Learn!

Even if it is at the cost of blood, go and learn!

Then, it is the most critical link - take the essence and remove the dross!

The US Navy owns the cradle of the Pensacola Base Training Center, and in order to train high-quality and high-level carrier-based pilots, the US Navy has not only established the largest training base for carrier-based aircraft in Asia, but has also worked out a set of training subjects on nuclear submarine rescue in conjunction with the Qingcheng nuclear submarine base.

The use of nuclear submarines for rescue training is no joke, there is only one in the world, there is no other semicolon, even the world's first navy does not dare to do this.

Because, the big men of Congress who are in charge of the army's money bags are not so crazy.

The most important thing is that this training subject is neither a face-saving project, nor an embroidered pillow with a superficial appearance, but a real application condition.

Unrealistic?

Inexistent.

Although our navy is frenzied, it will never spend money recklessly, and any military project launched must go through strict review and evaluation, and can only be carried out after being verified.

The nuclear submarine rescue project, coupled with a comprehensive and complete professional survival course at sea, has increased the survival rate of its carrier-based aircraft pilots by at least 5% after simulation evaluation and speculation.

Don't think that 5% seems nothing, or even a little insignificant, this exclusive data related to the lives of carrier-based aircraft pilots needs to pay a huge price in the field of military rescue in the world.

The 5% increase in survival rate can already be called a breakthrough success in the field of military rescue.

As for whether it is worth it in exchange for a 5% increase in survival rate at such a cost.

It's still the same old saying, it's worth it.

Let's not talk about the saying that life is precious, just according to the theory of value, as a high-end combat force in modern warfare, carrier-based aircraft pilots are more expensive than platinum, and they are by no means ordinary consumables.

For any army, including the US Navy, it cannot afford to lose a large number of carrier-based aircraft pilots.

Loss?

It is a single digit or a double digit, and the unit price is 100 million.

Ge Haiping's voice echoed in the huge war room.

The faces of the people remained the same as before, and they listened quietly.

"Nuclear submarine rescue, as the name suggests, is a remote rescue method with a nuclear submarine as the main rescue platform. Of course, I know that the term nuclear submarine may be a little unfamiliar and complicated to you, and you may have never been exposed to it in your previous life, and some people may not be suitable for the claustrophobic and narrow environment of the submarine, let alone the situation of underwater navigation, but I hope that you, the best of you, can overcome these difficulties and complete the training. ”

Ge Haiping showed a solemn look, his back was straight, his right hand was raised, and he saluted every top pilot in front of him, staring at everyone with bright eyes, and his gaze stayed on the young figure in the middle of the training team:

"May you overcome all obstacles, may you forge ahead, may you become true dancers of the sword, resist the enemy outside the country, and live up to the expectations of the motherland and the people."

The voice was calm, not as high as it was at the beginning, but even so, it still contained a majesty and momentum that belonged to a general.

Defend the enemy outside the country, and never let the smoke of war touch an inch of the country!

Never!

This is the expectation of Ge Haiping, the general of the Republic, and it is also the goal that every Chinese soldier is striving for; no matter how difficult this road is, no one can make the scene of the country shattered 83 years ago repeat again.

If so, destroy it!

"Yes!"

When all the pilots participating in the training heard this, they were solemn, only to feel as if something was burning in their bodies, and they raised their right hands violently and saluted Ge Haiping, who was directly in front of the team.

The voice is high and loud, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

Zhou Hai's face was solemn, and his extremely keen eyes naturally observed the gaze cast by Ge Haiping just now, and he understood the significance of his speech on this formal occasion.

Expectation!

This is the expectation from Uncle Ge, no, Rear Admiral Ge Haiping of the Republic Navy!

"I'm done speaking, Tian Lei, get out of the ranks!"

Ge Haiping, who had a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows and a serious face, put down his right hand and gave an order in a positive voice.

"Here!"

On the podium, Colonel Officer Tian Lei, who was at the end of the officer corps, responded loudly, and then strode out of the team, trotting to Ge Haiping's left side and stopping with a straight body and a military posture.

"The sixth batch of comprehensive maritime survival and rescue training teams will be brought to the residential area, allocated dormitories, and prepared for training." Ge Haiping said in a straight voice and gave instructions.

"Yes!"

Colonel Tian Lei heard Ge Haiping's instructions, raised his right hand, and responded loudly.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person turned around and faced all the training teams under the stage: "The sixth batch of training teams listen to the order, all of them have it, take a break, stand upright, turn to the right, and walk together!" ”

With the sound of orders echoing in the silent war room, all the training teams moved according to the order, turned to the right in a neat manner, walked along the narrow passage, and went straight to the silver-white metal door not far ahead.

Before leaving, Zhou Hai, who was staying in the team, glanced at Ge Haiping, who was like a towering mountain.

The rough and dark face seemed to have a faint smile, and there was something inexplicable in the depths of those eyes that were as hot as the sun.

Zhou Hai knew what it was.

gratified

expect

There's also something called hope.

Thanks, Uncle Ge. - Zhou Hai took a deep breath, did not speak, remained silent, retracted his gaze, and followed the team forward.

The twelve people were taken away in a quiet and orderly manner, but Dai Democratic League, as the supreme commander of the training team, did not act, and the whole person stood in place and did not leave with the team.

Dai Minmeng's mission has ended, and the next thing is none of his business, and the Qingcheng nuclear submarine base is responsible for all the temporary training.

"Squeak!"

A subtle sound came out, the access control device activated, and the closed silver-white metal door slowly opened.

Under the leadership of Colonel Tian Lei, all the pilots participating in the training passed through the gate in an orderly manner and left the war room.

Soon, with the departure of the last pilot participating in the training, the silver-white metal door closed again, and the huge war room fell silent.

Silent.

Deathly silence.

Energy-saving lights hanging from the ceiling continued to fall like a stream, enveloping the senior naval officers on the podium.

"Hoo ......"

Ge Haiping, who was standing in place, watched all the training teams leave and disappear from sight, gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, the serious color on his face eased slightly, and his crystal clear eyes refracted a dazzling light, like stars.

……

This is yesterday, and there is still today, and last night it was written that I fell asleep directly on the table, and I didn't wake up until three o'clock.