"Then you are welcome. I guess I will disturb Brother Ricky for a week." Yue Peng also looked very modest.

After a while of simple greetings, Ricky took Yue Peng and others into the restaurant and started to enjoy a delicious meal.

At the same time, several ground crew members who followed the freight ship transported the latest particle paint, and followed the freight ship and returned directly to the Black Warrior Terminal, starting batch after batch, transporting a large amount of materials from Zhongyue City and even surrounding cities to the Black Warrior Terminal, and began to carry out various constructions.

Basically, during this period, it costs almost as much as flow of water. After one trip, the material costs will be almost 100 million or 200 million blue shields.

However, Yue Peng can no longer care so much now, so let it go to Ximang, which will save you worry.

Follower Ricky entered the restaurant. Yue Peng took a quick look. The entire restaurant was not at all gorgeous, it was very simple and practical, and this was also the usual style of the army.

On the long chairs, there were exquisite food, all separated and placed on large dining plates.

"The army is not as simple as McLaren Training Camp. It tastes simplicity and speed. Yue Peng and these brothers will just use it." Ricky apologized.

"Where, this is a supreme delicacy for us black warrior pilots who eat canned food all day long and are so poor that they are almost wet." Yue Peng said with a smile, and almost no valuable information was collected from Yue Peng's face.

Then I looked at Yue Peng and others, and didn't hesitate to sit on the dining table and started eating. Those students who graduated from the ace instructor group, led by Yue Peng, were even more amazingly large. One person needs to consume food supplies for five people.

The third squadron leader Puno, who was sitting next to Ricky, looked at Yue Peng and others who were only caring about lowering their heads to cook rice, but there was no slight friendship on his face.

Psa is only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and is still a little bit ahead of being a storm-class pilot.

Although I don’t think it is so great, in Puno’s eyes, these guys are still just some student soldiers. Looking at those tender faces, they don’t look like soldiers who have experienced bloody storms. They are all lucky.

It was really unpleasant that I made a fortune in just a few days after coming.

Especially when seeing these guys having an amazing appetite, in Punuo's eyes, this is clearly a bucket of rice.

It only took about half an hour, after the thirty-eight black warriors' team members, they only left a pile of meals.

"Thanks to Brother Ricky for your kind hospitality, the food is delicious." Yue Peng placed the seventh plate on a stack of plates, and said to Ricky very politely.

"It's good that you're satisfied, and what about me? I'm still in trouble. Just find Puno from the third squadron for everything here. He will help you solve everything as much as possible." Ricky stood up slowly and apologized.

"Brother Ricky, you need to be polite. If you have something to do, go and do it." Yue Peng smiled and looked at Puno who was stern from beginning to end, then leaned over slightly.

As Ricky left, looking at the expression on Puno's face, it became even colder and looked extremely cold.

"I will fully receive you for the week you stay here. Your residence is arranged on the seventh floor of accommodation No. 5. You can go and take a look." Punuo looked up and down Yue Peng and others, and said indifferently, feeling as if he had become a kindergarten aunt.

"I want to ask, is there any training grounds or something like this? We haven't trained for a long time and want to use this to restore our state." Yue Peng continued to ask, with a very polite sentence between his words.

"How could there be no training ground? However, there are places where professional pilots are trained. I am worried that you guys will not be able to withstand the training intensity there." Puno hugged his arms and didn't go to see Yue Peng and others at all, and responded.

Standing beside Yue Peng, Lyon, Deng Wei and others, seeing Puno in this way, could not help but squint slightly. It was obvious that people were looking down. A Ricky had just left, and now another Puno appeared. Could it be that the Black Rose people all looked like this?

Yue Peng's face changed slightly in response to this, but he did not make a fuss. Instead, he smiled indifferently: "It doesn't matter, just now, we also want to see the super strength of Senior Black Rose."

"Since you said that, let you see the real pilot, let's go." Puno responded, then took the two adjutants beside him out of the restaurant and walked straight towards the training ground of the Third Squadron.

In fact, whether it is McLaren training camp or various armies, the importance of the training ground is second only to the fighter jets, because only the training ground can ensure that the pilots maintain their peak state and make continuous progress.

Along the way, Punuo hardly said anything to Yue Peng, and he did not treat Yue Peng and others as their level.

