The two-boat strangulation show lasted nearly fifteen minutes, and was finally shot down by the other side with a small bias mistake on one side.

Fazzani, who has made a lot of achievements in annihilation combat, can be regarded as having seen a big scene, and even he can't help but smack his tongue at it, excitedly elbowing Major Petowski again and again, but the captain of the 'Deathwing' yawned after the performance.

"Tender is a little tender, but you don't have to teach it from scratch." He commented.

"This is the elite recruited by the Belier Flight Academy within the scope of the All-Silver Alliance, Mike, it is said that it is a practical combat class personally taught by the current deputy head of the 'Mandala Feather Regiment'."

"Barno. Kinsey is much worse than his sister, I guessed it from the battle report early in the morning, the data king has always been a mistaken child, fortunately, there is still a Yuwen Xiu in the Yushi group, and there is obviously his shadow in the actions of the two children just now. ”

"'Skull Crusher' Yuwen Xiu? I know he's the second Fleet Crash King's current brand, and the number of crashes is only greater than Steve's. Kinsey is a few short. Fazzani stared out the porthole at the training planes that were lining up for their home, stunned.

"In terms of actual combat skills, Yu Wenxiu is estimated to be ranked above Steve, and his ability makes the few destroyers of the boatman 'Skeleton Party' feel scared." Petowski stroked a long scar on his cheek with his fingers, and he said: "A few years ago, the First Fleet sent the Feather Warriors to Skati to quell the rebellion. The 18 fighters of the 'Skeleton Party', including the Peacock, almost single-handedly forced the Skeleton Party's 'Glaive Soaring' aircraft carrier to leap back, so it got the nickname 'Skull Crusher'. ”

"I see." Fazani nodded, his eyes looking out the window, and suddenly remembered something.

"Mike, this simulation platform, I've never dabbled in it before, so I don't have a concept, but since I came to see it, I feel like it's a waste." He pointed out the window to the endless starry sky simulated by thousands of holographic projections, and asked, "I mean, why not use a holographic helmet simulation?" Aren't those sets of software and equipment of the Silver Alliance Navy very practical? You don't have to occupy such a huge area. Fazani remembered that at the beginning of the formation of Deathwing, in order to help Petowski deploy dozens of damn simulators, he almost broke his mouth with an old acquaintance of the Second Fleet's quartermaster's department.

"This is the real simulation, General, the set of things at our Forkus base can only be regarded as better than nothing compared to this." The major grabbed his hair and explained to his superiors.

"The real battlefield needs a real perception, and the sense of light, shadow, distance, and space must be absolutely real, even if it is a millimeter, it will be a thousand miles away." He counted his fingers. "In the cockpit, the simulation of realism is becoming more and more important, touching and receiving, seeing and feeding, the center of gravity and the line of sight, the subtle differences, the choice of reference objects and absolutely real valid data, which can only be felt as a pilot on the real battlefield." His gaze drooped slightly.

"But on a real battlefield, if you want to take those feelings and experiences into the next battle, the premise is that you have to live, and that falls into a paradox." He looked at his fingers.

"No experience is equal to death, but if you are lucky enough not to die and have some experience, then everything is unknown until you gain more experience in the next game."

"It's like a game." The Major pursed his lips, and he noticed that Fazani seemed to be listening. "Pilots are lucky enough to survive and level up for more challenges, but if the premise of the battle is the same, the survival rate that the level can give you will be greatly increased."

"But in any case, you still have a chance to die in this game, which will overturn everything before, because once you die, the level will be wiped out with you, there is no restart, there is no rematch, there is no rematch, there is just the nonsense written on your grave." Petowski let out a chuckle.

There are no regrets when you live in the sea of stars and die...... Fazzani thought to himself about that nonsense, the traditional epitaph of the Silver Alliance's naval service for the dead.

He was suddenly displeased, annoyed by the veteran's sentimentality. Scars of war, who the fuck lacks this damn thing? Cheer up that damn spirit! But he resisted the rebuke that was about to blurt out, and just waited quietly.

"You just said my people are coming back?" The major came to his senses.

"I made a promise, didn't I?" Fazzani patted him on the back, and the two of them walked out of the observation room together, walking down the long hallway.

"Can you tell me a little bit in private? How did you do that? I mean Cooper, one of the toughest and most asshole commanders I've ever met. The Major asked curiously.

"With a little magic, you know, the Alajo cave opens, forgets about it, and then it's a natural ......"

"I'm afraid it's a bit of a threat, right? General," Petowski laughed.

"Don't think I'm so rude, Mike, by the way, you just said the most stubborn and bastard, am I one of them?" He pretended to frown.

"No, you're another class, General, the one who's going to send Old Mike to the West Heavens sooner or later." The major sneered slightly.

"Oh, Mike, look at your rotten mouth." Fazani feigned.

"It was." Mike. Petowski didn't care, chewing on his candy in his mouth.

"Are you ready to meet your gang of newbies?" Fazzani began to send messages to Colonel Navarro on his watch.

"Don't try to push the black cauldron in the corner of the wall to me, Lord Headmaster, they are your students, and I am just a teacher." The Major teased.

"Don't be humble, Mike, there will never be Dino in your world. Fazzani's name. A strange smile swelled into Fazzani's mouth. Trust me, it's all going to have to be on your head in the end, Steve. Kinsey will find a way to peel you off, and I'm just a useless old man who is about to get a soft fungus. ”

"That's really the case...... Petowski grabbed his scalp as he walked, chewing significantly more often in his mouth. It makes me shiver with fear. He snorted half-truths.