Hess quickly aimed his MiG at De in the corner! De, as a transfer student, you are the strongest in Fangze Armed Forces Academy. As for the MiG, I leave it to you."

"No problem. I've checked his battle video and it's not very difficult to shoot him down." Delan looked calm and made a deep voice. His hands as big as dustpans were then clenched into fists, and his joints were

There were several "click" sounds in an instant.

Hearing what Delan said, Hess smiled slightly. In his opinion, with Delan's strength, there should be no problem in suppressing the MiG. Moreover, Delan was driving a small aircraft, and the small aircraft already had an advantage.

, once Aya’s soul-level figure is suppressed, the morale of Aya’s Air Combat Academy will undoubtedly worsen.

After allocating the detailed tactical deployment, Hess immediately said: "In order to maintain the suddenness and confidentiality of this mission, before the war with Ayazheng begins, the "corps commanders should not leave the school."

"Hess, what do you mean? Are you still afraid that we will leak the secret?" Wang Ting suddenly asked, looking very dissatisfied. Hess said this. In her opinion, it was clearly a house arrest. For soldiers,

Such things are understandable, but these people are real students.

Following Wang Ting's words, people in the audience started talking, with slight dissatisfaction on their expressions.

"There is nothing we can do about it. After all, this action is of great importance and there is no room for any mistakes. I hope everyone will understand." Hess leaned over slightly and said apologetically.

"Humph." Wang Ting said coldly, and then turned her head to the side. The other students also stopped talking, and their expressions were no longer as happy as before.

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

At the same time, Dean was at home, wearing a loose white gauze dress, holding a handful of rice in his hand, standing next to a large birdcage, teasing the white parrot inside.

"Say, Po An is a genius." Dean said, holding a handful of rice in his hand and dangling it in front of the white parrot.

"Dean, genius." The white parrot looked at the rice in Dean's hand and said this.

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

Just when Qian An looked relaxed, the communicator on his wrist rang, and the person requesting to call was his friend Nalin.

"What's wrong with Nalin?" Po An asked, patting the grains of rice stuck to his hand.

"Hess has made tactical arrangements just now, but I always feel unsure, so I want to tell you." Nalin said, he and Dean were good friends at school, and he himself is a fan of An, and he is better than anyone else.

Everyone knows that it is precisely because of Dean's existence that Fangze Armed Forces Academy has been able to steadily dominate Aya Air Combat Academy.

Moreover, in school, many professors in strategic command said that Dean was as talented as Kong Ming of the Three Kingdoms, which shows that the professors have a high opinion of Dean.

"I've been fired now, does it seem inappropriate for you to tell me?" Dean said, and then sat on his desk.

"Dean, I know you are still angry with Lippi, but even if I ask you to listen, please. If there are any loopholes, I hope you will point them out in time regardless of others' faults." Nalin said earnestly.

Dean smiled softly: "Okay, let's talk about it."

After hearing what Dean said, Nalin breathed a sigh of relief, and then told Hess's plan in detail.

After hearing this, Dean thought for a moment. There was something strange between his eyebrows, and then he smiled and said, "It's good, I didn't see any loopholes."

"If you say that, I feel relieved. Thank you, Dean." After Nalin finished speaking, he disconnected the communicator.

At this time, Dean's relaxed look faded away, and he quickly turned on his light-sensitive computer and called up the map of the Fangze Armed Forces Academy on the Yukon Network.

After looking at it carefully for a while, Dean drew a small cross on the No. 5 sub-base of Fangze Armed Forces Academy, then let out a long sigh and said to himself: "It's over."

No one knew what Dean was thinking, but the reason why he didn't tell Nalin what he was thinking was because he knew that it would be in vain if he told him. Lippi and even Hess would not listen at all. Rather than doing this, it would be better

Don't damage Fang Ze's morale, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.

Involuntarily, Qiao An drew a big picture on the screen of the light-sensitive computer and sighed: "He is the biggest threat to Fangze Armed Forces Academy."

At this time, Yuan Ye didn't know that Dean from Yuan Ye's Fangze Armed Forces Academy would speak so highly of him. Now he is sitting in the fighter simulator with a ferocious expression on his face while practicing.

There were still a few red marks, and the man with the fierce face was sitting behind him, playing with the rubber stick in his hand.

Snap.

