jointly resist the Soviet Union.

"The main purpose is to help them develop FC-1, and the Pentagon has also sent people here."

He dug out an old photo that was off-white and somewhat oxidized.

"At that time, one of our Major Claude had many air battles with him, and both sides were evenly matched."

"Who is this Major Claude?"

"The president of the Air Force Academy, General Claude, a former ace pilot!"

"Understood! What you mean is that they sent an ace pilot to train their J-10 fighter pilots?" The president raised his eyebrows, somewhat understanding what he meant.

"It's not just that!" The security adviser pointed to a report content, asking the president to pay attention. "Look here, in the early stages of training, Brigadier General Xu's battle results were 164 battles, with all victories."

"Looking at the back, this is the battle report one month later. There were 306 battles, 217 wins, 19 losses, and 70 no results."

"Continue, three months later, Brigadier General Xu fought with the students, winning 180 times, losing 92 times, and neither side achieved any results 124 times!"

The president exclaimed: "The level of their students has improved very quickly!"

The security consultant shook his head: "What you see is only the superficial phenomenon. According to General Claude, Brigadier General Xu is a genius pilot. Any actions he has made will soon be copied by the opponent.

And apply it to actual combat.”

"And he works very hard and studies his flying skills every day. Twenty years later, Brigadier General Xu's flying skills must be so high that it is difficult to match!"

"However, you have also seen that after just three months of training, more than 60% of the students have reached the same level as him, or even as good as him. This is the key. A terrifying person

The data!"

The president's brows knitted together tightly.

Only now did he know why the security consultant repeatedly asked him to read the report carefully.

Indeed, some of the information involved here is really scary.

More than a hundred ace pilots?

He shuddered.

The United States participates in the most actual combat operations in the world, but it always bullies the weak. The pilots receive obviously insufficient training, and the number of ace pilots who emerge from them is not too many.

If the other party is an ace pilot, God! Just thinking about it makes people feel scared!

"We also want to build a comprehensive training base! It must be built, and it must be built immediately!"

"We have the best scientific and technological talents in the world and advanced high-tech means. We can definitely build a simulation training platform that is ten times better than them!"

He did not ask about the simulation training situation of the Navy and Army. It was obvious that the simulated battlefield platform of Infinite Company was very effective!

The security consultant smiled bitterly and sighed deeply: "Unfortunately, we can't do it."

"Why?"

The president, who was immersed in the dream that the whole country was an ace pilot, turned around in astonishment and asked in disbelief: "Why not? Isn't our high-tech level not as high as theirs? Isn't our precision manufacturing technology not as good as theirs? Ours

Is my computer application level worse than theirs?"

The security consultant looked a little frustrated, covered his mouth, and said in embarrassment: "We are not very clear about other aspects, but in terms of computer technology, maybe... maybe we have fallen behind..."

"We didn't know much about Infinity Company before. It was a very mysterious private company."

"But one of their general managers, Chen Jie, you must know that he defeated Soros and many investment institutions on Wall Street during the Asian financial crisis in 1998."

"We always thought that their strengths were finance, electronics, and software development. Later, they launched personal computers, which gained some limelight in the past few years. We couldn't compete with each other in terms of cost."

"But as far as chip technology is concerned, everyone is still on the same level."

"But the launch of the simulated battlefield platform shocked us."

According to information obtained by intelligence personnel, they used dozens, or possibly hundreds, of supercomputer groups to build this simulation training platform, which can be used for both actual military training and scientific experiments.

The report even revealed that it includes research on artificial intelligence. In short, it has many benefits.

However, according to calculations by the Los Alamos National Laboratory, in order to build a practical virtual planet environment, using their latest 300 billion supercomputer, it will take more than 500 supercomputer systems to achieve the same effect.

!

"How is that possible? Their supercomputer has already reached a speed of tens of trillions of calculations?"

the president exclaimed.

"The difference may not be that big. It is estimated to be about twice the difference. However, considering the efficiency of parallel computing of supercomputer groups, if we want to build a platform with the same performance, we may actually need more supercomputers."

"This is not the point of the problem. The problem is that even if their supercomputing is only twice as fast as ours, it is already amazing."

"What's more, they can actually mass-produce dozens of sets, hundreds of sets, my God! They build the most cutting-edge supercomputers at will like building blocks. This shows that they have mastered mature technology and fully achieved the

The ability to commercialize!”

"But have you seen them sell even one exascale supercomputer?"

"No!"

"They have packed up the best stuff! The personal computers sold to us in Europe and the United States are like squeezing out toothpaste. The performance of each generation of processors is only slightly better than Intel's."

"If it hadn't been for the reports sent back by intelligence personnel, and this simulated battlefield platform was born, we would have no idea that they would have such cutting-edge technology!"

"The reason why they don't have a large number of assemblies is probably not for technical reasons, but because they don't want to spend so much money! Or their economic scale is not enough to support a huge high-tech training regiment."

"But as long as they want to, they will most likely be able to train thousands of ace pilots within half a year and wipe out any enemy!"

"Whenever I think about such a scene, I feel horrified."

"God! This will be the end of our white rule!"

The president's face turned livid, and he punched the desk, knocking the wooden sculpture to the ground again.

"What do you suggest?"

The security adviser looked at him and said word by word: "I suggest that you immediately call in the Vice President, the Assistant Secretary of State, the Pentagon... we hold a small meeting to think about countermeasures!"

"Call them right away!"

The cowboy president was impatient and couldn't wait even a quarter of an hour, so he immediately gave the order.