Flight instructor?

Great God, this young Chinese soldier is not only a pilot, but also a flight instructor of his own air force?

Is this a joke?!

Not only Bavino, but also the Afang colonel-level officers around him, whose average age was thirty years old, were also like this, with an incredible look on their faces, and they almost lost their eyes in shock.

There is no such thing as age that can be hidden, and everyone can be sure that this flight instructor is definitely not twenty years old!

Now there is a terrible situation - that is, this young hairy child will teach the brave and combative Argentine Air Force pilots in the future.

"Too young, was he born to train as a pilot?"

"God, I bet he is definitely the heir of the top of the army, probably some second generation, third generation or something, I can be sure!"

"This young pilot, uh, flight instructor?"

"Manor, they disappointed me so much, they actually sent such a guy as an instructor, do you believe that I can press this guy in the sky to fight?"

Yang Wei didn't care about everyone's reaction, his face was still with an elegant smile, he didn't reveal the details of the confidential content, his words were sincere and sincere, and he really vouched in his personal capacity: "Yes, please rest assured, I assure you in my personal capacity that he is an excellent pilot who is competent for all flight missions." ”

Personal Identity Guarantee?

Hearing these words, Bavino, who had strong doubts in his heart, was silent for a moment, knowing the meaning and importance of this sentence, taking a deep breath, and turning his gaze back to Yang Wei:

"Academician Yang, what do you mean is that his strength is very powerful, and he can fly two types of fighters, Qingjiao and Qingniao, right?"

"That's right, General Bavino." Yang Wei's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Lin Jian, who was standing next to him and maintaining a military posture, did the same, glanced at the old Bavino and already knew what the representative of the Albanian Air Force meant.

"So, Academician Yang, can this young flight instructor fly the Blue Bird, I want to take the back seat in person and experience the flying feeling of the Blue Bird."

Bavino stared at the bluebird like a work of art, and bluntly revealed his inner thoughts: "I used to be a jet fighter pilot, and I was physically qualified. ”

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere was condensed.

In the field, quiet.

The officers accompanying the Afghan side who were in charge of accompanying them were all bright-eyed and had some expectations.

Yang Wei's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't give an answer immediately, and his eyes fell on Lin Jian.

Alfonbavino's request is within the normal category of the buyer, and there is no way to fool the past with the J-20 model as before.

The requirements are normal, but they will disrupt the original flight mission and plan layout, and must be agreed by the military commander.

"Zero, change the order, fly the blue bird, the representative of the Arab side wants to sit in the rear cabin." Lin Jian stood in a military posture with an expressionless face, and shouted to Zhou Hai, who was conducting a routine inspection around the body.

"Yes!"

Zhou Hai responded, shook his head slightly, and sure enough, there was still trouble coming to the door.

With extremely keen hearing, he carried out routine examinations, and listened to the dialogue between Bavino and Academician Yang Wei throughout the whole process, so he naturally knew the meaning of this request.

Test!

This is a test from the buyer.

Although I don't care about other people's doubts and attitudes, we have to deal with the past.

Forget it, after all, people pay real money.

The flight subsidy of 2,556 yuan per hour is a large expense for the poor and poor Albanian Air Force.

Leaving the first line FC-20X 'Qingjiao' quietly waiting for pampering, Zhou Hai turned around and walked to the No. 3 parking stand next door, and carried out a body inspection around the two-seater version of the FC-20S 'Blue Bird'.

Five ground crews got up to work one after another, removing the wheel holders, building the boarding ladder, opening the glass canopy, and carrying out the pre-takeoff inspection.

Academician Yang Wei, his entourage officers and Lin Jian, as well as the Argentine delegation, and others retreated to a safe area, and several guards stood around to be responsible for security.

Due to Pavino's impromptu request to board the plane in person, one of his major officers had to rush to the fitting room to get a set of suit-sized anti-load suits and bee-eye helmets, and then return to the tarmac and hand them to Pavino to wear.

Flying is no trivial matter, even if it seems to be the most ordinary take-off and landing, it may lead to a tragic accident due to an accident, and you must be fully prepared before you can take off into the sky.

The sky was getting darker and darker, revealing a sense of oppression.

After Zhou Hai finished the inspection, he wrote his name in the airline receipt log, took the helmet and tactical tablet, climbed the boarding ladder, entered the narrow cockpit of the blue bird, sat upright on the ejection seat, and waited quietly.

"Zero, I'll be improvised, as long as it doesn't involve confidential content, it's not too excessive, try to be satisfied, maybe this guy is in a good mood and will purchase another fifty or sixty planes to create revenue." At this time, Lin Jian walked over, stood on the boarding ladder, looked at Bavino, who was changing the standard flight equipment not far away, blinked his eyes, and whispered.

“……”

Hearing this, Zhou Hai rolled his eyes, a little speechless, and wanted to explain, but he didn't bother to explain carefully, and shrugged his shoulders: "Understood." ”

Fifty or sixty?

What do you think?

What about being a roadside vendor selling cabbage?

It's worth tens of millions of dollars each, but then again, wouldn't it be nice if you could sell another fifty or sixty units?

A full count of arms sales orders has been smashed over, more than $2 billion, rounded up, this is tens of billions.

The unit price is still in US dollars.

"Gone." Lin Jian smiled all over his face, showed a 'you know' expression, gave a thumbs up with his right hand, and turned to leave.

Bavino, who is about 50 years old, has already put on protective clothing, and with the assistance of a ground crew, climbed the Chinese-style boarding ladder, which seriously violates the habits of Argentines, to the rear cockpit, but because of his "slightly" fattening, he almost did not fit into the cockpit position.

Narrow, standard attributes of a fighter cockpit, universally applicable.

It is impossible for a fat man who likes the happy water of a fat house to fly a fighter jet, and he can't stuff it into the cockpit at all.

"God, it's finally all right."

Bavino, who had exhausted all his efforts, sat on the ejection seat and finally breathed a sigh of relief

"Hello, General, welcome to this military fighter flight, I am the captain of this flight, code zero, please fasten your seat belt, adjust the seat back, check whether the data interface of the anti-load suit and the bee eye helmet display system is connected, and it is about to take off."

A calm and indifferent voice came out.

"Da!"

Zhou Hai, who was sitting in the main cockpit, introduced to Bavino, who was oozing fine sweat on his forehead, and began to work hard, checking the parameters of the cockpit instruments, pressing the main power button with his right thumb to start the avionics system, and turning on the fuel supply switch and the glass cockpit shutdown button.