Without any warning, the fierce-faced man once again tapped the back of Yuan Ye's hand, and then said in a slightly reprimanding tone: "How many times have I told you? Just press the button once, why do you have to press it twice? You

Is it the responsiveness of the Xiaofu Pinqian machine? I want to press it a third time to confirm. Let me tell you. Seven is useless, and pressing it a hundred times is useless. And if you do this, it is obviously

You are wasting your hands when doing practical operations. You may not feel how precious your hands are now. But when you start to do super-difficulty or even super-difficulty flying movements, you will deeply realize how precious they are.

, so in the early stages of flying a fighter jet, you must get rid of the bad habit of wasting your hands, and remember that every operation you make must have its due effect.”

"I got it." Yuan Ye made a pained expression, rubbed the back of his hands, and continued to practice according to the training outline formulated for him by the fierce-faced man.

"Also, why don't you use your little finger when you control the fighter plane?" the fierce-faced man asked again.

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

"If you are not flexible, you will have to develop strength until you are flexible." The fierce-faced man said in a serious tone. It was obvious that during the training, the fierce-faced man was definitely a strict and mean coach.

"Okay." After Yuan Ye finished speaking, he began to control the fighter plane and perform various flying maneuvers in an extremely narrow canyon. The difficulty of it is self-evident. As long as you are a little more attentive, you will be touched.

Wall blaster.

It wasn't until one o'clock in the morning that Yuan Ye ended his training in the fighter simulator, and there were dense red marks on the back of his hands, one by one, and there was some redness and swelling.

"I said, can't you be gentler next time? It's very painful." Yuan Ye looked painful and rubbed the back of his hand, then took out the light therapy device and swept it around on the back of his hand.

"It doesn't hurt, can you remember it?" After the fierce-faced man finished speaking, he yawned a few times and walked into the bedroom.

Using the light therapy device to treat the injury on the back of his hand, Yuan Ye sat in front of the light-sensing computer and studied "Theoretical Analysis of Enemy Driving" while still trying to simplify the Bilbao Lightning Drift. The first three lightning strikes

Yuan Ye has easily solved the drift, and the fourth time can be regarded as a simplification through unremitting efforts. At the moment, Yuan Ye is working hard to calculate and induce the fifth lightning drift, trying to simplify it.

Now, Yuan Ye has almost regarded simplifying Bilbao Lightning Drift as a level-breaking game. Every time he simplifies it, Yuan Ye will have an extra sense of accomplishment.

Yuan Ye is not the only one who is also working so hard. At this time, MiG is still in his training room, practicing desperately. Although he accepted the defeat in the battle with Bisman, this does not mean that

He will succumb to this failure.

He wants to fight back, this is the belief in his heart.

For twelve hours, apart from eating, Miguel spent the entire time training at high intensity. Sweat had soaked through three of his clothes. And he didn't stop yet.

It was not until two o'clock in the morning that MiG finally fell to the ground due to exhaustion, panting heavily, and traces of unyielding could still be seen in his eyes.

After lying on the ground to recover his strength a little, MiG walked into the bathroom and took a hot shower.

Just when Miguel walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas, the contact device placed on the sofa suddenly rang.

"It's so late, who could it be?" MiG was a little confused. He picked up his communicator, but his expression moved slightly. The person requesting to call was his father Mio. Mio is a theater commander with a military rank.

Lieutenant General, although the army in charge is not in Max's ruling area, he can definitely be regarded as a high-ranking official.

After the contact was established, a middle-aged man with a decent appearance and heroic brows appeared in front of Miguel. He was Miou. Judging from his appearance, Miguel looked very much like his father, especially that one.

Rare silver.

"I'm sorry, MiG, for waking you up so late. It must be past two o'clock in the morning over there?" Miou said softly, perhaps because of his long-term position in a high position, there was an aura of majesty in his words.

"No, I was just getting ready to go to sleep." MiG replied very politely.

"I remember the last time you told me that you wanted to go to the army to practice. I thought about it again and again and thought it was time for you to practice. For this reason, I helped you contact a good air force base. They are very welcome to go there.

The internship is scheduled for January next year." Miou said slowly.

"Sorry to trouble you, father, don't worry, I won't let you down." Miguel still replied politely, but there was already a hint of excitement between his eyebrows. He could work hard in the army like his father.

To achieve something has been his dream since childhood.

"Yes." Miou nodded slightly: "In this case, I won't disturb your rest. Say hello and goodbye to your mother and Mijia for me."

"Goodbye, father." Miguel responded softly.

As contact with his father was cut off, Miguel breathed a long sigh of relief, and then leaned on the backrest of the sofa. What his father brought to him was undoubtedly good news, but there were still many things before he went to the army.
Chapter completed!