At five o'clock in the morning, as the sun slowly emerged above the sea level, dyeing the sea in a cone-shaped area ahead orange, more than 60 pilots of the Yorktown began adaptive flight training.
The so-called adaptive flight training requires pilots to maintain physical conditioning that allows them to fly smoothly before a war. If they have not flown for a long time and suddenly take off in an emergency, it is very likely that they will suffer from extreme physical discomfort due to the changes in gravity acceleration they endure, which can lead to serious injuries.
Sometimes he may even faint.
It's similar to what we often say about maintaining "feel".
The deck of the Yorktown has been completely repaired by maintenance workers, who have used welding and rivets to temporarily fix the steel plates. Their work has now begun to repair the damage inside the cabin.
It is hard to imagine that the Yorktown, which was almost completely damaged and required at least several months of adjustment, could be repaired in such a short period of time. At this time, Bald Eagle said that his damage control repair technology was second in the world.
People dare to be number one.
"Boys, I am Jimmy Sage, the flight crew leader of the Yorktown. You can just call me Captain Sage. Today is the last time for a coordinated flight of different aircraft types. Please be serious!" A big voice said.
The man with the nose yelled from the high platform, and all the pilots below started to stand at attention.
The so-called cooperative flight is to use fighter jets to cooperate with bombers and torpedo planes respectively. Because bombers and torpedo planes basically need to carry large-yield bombs to kill aircraft carriers, they lose the capital of air combat with other fighter jets. And
Fighters are designed to deal with air units. Only by cooperating with different crews can the maximum effect of the aircraft be exerted.
To use the description in the game, bombers and torpedo planes can be regarded as ADC (main C), while fighters can be regarded as auxiliary.
"Boys, if you cooperate well now, you will have a higher chance of surviving the battlefield. Please save your own lives! Don't let your childhood sweetheart Dani marry someone else!" Captain Sage seemed to be talking.
Made a rice joke.
"Hahaha..." Most of the pilots below burst into laughter.
Only Li Wei, who didn't understand American humor, looked embarrassed and yawned because of sleep problems.
"Everyone, take off!" Captain Sach shouted, and then the pilots began to get into their planes.
Levi was scolded by this man when he passed by Captain Sage.
"Lieutenant, cheer up, don't act like a soft-footed shrimp who just came back from the nightclub!" Captain Sage yelled, like a stern instructor.
"Understood." Levi was not angry, but said a little embarrassedly. He must have been caught yawning just now. Last night he borrowed a book on gunpowder and started reading it, plus there was a banging sound next door.
He was busy repairing the hull, and he was not in a good mood.
"No energy, please speak louder, I can't hear you!"
"clear!!"
"Very good! Very energetic!" Sachi grinned and helped Levi adjust his hat, "Lieutenant, you are very good, are you missing a girl?"
"Huh?" Levi looked at the big-nosed captain a little confused.
"Work hard, survive this battle, and I'll introduce you to a girl." Saqi patted Levi on the shoulder and motioned for him to get on the plane first.
Levi: "???"
Are matchmakers popular among some people these days? He has felt speechless many times.
However, this time the "Blue Sea Funeral" mission was about to end in four days, and I would definitely not live long enough to let the big-nosed officer play matchmaker, so I naturally put these words behind me.
A group of planes took off one by one and began to fly around the Yorktown. They basically used 4+2 tactics, that is, four bombers (torpedo planes) and two fighters.
As luck would have it, the fighters assigned to Levi's team were none other than Captain Sage and his adjutant.
At an altitude of thousands of meters, Levi also saw the two guys showing off their flying skills flashing their white teeth at him.
Until the end of the flight, Levi went to dinner with Sam, Ocelot, and Xiao Fu. He gradually adapted to life at sea, mainly because the food here was really good.
Today is eating Texas Braised Chicken.
Sam is also in good condition today. He has regained his usual smiling demeanor and seems to have temporarily come out of the previous haze.
As soon as the four of them sat down to eat, Captain Saatchi also came over with a rice tray. In front of so many people, he came close to Levi and thrust a black and white photo into Levi's hand.
"My daughter is the cheerleader of Chicago University. She has never had a boyfriend. She is very serious." After a wink, Captain Saatchi left the dining table and went to the private room.
Levi: "..."
He still looked at the black and white photo curiously. It was indeed a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing hot pants and tight short sleeves, and her big white legs were dazzling even in the black and white photo.
Xiao Fu next to him bumped into Levi and said: "Lieutenant, you have seduced Captain Saatchi's daughter so quickly? I think he wants you to stop participating in the decisive battle now and go back to get married and let Captain Saatchi hold her."
My grandson got it."
"Eat your sausage." Levi directly stuffed the drumstick of the braised chicken into Xiao Fu's mouth, blocking his mouth that could not speak human words.
The ocelot and Sam both laughed, and even the ocelot began to brag about his love history, boasting to the sky, saying that he had bewitched the daughter of a congressman's family.
There was joyful laughter throughout the canteen.
At this time, a white young man came to the table where Levi and the others were sitting. He was the boy who almost got into a fight with Sam yesterday. He smiled at Sam a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, Second Lieutenant Sam, he was mine yesterday."
Question, sorry. My name is Rorschach, pilot of the second torpedo plane crew."
"It's okay, my name is Sam, pilot of the third bomber unit."
The two shook hands and everything passed like this.
Li Wei also looked at the two people shaking hands and making peace, smiling, but felt a thick haze enveloped him.
During the entire Battle of AF Island, there were a total of about 180 pilots of the three Bald Eagle carrier-based aircraft, 113 died, and almost two-thirds of the battle losses. Among them, especially the pilots of the Yorktown, basically only 10% survived
.It can be said that I really fought until the last moment of my life.
Looking at this group of people playing and joking and telling Korean-style jokes, Levi felt extremely depressed.
No one talks about superheroes anymore. Obviously, there will not be those guys in fancy clothes on this battlefield. On this sea, only naval guns and torpedoes are the final answer.