After about ten minutes of travel, Yue Peng and others stopped in front of an oval building. The whole building was not very large, probably twice as big as an ordinary building, with a height of about twenty meters.

When they stepped on the second floor of the training ground, Yue Peng and others could clearly see that more than 20 pilots from the Third Black Rose Squadron were training enthusiastically inside. Everyone was sweating profusely, with twenty kilograms of magnetic gravity rings on their limbs, waist and abdomen.

The training atmosphere is very hot, and occasionally you can hear some pilot moans.

After a slight glance at the small light screen of the hand speed trainer, Yue Peng could clearly see that most pilots here have a hand speed of around 20, and the weakest ones are at least 19 or above.

Although such combat effectiveness cannot be compared with the top 20 flight brigades at McLaren Air Base headquarters, its combat effectiveness is already strong enough.

"How is it? This is the training state of a real pilot. You must persist for three hours a day. You will have to learn more in the future." Punuo glanced at Yue Peng coldly and spoke.

"No?" Deng Wei looked at Puno's proud face and blinked his eyes.

"Why? I was shocked?" Puno saw Deng Wei's exaggerated expression, and a hint of pride flashed across his expression.

"Uh... no, I just feel that the life of a pilot is so leisurely." Deng Wei responded.

"Can you only train for three hours a day, with a load of twenty kilograms? Oh my God, this is simply Skynet." Sun Ning said with a feeling on his face. When he thought of the time he was in the ace instructor group, he felt cold sweat on his back.

"I thought the members of the Black Rose Squadron were so strong, but Err." Lyon smiled coldly and said to himself.

As Deng Wei and Sun Ning said this, the muscles on Punuo's face hopped slightly, and a strange look appeared on his face. Not only Punuo, but also the pilots of other third squadrons turned their attention here.

"What are you talking about? Boy, cowhide is not so bragging. Three hours, carrying 20 kilograms, is not a joke. It would be great if an ordinary pilot can hold on for an hour." Puno said.

The other pilots simply stopped training and looked at Yue Peng and others with bad eyes.

Yue Peng didn't say a word, looked at the eyes of the people around him slightly, and then shook his head helplessly. He wanted to be low-key and stayed in Black Rose for a week. No one should offend him and be kind, but now it seems that his low-key idea has failed again.

Why are there people who don’t accept it everywhere? It’s really troublesome.

"I think, let's forget about this matter today, and give me some face." Yue Peng advised his subordinates kindly.

"No! I'll blow it out and want to swallow it back. Do you think this is possible?" Punuo glared at his eyes and spoke directly.

The pilots of the third squadron of others also showed bad looks.

"Hey... since that's the case, we can only... start training." Yue Peng gently touched the tip of his nose and ordered.

The next moment, looking at Lyon, Deng Wei and others, they didn't say anything else, moved their wrists, then threw away the dark blue legion gear they were wearing, and came directly to a hand speed trainer. Then they picked up the magnetic gravity rings that they were familiar with and disgusted, and put them on their bodies, then directly adjusted the gravity to fifty kilograms!

As the words "50" appeared on the magnetic gravity ring, Puno and even all the third squadron pilots around him moved slightly.

Fifty kilograms?

This is definitely an incredible number in their eyes, and most of these people also graduated from McLaren Training Camp. They have never seen them before. Magnetic gravity rings are used to train new recruits, and they are of such a high weight.

These little guys must be showing off their power. Don’t even lift your arms after a while.

This common idea in the minds of Puno and other pilots, and they narrowed their eyes one after another, preparing to see how Yue Peng and others made a fool of themselves.

"Boy, adjust it to fifty kilograms and carefully pull your pink and tender arms and legs up. It is useless to show off your power." One of the pilots of the third squadron said disdainfully.

Regarding this, Lyon and Sun Ning and other members of the ace instructor group said nothing. After starting their hand speed training program, they gritted their teeth and began to train frantically.

After such a long rest, the members of the ace instructor group who had been tortured by Annu had been accustomed to being alive. Even with a 50-kilogram magnetic gravity ring, their hands were still flying in front of them.

And because they have gained a lot of benefits from Blue, these people's physical strength and even hand speed can be greatly enhanced.
Chapter completed!