Fighter planes roared and missiles flew sideways.

A missile that came out of nowhere bit a lone Jian-10 fighter was bitten to the death.

It can be seen that the pilot of this fighter is still very immature.

After discovering that he was being pursued by a missile, he did not immediately release the chaff and flame jammers.

Instead, they tried to rely on the fuselage excitement to avoid the missiles that were about to catch up with them.

However, this is not a science fiction movie, and there will be no situation where fighters are more maneuverable than missiles.

Before his fighter could complete its maneuver, the missile had already caught up with the lone fighter and then exploded it into a fireball in the air!

"You've died, come back next time!"

Looking at the blood-red characters on the helmet, Zhao Mengsheng sighed.

Then he pressed a red button on the side of the equipment cabin, and soon the coach came to his side.

Assist him in taking off his fully sensing helmet and mocap training suit.

Although this is only a training cabin, in the process just now, Zhao Mengsheng is still sweating, and the training uniform he wears in the training uniform has been soaked with sweat.

"Let's go take a shower first, and then have an analysis meeting."

The coach didn't say anything about Zhao Mengsheng's failure just now, but just lightly asked him to take a shower first.

"Instructor, me!"

Zhao Mengsheng still wanted to say something to the instructor.

But at this time, a rapid electric bell sounded in a fully enveloped training cabin next to it.

It's just that judging from the green light displayed on his training cabin, the other party has successfully completed today's training content.

"If there is anything, we will talk about it at the analysis meeting."

"Don't worry too much, you're in this normal state right now."

After comforting him, the instructor walked quickly to the front of the glowing green training pod.

Zhao Mengsheng glanced at his friend's training cabin with some envy and walked out of the training room.

Since being selected as a pilot, Zhao Mengsheng has always had a sense of pride.

Of course, he is also something to be proud of.

The selection of fighter pilots is rigorous, regardless of the era.

Even a hundred years later, the pilots who fly aerospace fighters to fight in the stars and outside the atmosphere are still the elite of the military.

However, this sense of pride was shattered after completing the theoretical training and entering the actual simulation training.

I don't know why, Zhao Mengsheng, who had almost a perfect score in the theory exam.

In simulator training, I was at the bottom of almost every course.

Especially in emergency situations, his reaction is almost always a few tenths of a second slower than others.

As a result, he is prone to mistakes when he encounters dangerous situations.

Just like in that situation just now, although he was thinking about releasing the Flame Decoy Missile first, he still subconsciously pulled up the operating stick in his hand.

"Your conditions are much better now than we were then."

Just when Zhao Mengsheng was still a little depressed, Lao Fei on the side handed over a bottle of mineral water.

"Drink some water and rehydrate."

Lao Fei said that he also opened a bottle of mineral water and drank it with a bang.

"I remember when we were still recruits, where was there such a sci-fi device, and at that time the cockpit was full of mechanical instruments, dense."

Lao Fei said as he walked into the bathhouse with Zhao Mengsheng.

Compared with Zhao Mengsheng, who was just sweating, the old pilot's training uniform was even more exaggerated, and he didn't know how long he was soaked, and there were already light white salt stains.

"We train a little bit harder and sweat a little bit more."

Lao Fei obviously noticed Zhao Mengsheng's gaze, lowered his head to look at his whitened training uniform, smiled and said.

"Don't you do hands-on training?"

Zhao Mengsheng sat on the bench in the locker room and asked with some curiosity.

In his mind, such a veteran should have gotten rid of the training cabin.

"Hey, we've recently changed to a new one, and we're still training!"

Lao Fei didn't think too much about it, took off his dirty training clothes, and threw them into the clothes basket, revealing his angular muscles.

Although the Air Force is a high-tech branch in everyone's minds, it does not mean that these proud sons do not have strong physical fitness.

It is no easier to control a fighter plane in an aerial high-intensity confrontation than to participate in an exercise.

"New machine?"

