Hess quickly turned his eyes on De in the corner! De, as a transfer student, your strength is the strongest in Fang Ze Armed Academy, as for MiG, please leave it to you. ”

"No problem, I've looked at his battle video, and it's not very difficult to shoot him down." Delan's face was calm, and he made a low sound, a hand as big as a dustpan, and then clenched into a fist, and there were several "clicks" in the bone joints.

Hearing Derain say this, Hess smiled slightly. In his opinion, with Delan's strength, there should be no problem in suppressing the MiG, and Delan is driving a type machine, which already has an advantage, once the Aya's soul-level characters are suppressed, the morale of the Aya's Air Combat Academy will undoubtedly worsen.

After assigning the detailed tactical deployment, Hess immediately spoke: "In order to maintain the suddenness and secrecy of this mission, before the war with Aya, each legion will be. Don't leave school for a long time. ”

"Hess, what do you mean by that? Are you still afraid that we will leak secrets? Wang Ting suddenly asked, looking very dissatisfied, Hess said. In her opinion, it is clearly house arrest, and for soldiers, such a thing is understandable, but they are real students.

With Wang Ting's opening, the people in the audience also discussed, and there was a slight dissatisfaction in their expressions.

"This is also something that can't be helped, after all, this action is really important, and there is no room for mistakes, and I hope everyone understands." Hess leaned over slightly, apologetically.

"Hmph." Wang Ting snorted coldly, and then turned her head to the side. The other students also stopped talking, and their expressions were no longer as colorful as they had just been.

Obviously, Hess has been thinking about the morale of the Aya Air Combat Academy, but he has not thought about the morale of his own side.

Meanwhile, Dean was in his own home, wearing a loose white gauze coat and holding a handful of rice in his hand, standing next to a large birdcage, teasing the white parrot inside.

"Say, Qiang An is a genius." Dean held a handful of rice in his hand and dangled it in front of the white parrot.

"Dean, genius." The white parrot looked at the grain rice in Dean's hand and made such a sound.

"Huh." Dean smiled lightly, and then put the grain rice in his hand into the parrot's small metal bowl.

Just as his face was full of relief, the communication on his wrist rang, and it was his friend Narin who asked to call.

"What's the matter with Narin?" Qi An patted the grain of rice stuck to his hand and asked.

"Hess has made tactical arrangements just now, but I always feel uncertain and want to talk to you." Narin said that he and Dean were friends at school, and he himself was a fan of Qiang'an, and he knew better than anyone that it was because of Dean's existence that Fang Ze Armed Academy could always firmly press the Aya Air Combat Academy.

Moreover, in the school, many professors in strategic command say that Dean's talent is no less than that of Kong Ming of the Three Kingdoms, which shows that the professor has a high evaluation of Deande.

"I've been fired now, you tell me, it doesn't seem appropriate, right?" Dean said, and sat down on his desk.

"Dean, I know you're still angry with Lippi, but even if I ask you, listen to it, if there are any loopholes, I hope you will point it out in time." Narin said bitterly.

Dean smiled lightly: "Okay, then you can talk about it." ”

Hearing what Dean said, Narin breathed a sigh of relief, and then told Hess's deployment 1510.

After hearing this, Dean thought for a moment. There was a hint of strangeness between his eyebrows, and then he smiled and said, "It's good, I don't see any loopholes." ”

"I'm relieved when you say that, thank you Dean." With that, Narin disconnected the liaison.

At this time, Dean's relaxed color faded immediately, and he quickly turned on his light-sensing computer and called up the map of Fang Ze Armed Academy in the Yukon Net.

After carefully studying it for a while, Dean drew a small cross on the fifth sub-base of Fang Ze Armed Academy, then let out a long sigh and said to himself, "It's over." ”

Di An's thoughts, no one knows, but the reason why he didn't tell Narin what he thinks is because he knows, and if he says it in vain, Lippi and even Hess won't listen to it at all, rather than this, it is better not to hit Fang Ze's morale, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

Unable to help but draw a big sigh on the screen of the light-sensitive computer, he said, "He is the biggest threat to Fang Ze Armed Academy." ”。

At this time, Yuan Ye didn't know that Yuan Ye Fang Ze Armed Academy's Dean would make such a high evaluation of him, and now he was sitting in the fighter simulator, practicing with a somewhat hideous face, and there were a few red marks on the back of his right hand, and the fierce-faced man was sitting behind him, constantly playing with the rubber stick in his hand.

Syllable.

