A big country of aerospace with black technology

Fighter planes roared and missiles flew across the sky.

A missile came from nowhere and bit into a lone J-10 fighter jet.

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

After discovering that he was being tracked by a missile, he did not immediately release chaff and thermal interference bombs.

Instead, he tried to rely on the excitement of the fuselage to avoid the missile that was about to catch up with him.

However, this is not a science fiction movie, and there will be no situation where the maneuverability of fighter planes exceeds that of missiles.

Before his fighter plane had completed its maneuvers, the missile had already caught up with the lone fighter plane, and then exploded it into a fireball in the air!

"You have sacrificed, please come again next time!"

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

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

Assist him to take off his full-sensor helmet and motion capture training suit.

Although this is just a training cabin, Zhao Mengsheng was still sweating during the process just now, and the training clothes he wore under the training clothes were soaked with sweat.

"Let's take a shower first, and we'll have an analysis meeting later."

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

"Instructor, me!"

Zhao Mengsheng also wanted to say something to the instructor.

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

However, judging from the green light displayed above his training cabin, the other party has successfully completed today's training content.

"If there's anything else, we'll talk about it later at the analysis meeting."

"Don't worry too much, your current state is normal."

After the instructor comforted him, he quickly walked to the front of the training cabin with green light.

After Zhao Mengsheng glanced at his friend's training cabin with envy, he walked out of the training room.

Since being selected as a pilot, Zhao Mengsheng has always felt proud.

Of course, he is also worthy of pride.

The selection of fighter pilots is very strict no matter what era.

Even a hundred years later, the pilots who drive aerospace fighter jets to fight on the star surface and outside the atmosphere are still the elite among the elite in the military.

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

I don’t know why, but Zhao Mengsheng got almost perfect scores in every theory test.

In simulator training, he 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.

This also leads to him easily making mistakes when encountering dangerous situations.

Just like the situation just now, although his mind was thinking about releasing the heat-inducing bomb first, he still subconsciously pulled the operating lever in his hand.

"Your current conditions are much better than ours back then."

Just when Zhao Mengsheng was still a little depressed, Lao Fei on the side handed him 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.

"I remember when we were young recruits, where could we have such sci-fi equipment? At that time, the cockpit was full of mechanical instruments, densely packed."

As Lao Fei said this, he walked into the bathhouse with Zhao Mengsheng.

Compared with Zhao Mengsheng, who was just sweating all over, the old pilot's training uniform was even more exaggerated. It had been wet for an unknown amount of time, and there were already light white salt stains on it.

"The more intense our training is, the more we will sweat."

Lao Fei clearly noticed Zhao Mengsheng's gaze, lowered his head and looked at his whitening training uniform, smiled and said.

"Aren't you going to conduct actual training?"

Zhao Mengsheng sat on the bench in the locker room and asked curiously.

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

"Hi, we recently got a new machine and we are still training!"

Without thinking too much, Lao Fei took off his dirty training clothes and threw them into the clothes basket, revealing his angular muscles.

Although the Air Force is a highly technical branch in everyone's mind, it does not mean that these proud men do not have strong physical fitness.

Piloting a fighter jet for a high-intensity confrontation in the air is no easier than participating in an exercise.

"New machines?"

Zhao Mengsheng was also aroused at this time. After all, the characteristic of people is that they 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 machine?"

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

Especially since they, as the aces, are most likely to be the first to change their costumes, there are even more rumors.

"What are you thinking about!"

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

"Jian Shi Gai!"

The J-10 modification is now considered a special meme within the Air Force.

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

For some models, it is difficult to tell whether it is a J-10 simply by looking at it. Only the pair of canards can be barely recognized.

Among Zhao Mengsheng's troops alone, there are at least four models of J-10s.

J-10 has enhanced anti-aircraft type, improved ground attack type, command type, short take-off and landing type, etc.

"What improved model is this time?"

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

"It is said that the electronic equipment has been enhanced. It can be regarded as an enhanced version of the command model."

Lao Fei took a shower very quickly. At this time, he had finished taking a shower and started wiping his body.

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

"When doing some high-speed maneuvers, it's much smoother than before."

"But we won't know until we get on the plane."

"Rookie, let me give you a piece of advice. The training cabin is different from the real machine. This is just the beginning."

After saying that, 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.

The atmospheric visibility is very good today, with almost no clouds.

In terms of flying conditions, it was a very good day to fly.

But when will I have to wait until I can fly a real plane?

