Spring Festival, exclusive to the Chinese New Year, is the most important and commemorative time of the year.

For all those who went to Afghanistan to carry out secret missions, this year's Spring Festival is particularly homesick, being in an unfamiliar land more than 20,000 kilometers away, close to the Antarctic Circle, and no one misses home.

Homesickness is the most difficult to solve, and it is also the most testing time.

On the night of Chinese New Year's Eve in South America, all the staff had a half-day holiday and a dinner break.

Dumplings from the north, dumplings from the south, sumptuous dishes, instructor corps, all members of the Chengfei Technical Corps, ground officers and soldiers, and guard units from all over the world gathered in the base canteen to celebrate the most important festival of the year.

After a very simple Spring Festival, on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the instructor team and everyone were busy again, working hard, without any surprises in the public opinion that had been raging for months, as well as the space-based satellites of Britain and the United States overhead.

Each has its own duties, what should be done.

Ripping the skin must be pulled, there is no way, the Snow Fox and Silver Bird of the Royal Air Force are still in a state of detention, and they dare not do it, only rip the skin.

At the same time, the wreckage of the AIM-120D 'prison' and two Typhoon fighters, which were secretly loaded and transported, passed through the blue seas of the world, and after drifting at sea for nearly a month, they crossed the Strait of Malacca and sailed leisurely into the southern seas to arrive at the port of Guangcheng.

After Chinese New Year's Eve, life goes on as usual.

Soon, the long and short time of March, was fleeting.

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Over the South Atlantic Ocean, offshore, about 250 kilometers from the land of South America and about 240 kilometers from the nearest affiliated island of the Falklands.

The sky is blue and the sun hangs in the east, releasing a warm and peaceful glow, shedding warmth and a glimmer of hope.

It was late spring in the Southern Hemisphere, and the weather was already a little hot.

"Boom!"

At an altitude of 7,000 meters, the two Taihang turbofan engines also roared like a roar, resounding in the sky.

The underside of the cockpit is sprayed with two crash symbols of the No. 001 FC-20X 'Qingjiao', showing a fierce attack posture, raising the nose high and climbing at high speed at a high elevation angle.

When the fuselage reaches the top, it reverses the high maneuver, lowers the nose and dives, and easily locks the No. 002 FC-20X 'Frog' that changes its attitude in front of it, and the airborne diffraction at the top of the cabin shows the central area of the attack, showing a dark green.

"Drop!"

In the glass cockpit of No. 002, the sound of the radar warning system resounded in an instant, and the multi-function display gave a red warning symbol for the same type of fighter, and the bee eye helmet prompt signal came from the upper back.

Rosal, who was piloting the frog, was sweating all over his forehead, breathing rapidly, and the combat experience accumulated over the months made him instinctively pull the lever to the right to the full rudder, and manipulated the No. 002 frog to turn sharply to the right in an attempt to evade.

Sudden maneuvers at high speeds, the body and body are subjected to 7G flight overloads.

7G, with the current speed and load, the 002 Frog can perform the highest overload maneuver.

"Drop!"

The sound of the flight overload system is also heard, and the screen flashes a dazzling yellow, giving precise data on the 7G overload that the aircraft is subjected to.

Any overload exceeding 6.5G, the overload system will prompt, according to the different overload values, give the corresponding color and sound frequency prompts.

A sharp turn to the right tried to escape, but it was all in vain.

The sound of the radar warning system has not been cut off, and the No. 001 FC-20X 'frog' follows closely like a maggot on the tarsal bone, using invisible and deadly special frequency electromagnetic waves to lock on to the No. 002 escaping at high speed.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The alarm sound in the teardrop-shaped glass cockpit disappeared as scheduled, no more, no less, exactly three seconds, almost accurate to milliseconds.

The 001 frog, which had been cut through the dense air flow between the canard and the main wing surface, flew out flattened and hovered steadily in the sky, and the SD-8B and SD-10 mounted under the wings were not launched.

"Shot down for the 6th time today, for the 148th time in total." RoSal resumed level flight, his sweaty face was a little bitter, almost wet with sweat, and he couldn't help but shake his head as he looked at No. 001 hovering above through the cockpit glass.

The 148th shot down, or rather the 148th, was hanged.

The result was predictable, but it was still uncomfortable.

Since the beginning of close-quarters combat training, as Argentina's best Frog fighter pilot, Rosar has not won his instructor once in this cruel link.

Even once!

Each round of combat training ranged from five or six to eight or nine at most, and over the course of several months, more than 100 battles were all lost, and the results were desperate.

And that's just him, the entire fourth group of six people continues to challenge Instructor Zero, and so far, Instructor Zero has not lost a single time in simulated combat air combat.

Of course, including the three instructors in the first, second and third groups, the record winning rate is 100%, and it is not too simple to ravage rookies who are not familiar with the performance of frogs.

"Baker, how is your health, can you continue to train?" In the encrypted channel, Zhou Hai's voice came: "How much fuel is left?" ”

Hearing the familiar words, Rosar took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the emotions welling up in his heart, his eyes were bright, and responded: "Zero, it can still support three times, you can continue training, and the remaining fuel on board is 40%." ”

"Let's start then, the last three martial arts trainings." Zhou Hai grasped the metal joystick tightly with his right hand, glanced at the No. 002 frog below, and gave the last order as a captain and instructor.

"Okay, baker receive."

Rosall's heart trembled, his right hand subconsciously tightened, and after hearing this extremely unwilling word, he fell silent, and after two or three seconds, he responded.

Training!

The last three martial arts trainings!

After three training sessions, it's time to return home and leave.

"Buzz!"

In the communication channel, Zhou Hai's voice was not heard, and the roar of the engine in the sky gradually became louder.

Zhou Hai drove the No. 001 frog Jiao, changed to a stable circle, and like a sharp sword, it pierced the sky in front of him.

The same is true for the No. 002 Qingjiao, the two high-performance fighters pull away from each other, away from the central training area, and after the distance is stretched to about five kilometers, they will turn around sharply and start a new round of close-quarters combat training.

Accelerate, sprint.

"Drop!"

Zhou Hai, who was like a teacher, easily locked on the No. 002 frog that was attacking head-on, and at the same time, a radar warning sound also sounded in the cabin.

With a sharp turn on the left side, a dive with a pressure lever, and the high-speed flying No. 001 frog fully demonstrated its strongest mobility, like an agile swift, dodging the bee's eye from Rosal, and attacking at a tricky angle.

A dozen seconds later, the two entangled warhawks were divided, and RoSal and No. 002 lost again.

"Two more left." Zhou Hai spoke calmly, and controlled the No. 001 frog that won the victory to pull away again for the penultimate flight training.

"Understood."

Rosar bit his lip, feeling like a knife in his heart.