You were asked to repeat your senior year of high school, and you took advantage of the opportunity

Chapter 610: Combat Exercise with Pakistan Air Force

"and after?"

Jiang Chen asked.

As a qualified group of people who enjoy the atmosphere.

Asking questions at the right time can advance the story.

"Have you heard of the 'Hough effect'?" Huang Zhiguo asked back.

Jiang Chen shook his head.

"The 'Hoff effect' means that once a person has an idea about something, he or she will be obsessed with it until the idea is implemented."

"This new pilot must have experienced the 'Hough effect' at that time."

"After investigation, he called home and said, 'I don't have time to come back to visit you during the Chinese New Year, but I can fly home at a certain time on the first day of the new year, and then I will fly a few circles in the sky for you and the villagers to see, just as a performance to make everyone happy."

"In order to better determine the exact location of his hometown, this newcomer specifically asked his father to tie a large red cloth to the tallest book in the house to facilitate his observation."

"Then he informed his family that he would fly over from the southwest."

"His family members were not very knowledgeable. When they heard that their son had made it big and was going to fly a plane back home, they felt that it was a great honor for the family. But since they couldn't find any red cloth, they temporarily found a large white cloth to tie it up."

"On the agreed day, this guy actually flew home."

"But I don't know if it was because of the white cloth or because of operational error, anyway, when the pilot flew to the doorstep and was about to circle at low altitude and perform a few maneuvers as a performance, the plane unexpectedly lost control."

"Then, under the stunned gaze of his father, family members, and hundreds of villagers who were watching the excitement, the J-8 plunged into the farmland outside the village."

"Fortunately, this accident did not cause any casualties to innocent people except the new pilot."

"This accident also became the only plane crash in the history of our air force caused by homesickness."
After listening to Huang Zhiguo’s story.

Jiang Chen was stunned.

There was no other word in his mind except 'absurd'.

Just because he missed home so much and wanted to show off in front of his family, he secretly flew a fighter jet back home?
And it also caused a plane crash.

This isn't fucking ridiculous.

There is nothing absurd in the world.

"What happened next?" Jiang Chen continued to ask.

Huang Zhiguo shrugged. "The guy is dead, so of course there is no way to hold him accountable. But the 334th Regiment and higher-level departments suffered because they were responsible for poor supervision and leadership, so a lot of people were fired. Some were transferred to other jobs, and some were relegated to the second line."

Wang Jiayuan sighed, "In fact, it is the troops that have been seriously injured. Our regiment was originally one of the main regiments of the Chengdu Air Force, but it has long been marginalized. Damn, the entire army is undergoing a major blood transfusion, and we are still flying the Seventh Master. We were flying the Eighth Master ten years ago, and now we are still flying the Seventh Master. We are really going backwards."

Jiang Chen was a little puzzled and asked, "The J-8 was fine, why did it suddenly crash? Was it caused by a mechanical failure?"

Wang Jiayuan said, "After investigation, the 'Eighth Master' was fine. It was completely an operational error."

"Operational error?" Jiang Chen frowned. "Is 'Eighth Master' that difficult to fly?"

"You haven't flown it, so you don't know much about it." Wang Jiayuan said, "Let's put it this way, the J-7 is already difficult enough to fly, especially the take-off and landing process, which is even included in the compulsory examination subjects. But the J-8 is even more difficult to fly than the J-7 series."

Jiang Chen scratched the back of his head, "I haven't flown over 'Eighth Master', I'll try when I get a chance."

"But it seems that none of the domestically made fighter jets are relatively easy to operate. Even the FC-31 Falcon that I test-flew was the same. Fuck, flying it was like fighting with an airplane," he complained.

The other people heard it.

An expression of approval immediately appeared on his face.

Huang Zhiguo reached out and patted Wang Xuan, who was eating melons on the side, and said with a smile, "Did you hear the voices of us front-line pilots? If so, please convey our voices to the designers and ask them to simplify the driving process when developing new fighter jets and not make it so complicated." Wang Xuan rolled his eyes at him.

He said unhappily, "Brother, you really think highly of me. I am a security officer and I dare to make requests to the designer. If he even looks at me, I win."

"I just asked you to relay the message, not to make any requests," said Huang Zhiguo.

"Why don't you make a request?" Wang Xuan replied.

Huang Zhiguo laughed and said, "I'm just afraid of offending people and being bullied by them."

"Go away, we in Chengfei are not that stingy."

Jiang Chen watched a few people bickering.

After a while, he asked, "Instructor Huang, do you know how long we will have to train in Huangtianba before we go abroad?"

"It may take another week or two. There are still about 20 days before the air show. But it is said that we will go to Pakistan first and complete a friendly visit with the Pakistani Air Force before flying to Dubai." Huang Zhiguo explained patiently.

"A friendly visit to Pakistan?" Jiang Chen asked hurriedly, "Are you going to conduct actual combat exercises with them? I heard that the pilots of the Pakistani Air Force are very powerful."

Huang Zhiguo shrugged.

Looking at Li Daquan next to him, he said, "I have only communicated with the Thai Air Force. I don't know how strong the Pakistani Air Force is. But Daquan went to Pakistan three years ago. You can ask him."

Jiang Chen also hurriedly looked at Li Daquan.

Li Daquan thought about it.

Then he said, "The Pakistani Air Force is indeed powerful. For example, when their pilots fly their planes into the sky, the throttle can only be set to two positions: full afterburner or full throttle."

"In short, we must dare to take action, dare to fight and dare to fight."

"The joystick is either at the left limit or the right limit."

"And the attack angles are incredible. Sometimes you're bitten to death before you even have time to react."

"They have rich combat experience. Unlike us who work behind closed doors, their air force can communicate with the world, so they have a rich variety of tactics."
Li Daquan suddenly looked at Jiang Chen.

He laughed and said, "We are somewhat similar to you. We both like the mad dog style of play."

Jiang Chen's face was full of black lines, "My style is called Hungry Wolf, not Mad Dog."

"Not much of a difference." Li Daquan waved his hand and said, "In short, the country's air force is not an easy target. Not to mention that they have been fighting against their strong rival India for decades, they were not at all inferior to the former Soviet Air Force during the Afghan War."

"So when we conduct exercises with others, we old guys can't rely on you. The only one we can rely on is you."

"You better stand up, kid."

"Don't lose face!"

"If we lose miserably, we'll say it was you who implicated us."

"Anyway, you're a rookie, so you can take the blame."

Jiang Chen was helpless.

The fight hasn't started yet.

All the blame is put on me?

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ps: This story is real, not made up by me. I will go abroad in the next chapter, and going abroad is not just a simple combat exercise with Pakistan, there will be real combat plots, so I beg for a wave of monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.

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