Split Sky Rider

boom! ~

It wasn't the sound system of a flight simulator playing out, but the roar of a real jet engine that reached my ears.

You don't need to guess, it must be Bishop Ramya and the "rookie" who are giving step-by-step, one-on-one instruction.

This tuition fee is really worth it (—.—)!

Any current deposit should be sacrificed to heaven!

Callan Phillipston, who was undergoing simulated flight training, found it boring. He let go of the joystick and allowed the simulated aircraft to level automatically, making the pilots of non-combat aircraft more and more like tool men.

He complained angrily: "It's so unfair!"

There were two gentle taps on the cabin of the flight simulator, and a voice full of surprise came in.

"Huh? 'Piranha', do you think so too?"

Ashka Copernicus, who was about to log into the adjacent flight simulator, happened to hear Callan Phillips’s complaint, and immediately came over and said the above sentence.

Students in the advanced training class refer to each other by their flight call signs. Such call signs may accompany them throughout their lives. If they take a wrong call sign, they may be mistaken for life.

Callan Phillips, whose nickname is "Piranha", guessed and said: "I guess the 'rookie' is the eldest son of some family, so he will get special treatment from Bishop Ramya. In this case, why do you want to be in the same class with us? , the whole process was one-on-one.”

"Since you don't like it, let's find a 'rookie' to fight in a duel. Prove that you are stronger than the opponent and more worthy of the attention of Bishop Ramya, don't you think?"

Tempone Schneider, a trainee who gave himself the call sign "Panda Claw", suddenly intervened.

He was a self-funded student who was planning to find a job as a military contractor to enter the industry. He was able to find the old David's place to receive professional training, so he had connections.

After all, even if ordinary people know the place, they can't get in.

Private land cannot be entered without invitation, and even if you break in, you will be shot. The judge will not stand against the trespassers.

Hearing the complaints from fellow trainee students, Ashka Copernicus, who felt the same way, said in disgust: "Fighting? It's too violent, not a gentleman at all."

It's not like he hasn't seen the scene where Chen Fei punched the Lockheed son in place and straightened him up.

If it were Ashka Copernicus himself, he would probably be able to lie down for half a month with only half the strength.

In the Western world, bullying is considered gentlemanly behavior.

"Haha, did you misunderstand what I said? What I mean is that you can use the flight simulator to simulate a duel against each other and prove yourself with your strength."

Templeton Schneider couldn't understand the brain circuits of these two classmates who were going to fly civilian aircraft in the future.

Jealousy breeds hatred. Is this the persecution delusion that there are always unscrupulous people who want to harm me?

"Well……"

Callan Phillips began to ponder.

"Why are you still hesitating? I think the 'Panda Claw' proposal is a good idea. I remember that the 'Rookie' has less than a hundred flying hours. No matter how powerful it is, how powerful can it be?"

Thinking that he would not be punched in the stomach, Ashka Copernicus became bolder again.

To put it bluntly, a flight simulator is a high-end, high-end toy with high simulation. When played, it is no different from a virtual game. If you compete in the game, you will not be injured or die, and the price-performance ratio is extremely high.

Therefore, it must be done!

Karan thought the same thing, gritted his teeth, exited the flight simulator system, opened the canopy, nodded hard at the "Pumpkin" outside, and said, "Okay! I'll make a date with him later!"

Who are these people? Templeton Schneider despised these two bullies from the bottom of his heart.

"'Panda Claw', are you coming?"

Ashka Copernicus came to seduce Tempone Schneider again.

The latter is preparing to become a combat pilot for a military contractor. He should have good air combat capabilities. With his joining, he may be able to torture that kid for one more round.

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Twenty-eight thousand feet.

Commander Ramya, who was sitting in the back seat of the T-7C "Red Hawk" advanced trainer aircraft, said angrily: "'Rookie', you are rushing too hard, I can't see your operation?"

As the variant rolled and climbed, being the ace ACE was a bit overwhelming. Perhaps he had retired and his body functions were declining. He had black vision that lasted for nearly half a minute. A black cloud shrouded his eyes, so that he could not clearly see the dashboard. changes, from which Chen Fei's manipulation method can be inferred.

Now it seems that the flight data can only be retrieved for playback after returning to the ground, but the significance of on-site guidance is lost.

Chen Fei tilted his head as if nothing had happened and said, "Master Ramya, I think it's okay. The 'Red Eagle' still has enough margin."

"Idiot! Airplanes are stronger than people. If there is an accident, it will definitely happen to people first. Don't you know your G-Lock threshold?"

The action of the high-education machine has not yet completely ended, and Bishop Ramya is still locked in his seat, unable to move, and he can only speak harshly.

"Eh? No, I didn't understand."

Before that, Chen Fei had been flying turboprops.