Zhao Mengsheng was also aroused at this time, after all, the characteristic of people is to like the new and hate the old.

Although the J-10 they are flying now is already a new generation of domestic third-generation aircraft.

But if you have a new machine, it is normal to like the new and hate the old.

"Is it a fourth-generation aircraft?"

Rumors of fourth-generation aircraft have been circulating among the troops recently.

Especially since they are trump cards, they are most likely to be the first to change their clothes, and there will be more gossip.

"What do you think!"

Lao Fei glanced at Zhao Mengsheng and said in a somewhat speechless tone:

"Jan Shi Change!"

The J-10 change is now a characteristic stalk within the Air Force.

Since six or seven years ago, J-10 has been constantly improving.

Some models, even by their appearance, are difficult to recognize whether they are J-10 or not, and only the pair of canard wings can barely be recognized.

Just among Zhao Mengsheng's troops, there are at least four models of Jian-10.

J-10 anti-air strengthened type, ground attack improved type, command type, short take-off and landing type, etc.

"What's the improved model this time?"

Zhao Mengsheng also took off his clothes and turned on the shower, asking while washing away the sweat on his body.

"It is said that the electronic equipment has been strengthened, and it can be regarded as a strengthened version of the command model."

Lao Fei took a shower very quickly, and at this time he had already finished taking a shower and began to wipe his body.

"However, judging from the situation reflected in the training cabin, the engine seems to have been improved, and the maneuverability is a little better than before."

"When I do some high-speed maneuvers, it's a lot smoother than before."

"But what the hell is going on, we have to find out after we get on the plane."

"Rookie, give you a piece of advice, the training pod is not the same as the real machine, and now is just the beginning."

After finishing speaking, Lao Fei didn't wait for the other party, but directly put on his own clothes and left.

After Zhao Mengsheng finished taking a bath, he stood at the door of the bathhouse and looked up at the sky.

Atmospheric visibility is good today, there are hardly any clouds.

In terms of flying conditions, this is a good day to fly.

But when will you be able to fly a real plane?

This answer lingered in Zhao Mengsheng's heart for a long time.

But he wasn't discouraged.

Since he was a child, his dream has been to fly fighter planes in the sky.

Now, he is very close to his dream.

In any case, you can't give up.

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"Zhao Mengsheng, why don't you release a hot decoy here?"

The instructor pointed to the video with some incomprehension, and Zhao Mengsheng asked about the handling of the missile.

"Instructor, I...

Zhao Mengsheng was also a little speechless for a while, because the scene at that time was too realistic.

made him think that he was on the battlefield for a while, and the sense of urgency between life and death almost drove him crazy.

I have completely forgotten what to do in such a situation.

It's not the first time that the instructor has encountered such a situation as Zhao Mengsheng, just looking at his embarrassed face, you can know what his situation is.

Some helplessly:

"Alright, sit down."

In fact, this is not the first time that such a situation has occurred with a flight cadet.

Zhao Mengsheng and the others are the second batch of students to use the realistic training cabin, and the situation is slightly better.

After all, everyone has a little bit of experience.

The situation of the first batch of trainees was even worse.

Of the twelve cadets, two were eventually diagnosed as unfit to fly, forever missing out on the pilot's career.

There was even a cadet who was diagnosed with PTSD, or Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Just when you see the cockpit of an airplane, you will tremble.

All of this stems from a function that was supposed to be a training helper.

Virtual reality!

The holographic helmet itself can already present a large number of data of the fighter, so it simulates the real flight state.

Just add enough flight scenes and you're good to go.

In the training cabin, there are also the same instruments and equipment as real fighters.

Even training suits with motion sensors added to them are able to simulate the overload of fighters in high-maneuver situations.

(This is mainly achieved by the flow and compression of the liquid within the garment.) ）

Although there is still a slight difference from the real fighter jet.

But compared with the original Air Force's rudimentary pilot training cabin, it is exactly the same as the real aircraft.

