Iceland.

Novotney stood on the runway and looked at everything here. The sky was blue and low. The daytime was very long, which made people feel like the biological clock was confused. There were some weeds on the ground, growing tenaciously, and the cold current from the Arctic was blowing, blowing on people's faces, as if a knife was scraping up.

Although the climate here is almost unsuitable for human survival, soldiers from Germany are still sticking to it here. They use their own fighter jets to attack the enemy, which played an irreplaceable role in the last battle.

"The climate of Greenland should be similar to that here, but the time zone is different, it's even later." said a man next to Novotney.

"Yes, but it will be when we fly over." Novotney looked at a row of fighter planes on the apron and said, "The order has been issued. Half of the pilots in our brigade will be drawn, half of the rookies will come, and then transfer to Greenland."

As the production of jets continues to increase, more and more fighter troops will change to flying jets. As the first unit equipped with jets, many veterans have had more than 300 hours of flight time on jets, which is absolutely rich in experience.

Therefore, his subordinates will be transferred to other jet troops to serve as instructors, quickly helping them become familiar with jet operations. Their vacancy can only be supplemented by rookies, and at the same time, they will also transfer to Greenland.

Originally, Iceland was the front line, and they deployed in Iceland to respond quickly. Now, Greenland is the front line, and they need to deploy to Greenland.

If the Americans took off the bomber and launched an air strike on Greenland, their jet troops would definitely be the first to take off and intercept. With their strong speed, they would first fly to the opponent to intercept. This is what the jet troops are best at.

As he was speaking, a rumbling sound came from the sky in the distance, and a strong and strong Aunt Junker flew over.

"Okay, the new pilot is here," Novotney said. "Hope they are not rookies who have just graduated from aviation school."

Aunt Junker, who had a three-engine engine, slid and landed on the runway. When the fuselage stopped, young faces jumped off from above. They each carried their luggage and walked off the plane, they saw a serious face.

"Welcome to the Jets Force," Novotney said: "You are about to pilot the most advanced fighter jets in our country. Let me see, well, you just graduated from aviation school, are you?"

These people look too young, and although they have a high fighting will in their eyes, they lack the sharpness and murderous aura of the veteran who has been tested by the war. Well, it's not bad, they have just graduated from the aviation school.

Everyone's chest is straight: "Yes, although we just graduated from the aviation school, we have already experienced two-seat jet training and we have fully achieved combat capabilities."

"Very good, what's your name?" Novotney said.

"Ted Carlos," he replied loudly, his voice full of confidence.

"No matter how many times you have trained on the jet, as long as you have not been on the battlefield, you are rookies, rookies! You group of rookies, now put your luggage back on the plane, change into flight suits, and prepare to fly the fighter plane to take off. We are going to make a transition."

A rookie is a rookie. As long as you have never been on the battlefield, no matter how high your grades in your graduation flight are, you may be stupid when you encounter an enemy.

Novotney did not hesitate to slam their confidence and gave them a warning so that they would not think how powerful they were, and that it would be quite dangerous to fight alone on the battlefield if they left the long plane and fought alone.

It's time to make a transition. The old pilots have left, leaving these planes behind, waiting for the new pilots to come and follow the transition.

Ted threw his luggage back to Aunt Junker, took his flight suit, and ran to the flight preparation room. He quickly put on his full flight suit. He was about to run out when he found that he had not given his plane number.

"Report, captain, which one do I want to drive?" Ted asked.

"031." Novotney said: "Be careful, don't make a fool of yourself."

"yes."

Ted went out, and Novotney only smiled on his face, well, this is a good seedling.

Ted ran quickly towards the group and found the 031 plane on the apron. He did not get in immediately, but turned around the plane first. After this turn, he suddenly felt a slap in his heart.

This is an aircraft full of bullet holes. The wings and the fuselage are densely packed with at least hundreds of bullet holes!

Most of the bullet holes were filled, but seeing those traces, you can also think of what it has experienced. This is definitely a plane with outstanding meritorious achievements!

"Its previous pilot, Lieutenant Werner, was flying it and shooting down four bombers in succession." At this moment, Novotney suddenly appeared beside him: "When the fourth plane was hit, the opponent had already landed on the sea and planned to escape. Lieutenant Werner risked his attack from above, and was hit by the opponent's back turret, but he still shot down the opponent."

Every plane has a story.

Novotney was very satisfied with Ted's performance. He did not rush to get on the plane. He first circled around the plane. This small action reflected his rigor.

"I understand, captain, I will definitely fly this fighter plane and fight bravely." Ted said.

"Just bravery is not enough. We must have a brain. We use our brains to fight, remember!"

"Yes," Ted said, intending to step into the cockpit.

At this moment, Novotney spoke again: "The superiors have analyzed our shot location. Where there are more shots, we plan to strengthen it in a targeted manner."

It is necessary to make continuous improvements in order to make progress. When an aircraft is shot, it must be strengthened accordingly.

Novotney said this, in fact, to comfort the new pilot, don't be afraid, our fighter jets are very strong, but he didn't know that Ted would actually surprise him.

Hearing Novotney's words, Ted suddenly stopped going up the gangway and said, "Captain, I think it's wrong for the superiors to do this. They shouldn't strengthen those places where there are more shots, but those where there are less shots."

The part that got a few shots? The question you, a rookie, asked is really idiotic! Nowotney just wanted to refute, but suddenly thought of something, and was stunned.
Chapter completed!