Without warning, the fierce-faced man once again looked at the back of Yuan Ye's hand, and then said in a slightly reprimanding tone: "How many times have I told you?" It's good to press the button once, why press it twice? You are not the reactive performance of the shallow machine. I want to press the third time to confirm the time. Tell you. Seven is useless, it's useless to press a hundred times, and you are doing this, obviously doing useless operations, wasting your hands in vain, the preciousness of your hands, maybe you don't feel anything now, and when you start to do level or even level difficulty flight actions, you will deeply appreciate its preciousness, so in the early days of your piloting the fighter, you must get rid of the bad problem of wasting your hands, remember every operation you have, and you must swing it to the effect it deserves. ”

"Got it." Yuan Ye made a pained expression, rubbed the back of his hand, and began to continue to practice according to the syllabus that the fierce-faced man had formulated for him.

"Also, why don't you use your pinky finger when you're manipulating a fighter?" The male-faced man asked again.

The little finger is not very flexible, and it is not strong," Yuan Ye said truthfully.

"If you are not flexible, even until you are flexible, if you don't have strength, you have to train strength." The fierce-faced man said in a serious tone, obviously in practice, the fierce-faced man was definitely a strict and mean coach.

"Okay." After Yuan Ye finished speaking, he began to control the fighter, in an extremely narrow canyon, doing various flight actions, the difficulty of which is naturally self-evident, as long as a little bit of heart, it will hit the wall and explode.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that Yuan Ye finished his training in the fighter simulator, and on the back of his hand, there were dense red marks, one by one, and a little red and swollen.

"I said, can't you tap next time? It hurts. Yuan Ye looked pained, rubbed the back of his hand, then took out the Fuguang treatment device and swept it around the back of his hand.

"It doesn't hurt, can you have a long memory?" After the male-faced man finished speaking, he yawned a few times and walked into the bedroom.

Using the light therapy instrument, the injury on the back of his hand was treated, and Yuan Ye sat in front of the light-sensing computer while studying "Analysis of the Theory of Invincible Driving". Still trying to simplify the Bilbao lightning drift, the first three lightning drifts, Yuan Ye has easily solved, the fourth time can be regarded as a simplified completion through unremitting efforts, right now, Yuan Ye is working hard to calculate, deduce the fifth lightning drift, trying to simplify.

Now, Yuan Ye has almost regarded simplifying Bilbao Lightning Drift as a kind of game, and every time he simplifies it, Yuan Ye will have an extra sense of achievement.

is also so hardworking, not only Yuan Ye alone. At this time, MiG was still in his training room, practicing desperately, and in the battle with Bisman, although he accepted defeat, it did not mean that he had to succumb to this defeat.

He's going to fight back, that's the belief in his heart.

For the entire twelve hours, except for eating, MiG spent all his time in high-intensity training, and sweat had soaked through his three clothes. And he hasn't stopped yet.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that MiG finally arrived on the ground due to physical exhaustion, panting in his mouth, and traces of indomitable could still be seen in his eyes.

Lying on the ground to recover a little bit of strength, MiG went into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

Just as MiG came out of the bathroom in his pajamas, the liaison placed on the sand suddenly rang.

"Who could it be so late?" MiG was a little puzzled and picked up his contact, but his expression moved slightly, and it was his father Mio who asked for the call. Mio is a theater commander with the rank of lieutenant general, and although the army in charge is not in Max's ruling zone, he is definitely a high-ranking official.

After connecting the contact, a middle-aged man with a good appearance and a heroic spirit between his eyebrows immediately appeared in front of MiG's eyes, and he was Mio, judging by his appearance. MiG looks a lot like his father, especially the rare silver.

"I'm sorry, MiG, I woke you up so late, you should be past two o'clock in the morning, right?" Mio said softly, perhaps because of a long-term relationship in a high position, and there was an air of majesty in his words.

"No, I'm just getting ready to go to bed." MiG replied very politely.

"I remember the last time you told me that you wanted to go to the army for training, I thought it was time for you to hone and hone, so I helped you connect with a good air base, and they are very welcome for you to go there for an internship, and the time is set for January next year." Mio said slowly.

"Excuse me, father, don't worry, I won't let you down." MiG still replied politely, and there was already a hint of excitement between his eyebrows, it was his dream since he was a child to be able to work hard in the army like his father.

"Hmm." Mio nodded slightly: "In this case, I won't disturb your rest, say hello to your mother and Mijia for me, goodbye." ”

"Goodbye, father." MiG replied softly.

With the interruption of contact with his father, MiG breathed a long sigh of relief, and then leaned against the back of the sand, his father brought him undoubtedly good news, but before he went to the army, there was still a lot of work to do, in short, he could not leave any regrets for his college time.