How big a G value can the "Big Mouth Monster" have? The big bear Chekov didn't mention it, and the deputy squadron leader of "Devil Pepper" Ilene Lucius didn't seem to focus on introducing it. There is a G-Lock threshold. There is almost no difference between it and nothing.

"OMG, you are really a rookie. Go back and find a professional institution to do a physical examination yourself. Remember, don't go to the American Federation institution."

Bishop Ramya wanted to touch his forehead, but he couldn't even lift his hand. Suddenly, his body relaxed. Thank God, the action was over.

"Why?"

Chen Fei was puzzled.

The push rod was smoothly pushed to level, allowing the T-7C "Red Eagle" advanced trainer aircraft to remain at an altitude of 32,000 feet. The weather was clear and the sun was frightening. It shone on the surface of the aircraft, making the entire aircraft seem to be covered with a layer. The aperture shines brightly in the sky.

"Your physiological values ​​are already qualified as sovereign national defense secrets. Damn it, you have to modify the flight records later."

Bishop Ramya finally succeeded in stroking his forehead, but his head became enlarged.

The call records of the two people will be saved in the black box. The black box has at least hundreds of backup chips. It must be synchronized to modify the conversation between himself and Chen Fei. If the FBI is targeted, it will always be a troublesome thing. .

No matter how good David Sr.'s connections were, he could not refuse the FBI's investigation order, otherwise it would involve confronting federal security.

"Oh, that's it, thank you, Bishop."

Chen Fei is a standard flat-headed citizen, how could he have thought so much.

"Measure your own G-Lock threshold, design your G-Command according to your endurance, and match it with the aircraft. This is your tactical maneuver template. As long as it does not exceed this limit, your flight safety can be guaranteed."

Some of the information revealed by Bishop Ramya has already involved the teaching staff of the Federal Air Force. The entire training class is basically focused on civil aviation, but some private information can still be leaked during one-on-one teaching.

The vast majority of aircraft are designed for ordinary people to fly, and various restrictions are set.

If the Aerial Knight's exclusive crystal energy jet were to be piloted by ordinary people, after an over-limit rolling aerial combat skill, there would probably be nothing but a pile of flying pieces of meat in the cockpit.

Of course, there are still corresponding anti-overload protection measures, but even if you don't die on the spot, you will still be seriously injured.

"Understood!"

Chen Fei nodded. No wonder neither Chekhov's Big Bear nor the deputy squadron leader of "Devil Pepper" mentioned anything about letting him test fly the MiG-28. Instead, Hana BOSS directly arranged for him to go to Old David. A private airport training class to learn jet flying in a serious way.

If it is stronger than the MiG-28, the probability of danger is probably not low.

From this point of view, the flight of jets and turboprops is really very different.

In fact, just looking at the speed, once a jet starts to fly, it is probably more than three to five times that of a turboprop. Can anything be three to five times worse? It's definitely different.

Bishop Ramya took out a small tactical board, ticked a few ticks on it, and said at the same time: "According to the original plan, don't worry about the 14th and 15th movements. You can complete them in one minute, and the range of movements should be reduced." Be careful and have some margin.”

"receive!"

As soon as Chen Fei finished speaking, he pushed the joystick forward, and the entire cockpit seemed to lose gravity instantly.

A strong feeling of weightlessness came, and Bishop Ramya knew that he had just experienced black vision and was about to taste red vision again.

"Take it easy, take it easy, reduce your power, and don't use too much power from the engine. The Red Eagle is a single-engine jet, not a crystalline jet. Its power is limited, so you can't squander it casually. If it stalls, it will It’s not as easy to fix as a turboprop.”

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes turned red.

Damn it!

The operation of a turboprop aircraft to recover from a stall is extremely simple, just let go of the joystick. The tool pilot is the most redundant presence in the cockpit, and the greatest significance of his existence is to be a humanoid transponder.

"Well done! Training is over, let's return!"

Bishop Ramya, who was very physically exhausted, was breathing heavily. In fact, he didn't see anything. He relied on the experience accumulated in the Federal Air Force to judge Chen Fei's flying posture.

This student is indeed a good prospect, but it takes too much time for the instructor. After a series of tactical maneuvers, it takes seconds like years.

I have to go back to the Schumann wave recuperation cabin again. As this person gets older, he begins to feel overwhelmed by the difficult and stressful work.

After the 14th and 15th tactical moves of the teaching list were completed, it took five minutes for Bishop Ramya to get rid of the dizzy feeling.

"Is it over so soon? I want to do it again twice."

Chen Fei looked at the fuel meter with unfinished thoughts. There was still 40% left.

"No, no, no, too much is not enough. Let's get here first today."

Bishop Ramya closed his eyes and shook his head. If he had been ten years younger, he would still have sacrificed his life to accompany the gentleman.

But now, it's better to take it easy.

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I'll wait for dawn in the next section, but I can't guarantee that I can code it out. The rhythm will be completely disrupted.

Tomorrow is Children's Day, and mythical beasts rule the house.