Big Yellow sat on the oxygen outlet and pressed it down with its fat butt, while the civet cat turned back and continued to lie in front of the exhaust outlet, observing the change of the pilot's state.
This will be a relatively slow process, and I hope I can knock this big guy down before the battle begins!
The small fleet at Yokota Base moved forward slowly, probably because they had plenty of time to assemble, so they didn't appear to be in a hurry, and they were able to exercise the formation abilities of a few novices!
"They fly like shit! I really don't understand why the higher ups sent a group of rookies who have only been flying for a few months! Let alone fighting, as long as they can ensure that they don't crash, they are just a group of boy scouts. !" Garcia complained dissatisfied.
Colonel Miller could not speak like this, "This requires a process! We have all come from this step! Of course, they will mainly watch this battle. I will not really send them out, just to feel the atmosphere. , which helps them improve!”
Garcia didn't speak anymore. He knew very well what the colonel meant. The training progress of these people was a bit too slow. Many people focused more on enjoyment instead of serving the country. Therefore, what the superior meant was to give A lesson for them!
This will not happen to real soldiers. They have their own beliefs and are confident in their professional skills after long-term training; but these people are different. They are waiters, security guards, repairmen, farmers...
The favorable material conditions can overwhelm them in one fell swoop, making them forget what they are here to do? They think that since they are new human beings, they should enjoy all this as a matter of course!
Therefore, Miller did not actually tell the truth. These people will definitely be sent out to fight, but they will be sent in less important directions; there will definitely be casualties, otherwise the remaining people will not be alerted!
But they won't say this clearly.
The army has the characteristics of the army, which can be molded through long-term training in normal times, but now there is not so much time, so the best way is to throw them into the battlefield, and you will understand after a few die!
It's cruel, but that's the truth of the matter! No pie comes free.
"If there is an encounter, do we let them organize their own team? Or do we take it with us?" As deputy, Garcia wanted to know the specific tactics.
Miller was very honest, "If they form a team on their own, I'm afraid that the team will be wiped out! Although I really want them to see blood, I can't leave them alone!"
Just use it as a loyal wingman! There are seven newcomers, and we only have six veterans, so you lead two!"
The loyal wingman method is actually to use the wingman as cannon fodder. This is a tacit understanding between these veterans; Miller and Garcia have the strongest mental strength in their team, but Colonel Miller needs to coordinate the overall situation, so Garcia will lead two wingmen. As for how to lead them, it all depends on his mood.
You can protect it, or you can ignore it. In space battles, in the flash of lightning, it is difficult to distinguish what behavior is intentional and what is unintentional.
"I just hope that after this operation, their queue can grow a little! It's so ugly to fly!"
Miller comforted him, "Yes, it will definitely happen! This time, the order from above is that we will never withdraw our troops until all four little suns are destroyed. I hope it won't take too long!"
The four small suns are not in low-Earth orbit. They are hundreds of thousands of kilometers away from the earth. It will take several hours to fly at the speed of a spacecraft. If we want to destroy all four small suns, it will not take a short time. Conservative estimates
It will take more than a few days, and this is assuming that there is no strong resistance from foreign spacecraft.
Fighting for several days or even longer is also a great burden for the pilots. Their spirits have indeed improved, but their bodies are still lagging...
There is no explanation for the fleet flying out of the column formation, just because it is the easiest. You need to do something else, just bite the spacecraft in front!
It's like a long snake formation, but it's all crooked, and the distance between it gets wider and wider as it flies.
Two hours later, the spaceship ahead suddenly sent an early warning, discovering two extraterrestrial spaceships! This immediately made everyone nervous, especially the rookies who had never experienced combat!
The fleet immediately put into battle formation, and Lieutenant Jones was fortunate enough to be one of Garcia's two wingmen. Apart from following closely, he couldn't think of anything else he could do. Six months ago, he was driving a tractor on the farm, but now he is
When I came here, things were unpredictable, and everything happened here!
The extraterrestrial spacecraft did not go too deep and actively attack, but even if it was harassment, it still made these rookies very nervous.
They have to keep up with the host in the constant changes of posture anytime and anywhere, distinguish between friends and foes, and condense energy beams. They have not yet been fully trained and are all in a hurry!
Among them, Jones is an outlier. Although his skills are not good, his courage is commendable. He fully demonstrates the fearless cowboy spirit of the Western red neck. He is also the only one among the rookies who fired an energy beam, although he almost overpowered the host.
Xia was reimbursed!
"Idiot! Don't fire until you get the order! If you disobey the order again, you will go back to Texas and drive a tractor!" Garcia was a little angry.
Jones refused, "You can't talk like that to a cowboy, even if you are the chief!"
Colonel Miller immediately intervened in their conflict and sided with his deputies without hesitation. In the battle, he could rely on these veterans instead of these useless rookies.
"Lieutenant Jones, remain silent and carry out the order. This is my only request from you until the end of this war!"
Jones was still cursing in the cockpit. He dared to attack Garcia, but he did not dare to attack Miller because the colonel controlled his income.
He thought he had done a good job, and he was indeed aiming at an extraterrestrial spaceship when he opened fire, but for some reason he suddenly lost his sight? No, was he distracted?
He felt weak all over! He was a little flustered, short of breath, chest tightness, shortness of breath, rapid heartbeat, dizziness... He thought it was due to being too nervous for his first battle, so he didn't take it seriously.
If he doesn't talk, he won't talk. He doesn't bother to talk to these so-called veterans! They all act like veterans, thinking they are so great!
Cowboys never do this. This is a natural pride! Even in space, he regards this place as the endless fields of his hometown!
My head is really dizzy! Is it the sequelae of excessive use of mental power to mobilize energy just now?
Garcia's main engine in the front was still doing various maneuvers, causing the two wingmen behind to complain. The formation was no longer one dragging two, but one dragging one and one dragging one. Jones's wingman was left behind at the end, and he couldn't keep up.
It can't keep up with the rhythm of the host, and its movements are cutting corners, and it's just barely in the mental force field...
What's wrong with me? It's just an encounter, why does it feel like I've been overdrawn?
Jones tried to open his eyes wide, only to find that all the ships on the portholes had turned into double images, and his mental power was slipping more and more out of control!