"Boom!"

The fly-by-wire control system responded, the canard wing deflected at the maximum angle downward, and the flaperon exerted the efficiency of the system, and the FC-20X 'Qingjiao', which was only three meters away from the ground, exceeded the stall critical because of the excessive angle, and the power coefficient was insufficient, and it fell to the ground fiercely, resulting in a violent explosion.

The first virtual frog was destroyed.

"Drop!"

The large screen was red, and the rapid sound of a prompt hit Santo's chest like a hammer.

The first flight simulator failed!

"Damn, it's been affected by habit!" Seeing the red prompt coming from the big screen, Santo cursed secretly and quickly summed up the reason for the failure of the first simulation.

Habit.

Habits that are hard to modify due to the instinct of the body!

It's like using the toilet for the first time, knowing that you want to use it while sitting, but you subconsciously want to squat up.

The mechanical operating system, which is accustomed to pulling hard, is suddenly replaced with a light and sensitive fly-by-wire control system, and the usual inadvertent instinctive habits of the body will produce accidents that destroy the machine and kill people.

This is one of the main difficulties in the modification of the new machine, to overcome, you must go through repeated exercises again and again, the body can adapt, and then change the initial habits.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

On the other side, the ending of No. 2 Qingjiao and No. 3 Qingyao is basically the same, and Guloji and Sallan, who are not very skilled in adaptation, successively drove a simulated fighter plane to crash and explode, and failed in the simulation for the first time.

"Continue the simulation, fail or start again, get off the machine by yourself after four hours, pay attention to the strength of the lever, and the fly-by-wire control is very sensitive and light." Looking at the three red screens, Zhou Hai was expressionless, he had expected this result for a long time, and there was no surprise.

The first time I came into contact with a high-performance canard wing fighter with completely different performance, no matter how good the theory is, it is just a piece of paper, and it is already a person with excellent talent to be able to fly.

I think that at the beginning, when he first came into contact with the J-10A in the recruitment selection, he also failed to simulate for the first time.

Failure is not terrible, let alone important, the important thing is to sum up experience from failure, accumulate lessons, and finally apply what you have learned to improve yourself.

"Yes!"

Hearing the order given by Zhou Hai, the three of them who were frustrated in their hearts silently started the second round of flight simulation.

"God, it's all blown up?"

"Santo, Guloggi and Sallan all failed, I can't believe that they are the most experienced pilots."

"It was so difficult, the three of them failed in their first simulation, and they couldn't even complete the takeoff."

In the flight simulation room, the waiting crowd was like exploding a pot, completely unable to believe the failure results given by the three screens.

Fail!

Annihilated!

No one can take off successfully!

Who are these people?

From the capital air base major squadron leader - Santo, the flight hours reached 900 hours!

Captain Pilot from the Capital Air Base - Guloji, flew 600 hours.

Captain Pilot from the Madehua base in the north, Salland, flew 620 hours.

Three people, all the best flying elites!

Rosal, who stood at the end of the line, silent, carefully observed, trying to accumulate experience from the total.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Time is passing like flowing water, and the flight simulation room, which has just been completed and put into use, resounded with the sound of fighter explosions again and again.

A seemingly simple and ordinary take-off action, Santo, who scored first in the comprehensive examination, blew up twenty or thirty times in a row, and then slowly drove the simulated frog with normal bomb load to take off.

As a result, just as he wanted to climb, a level 5 crosswind hit, and due to his sharp eyes and habits, coupled with the fact that he was not familiar with the canard wings, he crashed again after a period of scramble.

Take-off, climbing, turning, and landing, due to the unfamiliarity with the canard wings and their own experience and habits, all kinds of dazzling crash methods are staged one after another.

Zhou Hai, who was standing on the ground, was calm in his heart, without any fluctuations, not angry, and even a little interested.

To tell the truth, if he had to maintain the image and majesty of the instructor, he would already want to take out a bag of melon seeds worth five yuan from his hometown and knock them on, watch the simulated training of this group of Albanian pilots with relish, and see if this group of elites can innovate and research more new crash methods.

"Drop!"

Four hours flew by, accompanied by Santo in the No. 1 simulator, driving the simulated frog to land on the ground, the simulation system judged according to the process, and the large screen showed a green light, showing the words "simulation passed".

"God, it's finally passed." Santo, who was numb in his heart, had some tears in his eyes, resisted the excitement in his heart, controlled his emotions, kept calm, and after four hours, he finally passed the complete simulation of the new machine at one time.

How many times did the take-off blow up?

I don't know.

How many times did the five basic moves blow up?

I don't know.

How many times did the landing blow up?

Still don't know.

After four hours, I finally succeeded once, which was exciting and brought tears to my eyes!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Nearby, two simulated explosions were heard again, the No. 2 frog that fell into a stall tailspin crashed, and the No. 3 frog who accidentally controlled the deflection angle of the canard wings crashed.

Gulogi and Sallan were silent with dark faces.

"The fourth to sixth place on the machine, Santo Gulogi, Sallan, got off the plane to summarize the experience of failure, among which Santo did a good job, and the last round of simulation was successful, which is worthy of praise."

Seeing that someone had finally passed the simulation, Zhou Hai smiled, gave instructions, and praised him.

"Yes!"

Santo, who was happy in his heart, and the two who had become numb after experiencing failure, answered together with the three who were worried.

The three Santo took off their helmets, all of them were reset, and they left the cockpit and went to the ground to rest.

The third and sixth place finishers silently got on the plane and began the simulation.

"Dear instructor, I have a question for you." At this moment, a voice of respect and curiosity came.

Hearing the combination of standard Chinese and English, Zhou Hai turned his head, saw Rosal's cautious appearance, and smiled: "Rosal, you say." ”

Beside him, the other two trainee pilots cast a puzzled look and glanced at Rosal.

"How many times did you succeed in flying simulations before?" Rosal's heart relaxed, and he said the question in his mind, respectfully.

There is no provocation in the words, only pure curiosity.

Hearing this question, the other two people standing nearby lit up their eyes, held their breath, and their ears almost stood up.

"How many times? Ten times. ”

Zhou Hai smiled dumbly, shook his head, looked at Rosar with a curious face, and said.

"Ten times?!" When Rosar heard this, his face was full of astonishment, and he almost lost his voice.

Ten times!

In just ten simulations, you can successfully take off and land advanced frogs and bluebird fighters?!