This answer has been lingering in Zhao Mengsheng's mind for a long time.

But he was not discouraged.

His dream since childhood was to fly in a fighter plane.

Now, he is extremely close to his dream.

No matter what, don't give up.

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"Zhao Mengsheng, why don't you release heat bombs here?"

The coach asked with some confusion pointing to Zhao Mengsheng's handling of the missile in the video.

"Instructor, I..."

Zhao Mengsheng was also speechless for a moment, because the scene at that time was so realistic.

He once thought he was on the battlefield, and the sense of urgency between life and death almost drove him crazy.

I have completely forgotten how to deal with such a situation.

This was not the first time that the instructor encountered a situation like this with Zhao Mengsheng. Just by looking at the embarrassed look on his face, he knew what his situation was.

Somewhat helplessly:

"Okay, sit down."

In fact, this is not the first time such a situation has happened to a student pilot.

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

After all, everyone has some experience.

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

There were a total of twelve students, two of whom were eventually diagnosed as no longer fit to fly, and would miss out on the pilot career forever.

There was even a student who was diagnosed with PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder.

Just seeing the cockpit of an airplane will make you tremble all over.

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

Virtual Reality!

The holographic helmet itself can already display numerous data on the fighter jet, so it simulates real flight conditions.

Just add enough flying scenes.

The training cabin also has the same instrumentation and equipment as a real fighter jet.

Even through their training suits with motion sensors added to their bodies, they can simulate the overload situation of fighter jets under high maneuverability conditions.

(Mainly achieved through fluid flow and compression within the garment.)

Although it is still a little different from flying a real fighter jet.

But compared with the original simple pilot training cabin of the Air Force, it is exactly the same as the real aircraft.

Many veterans, after seeing this thing, think that future training will become much easier.

However, in such a highly realistic flight environment, unexpected problems occurred.

That is, the oppression of death brought about by such a process!

During the training process, it is necessary to consider the handling of aircraft malfunctions and various disaster plans in combat.

They have to teach these new pilots who have just started in the training cabin.

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

That is, the psychological problem of newcomers.

As a generation that has not experienced war, how young people who grew up in peacetime behave when they experience death is a question worthy of discussion.

However, during the training process, problems did appear.

In high-intensity confrontations, especially combat drills.

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

This would have been a good thing.

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

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

After being hit by a missile or cannon, and after the holographic helmet went dark, many pilots experienced heart palpitations for a moment.

After being carried out of the training cabin weakly by the trainer.

Ask them how they feel.

Many people’s first reaction is:

"At that moment, it really felt like I was dead."

Not everyone can deal with death calmly.

This is also why some students develop post-traumatic stress disorder, a sequelae that generally only appears after the battlefield.

Since then, I have paid much more attention to psychology during training.

The level of simulation in the training cabin has also been lowered to a certain extent.

The first thing that was removed was the exterior clouds on the helmet display, replaced by a completely blue and very artificial sky.

Secondly, the pressure on various parts of the body is adjusted when performing large overload maneuvers.

This all goes to a certain extent, allowing trainees to have an adaptation process.

This is equivalent to adjusting the degree of simulation from the original 90% to 60%.

"It seems that your level of simulation needs to be lowered."

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

There's nothing you can do about it. Everyone's adaptation time to flying is different.

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

Some people can win a gold helmet just by flying for a year.

After all, there are some differences between people in terms of talents.

Also just starting to fly, Song Changming was already able to perform various difficult maneuvers in a fighter jet at Zhao Mengsheng's stage.

(Song Changming is a talented pilot who stood out from the first batch of immersive training cabins.)

"Instructor, am I not very talented?"

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 feeling a little inferior.

Sit next to him and comfort him:

"Your performance now is much better than when we were."

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

"There is only one cockpit shell that cannot be moved."

"When I flew for the first time, I was even more nervous."

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

"Compared to me, you are already pretty good."

The trainer himself is actually a bit of a legend.

When I first started flying, the technology was actually not very good.

However, he has an inconspicuous advantage, that is, he is willing to study.

After each flight, he would reflect on every action during the flight.

Therefore, I can make a lot of progress every time, and gradually grow 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 of failure, practice boldly!"

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

"You have to remember this."

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

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

In fact, does Zhao Mengsheng really not know how to operate?

Not really.

It was because of his inner fear.

Fear of failure, fear of death.

The instructor understands that he only needs to overcome his own inner weaknesses.

Must be able to become a very good fighter pilot.

Zhao Mengsheng’s journey as a pilot is still long.