Many Lao Fei, after seeing this thing, think that future training will be much easier.

However, it was such a highly realistic flight environment that unexpected problems arose.

That is, the oppression of death in the process!

In the process of training, it is necessary to take into account the handling of aircraft failures, as well as various distress scenarios in battle.

It's all in the training pod to teach these new pilots who are just getting started.

However, everyone only sees the benefits of simulation, not the disadvantages.

That is, the psychological problem of the newcomer.

As a generation that has not experienced war, it is worth discussing how young people who grew up in peacetime behave when they experience death.

However, during the training process, it did show that there was a problem.

In high-intensity confrontations, especially in combat drills.

Many new pilots will bring their spirit and will to the real battlefield.

That would have been a good thing.

Because only by experiencing it can you avoid mistakes in the future.

But the characteristic of realistic training is a high degree of realism.

After being hit by a missile or a cannon, after the holographic helmet went black, many pilots had heart palpitations in an instant.

After being lifted out of the training pod by the instructor who was weak.

Ask them how they feel.

Many people's first reaction is:

"In that moment, I really felt like I was dead."

Not everyone can handle death calmly.

This is also why some students have post-traumatic stress disorder, which is a sequelae that usually only occurs after the battlefield.

Since then, when training, the focus on psychology has increased a lot.

The degree of realism of the training module has also been adjusted to a certain extent.

The first thing to be subtracted was the exterior clouds on the head-mounted display, replaced by an all-blue sky that was very false.

Secondly, the pressure on various parts of the body has been adjusted when performing a large overload maneuver.

To a certain extent, this allows the trainees to have a process of adaptation.

It is equivalent to adjusting the degree of realism from the original 90 percent to 60 percent.

"Looks like you're going to have to turn it up a little bit lower."

The coach said after carefully checking Zhao Mengsheng's reactions in various situations.

There is no way around it, as everyone has a different adaptation time to flying.

Some people may need to fly many times before they can withstand high-intensity combat confrontation.

Some people, just by flying for a year, can win the golden helmet.

There are some differences between people and people in terms of talent.

is also just starting to fly, Song Changming is already able to fly a fighter plane to play various difficult actions at Zhao Mengsheng's stage.

(Song Changming was the genius pilot who stood out from the first batch of realistic training capsules.) ）

"Instructor, isn't my talent bad?"

After hearing the instructor's helpless words, Zhao Mengsheng asked with some self-doubt.

The instructor also knew at this time that Zhao Mengsheng was a little inferior.

Sitting beside him, he comforted:

"You're doing a lot better now than we were back then."

"We didn't have such advanced technology at that time!"

"There's only a cockpit shell that doesn't move."

"When I flew for the first time, my heart was even more up-and-down."

"Especially me, when I flew for the first time, I was scolded by my master at the time."

"Compared to me, you're pretty good."

The instructor himself is actually a bit legendary.

When I first flew, the technology was not very good.

However, he has a less obvious advantage, and that is his willingness to delve into it.

At the end of each flight, he reflects on every movement in the flight.

So every time I was able to make a lot of progress, so little by little I grew to the current first-class pilot.

After telling his story, the instructor looked at Zhao Mengsheng with a smile and said:

"You now have much better training conditions than we do."

"Don't be afraid to fail, practice boldly!"

"No matter how terrible the situation in the training cabin, you can't die."

"You have to keep that in mind."

After the instructor finished speaking, he patted Zhao Mengsheng on the shoulder and left the classroom temporarily, leaving only one sentence:

"I'll give you some time to think about it."

Actually, Zhao Mengsheng really doesn't know how to operate?

Not.

He was because of the fear in his heart.

Fear of failure, fear of death.

The instructor understands that he only needs to be able to overcome the weakness of his heart.

Will definitely be able to be a good fighter pilot.

The road to pilots belonging to Zhao Mengsheng is still very long.

(End of chapter)