Chapter 1258 Simulated Air Combat

On the other side, the flying field of Graycastle Sky Knight Academy was also a busy scene.

All the training aircraft were dragged out of the hangar and lined up at the end of the runway. About thirty formal trainees held their breath and listened to the instruction of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Further away, those trainees who had failed the assessment or were newly selected were sitting around the runway, waiting to watch the new round of flights.

"Starting from today, your training will enter a new stage!" Tilly stood in front of a group of people who were much taller than her. She raised her head and said, "Think carefully about what you have learned in the past month. Then tell me loud! It starts with you, Pat!"

"Promoted, Your Highness!" the student who was called replied excitedly.

"Next."

"Hover!"

"Shadow!"

"Um?"

"No..." the answerer quickly changed, "I mean...anti-vertigo training, Your Highness!"

"Strange..." Finkin muttered in a low voice, "His Royal Highness Tilly's temper seems to be much better than before?"

"Really?" Heinz also lowered his voice, "Not to mention that as long as you make a mistake, you will definitely be punished. You just cleaned the toilets for a month, and now you forget about it?"

"That's not what I'm talking about," Finkin looked at Goode, "What do you think?"

Good nodded slightly, "I feel the same way." He had always felt that Her Royal Highness the Princess always seemed to be in a state of inexplicable anxiety and urgency. This was probably related to the poor performance of the Sky Knight trainees. After the expansion of the team to about 200 people, only about 30 people standing here passed the examination.

If the pass rate is just low, that's it. Planes are being sent in one after another from outside, but so far there are still only six available in the hangar, and the others were damaged during test flights. According to the instructor Ying Mian, the price of an airplane is more expensive than a sea ship. Thousands of golden dragons are gone at the drop of a hat. I'm afraid no one will be in a good mood...

However, the situation seems to have changed recently. His Highness's teachings are still strict, but there is less of a breathless heaviness between his brows.

The number of planes they crashed recently... obviously haven't decreased, right?

"Finkin, it's your turn." Someone around reminded him.

Finkin quickly stood up straight, "Discipline! Your Highness, I have learned discipline!"

"There are duties!" Heinz shouted next.

There was a slight roar of laughter from the crowd.

"Tsk, I have already suggested that these guys should be put into the military camp for education for a month or two first."

"This is how you are born as a civilian, just bear with it."

Apparently these words came from the mouths of cadets selected from the army - after being punished for cleaning toilets for a month, their deeds have become a model for the entire academy. However, the students who were born as civilians would only make fun of them. The only ones who sneered at their behavior and wanted to be escorted to the Beipo Mine immediately were those from the First Army.

Tilly didn't say much, "Next one."

Good put aside his distracting thoughts and said seriously, "Love."

There were whispers in the queue again.

"Is this considered something learned?"

"I'm afraid I can't think of any other words..."

He originally thought that Her Royal Highness the Princess would express dissatisfaction or ask further questions, but the other party's eyes only stayed for a moment and then moved to the following students.

After everyone finished answering, Tilly nodded, "You didn't fly for a long time, but you learned a lot! Let's integrate them now and use them in the following training - no matter what Is it a matter of skill or will?”

"As you command, Your Highness!" everyone stood up and said.

"You will be divided into two groups, with three teams on each side, for a simulated confrontation! The rules are very simple. As long as you put the opponent in the crosshair for ten seconds without being thrown away, it will be considered a successful shot down. In the past, you have only practiced on the ground. Fixed target shooting, and this time, you will experience what a real aerial duel is like!"

Everyone suddenly became excited.

"Your Highness!" A student raised his hand impatiently.

"explain."

"There are no bullets in the gun, right?"

"Fool." Finkin scoffed softly.

"Of course not," Tilly shook her head, "To be precise, there's not even a gun... What's mounted on the nose and fuselage is just a model. You don't have to worry about pulling the trigger when you're nervous, or really beating up your teammates. Come down.

Everyone laughed.

"Besides, shooting in flight is far more complicated than the simulation on the ground. It doesn't mean you are guaranteed to hit the target if you put it in the crosshair, so even if you have bullets, you will probably miss nine times out of ten." She shrugged, "Do you have any questions? ?”

Sure enough, Her Highness has undergone some changes. Gude thought to himself that if it were the previous eldest princess, it would be unlikely that she would show such a relaxed expression.

"I, I, I—" Finkin raised his hands. After getting permission, he glanced at the first army students and said, "Your Highness, since it is a confrontation, how can we determine the winner? Even if I bite the opponent so hard that he can't fight back, it doesn't mean that the opponent is willing to admit defeat."

Although the formal students have never been exposed to air combat, the basic concept is taught in the class - if the air knight wants to defeat the enemy, he should aim the nose of the aircraft at the target as much as possible. This process is called "biting". Although there is also a machine gun position in the back seat, the shooting angle is limited, and it is more used to assist and inhibit the enemy's pursuit.

"It's up to me to judge this." Tilly took the hands of the two women next to her - "They are the guests I specially invited. I will see every move you make, so don't try to get away with it."

"...It's Lord Sylvie."

"The other one seems to be Maleficent's steward..." Good heard the whispers from the first military cadet behind him.

"And the trainee phalanx over there is not just sitting." The eldest princess continued, "Did you see the two-color flags in their hands? Looking down from the air, their formation is exactly in six figures. Wait. After you take off, the green flag means normal and the red flag means you were shot down. Once you notice that your number turns red, you have to exit the combat zone and return to the airport. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Very good, I'll split up now."

Surprisingly, the teams were not formed in order, but had a special list. In the end, Goode and Finkin were assigned to the same team, numbered two.

"This is the first batch of candidates to board the plane for training. It is up to you to decide who drives and who shoots. After fifteen minutes, teams one to three will take off first and are not allowed to stay above the airport. The last three teams will take off after five minutes and then train. Let’s officially begin!” Tilly clapped her hands, “Show me everything you have learned!”

Good couldn't help but clenched his fists.

He felt a thump in his chest.

"Have you noticed?" Finkin leaned over.

"Ah." Goode replied. The first and second groups were not randomly selected. The first three teams were all civilian students, and the last three teams were all from the First Army.

Her Royal Highness the Princess wants to see which side is stronger!

"Oh, it's just what I wanted," Finkin rubbed his nose, "I've endured their ridicule for a long time. I accept the punishment for making mistakes, but since you are a sky knight, you have to go to the sky to decide who is better!"

Good didn't care who won or lost, he just hoped that each flight could be longer so that he could stay in that happiness for a while longer. He looked down at his hands - they were trembling slightly, as if responding to his own heart. He felt heat surging through his body at the thought of being able to hold onto the joystick.

"I'll fly the plane. Just shoot well." Finkin patted him on the shoulder.

"You know this is impossible." Good said without hesitation.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Finkin said helplessly, "Okay, it's the same old rules."

There is a simple and effective ruling method popular in Neverwinter. The specific source is unknown. Some say it is commonly used within the Witches' Alliance, while others say it comes from His Majesty, but no matter what, it is indeed very effective.

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"I won." Goode put away his slap.

Finkin stared at his fist for a while, then muttered with deep resentment, "It's just once. Anyway, there will be many more trainings like this in the future."

The two came to the parking area of ​​the biplane and boarded the plane one by one according to the number.

"You guys... come on!" Heinz said with a strong wink on the side of the track - he was not on the list of the first batch of opponents, so he consciously acted as an encouragement staff, and the meaning of his eyes is self-evident.

"Huh, we didn't practice in vain." Finkin pulled down his goggles and raised his thumb to the ground crew.

The ladder was quickly removed, and as the rocker rotated rapidly, the propeller on the nose of the plane made two snapping sounds and slowly rotated.

When the piston started and the accelerator was turned on, Good felt that the mechanical creation beneath him seemed to be alive.

"The runway is clear and you can take off!" the ground crew saluted.

He raised his arm vigorously and responded with a standard military salute, "Unit No. 2, dispatch!"

The biplane slid into the runway under his control, and then continued to accelerate until it rushed into the blue sky against the sea breeze.

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