Tang Mo has several aircraft of his own. These C47s have been strictly inspected and modified, and are completely different from those C47s operating in the world.
Although it is not as luxurious as the airplanes modified by the rich in the 21st century, it can basically be described as comfortable.
Every time his plane takes off, it is escorted by fighter jets to ensure the absolute safety of His Majesty the King in the air.
The performance of the escorting Butcher fighter jets, that is, the FW-190 fighter jets, is absolutely unparalleled. They are the most advanced weapons that can fly in the sky in this era and in this world.
Tang Mo's C47 aircraft has another layer of decoration inside, which isolates the noise as much as possible, and also uses the internal space as much as possible to improve the comfort of flying.
Such modifications increase the range of the aircraft and reduce the number of passengers on the aircraft. Under normal circumstances, Tang Mo's special plane can only carry 4 people.
Compared with today's presidential plane, Tang Mo's plane was more like a small personal business plane than a large special plane.
After all, the C47 is too small, and the space available for internal modifications is limited: after all, this kind of aircraft can only carry so many paratroopers at one time, and it can transport just a few people without any modifications.
So even Tang Mo couldn't hold a meeting on his own plane. However, he could give orders to the ground on the plane, which is something that other countries cannot do.
This type of aircraft is not for sale now, because Tang Mo neither wants to sell the production technology of all-metal aircraft, nor does he want to take out advanced engine technology too early.
After all, the technology of the World War II era is universal. If other countries can master the engine technology of the C47 transport aircraft, it is not impossible to use it for single-engine fighter jets.
Even if the performance is slightly worse, it can allow those countries to immediately equip a fighter jet with usable performance. This is definitely not what Tang Mo wants to see.
If that happens, Tang Mo's air force pilots will face challenges, and they may be shot down. Tang Mo feels that such a loss is a bit too expensive.
He hoped that the enemy would have aircraft, but these aircraft should be backward and have no resistance. Tang fighter pilots should shoot down these enemy aircraft as if they were hunting, without spending any extra cost.
Therefore, the technology he came up with was actually biplane technology, with the skin made of canvas and the fuselage made of wood.
Such aircraft can be mass-produced and relatively cheap, but their performance is really not that good. They can only solve the problem of whether they exist, but they cannot solve the problem of whether they are usable or not.
However, when young people from all over the world experienced this brand-new weaponry, they were still shocked by the fact that even though it was a very simple biplane, it could actually fly.
When they were first stuffed into the back seats and strapped into seat belts by the ground staff, they were as nervous as tourists about to ride a roller coaster.
They didn't know what kind of challenges they were about to face, so they clenched their fists nervously, watched the propellers rotate, and felt the engines vibrating the fuselage.
"Don't be nervous! This is just an experience flight. Just focus on enjoying the whole process." The Tang Guo flight instructors in front were also young. In fact, they were all just graduated flight students.
It was impossible for Tang Mo to deliberately find a group of experienced pilots to teach. He was not a fool. Every tiny movement of those pilots might be the result of life and death experience that had been tempered for thousands of years. How could he show it to others so easily?
We are all young people, but young people are really completely different from each other. Those young people from all over the world, after a few days of contact, really admired these young Tang instructors in front of them.
In terms of knowledge, these instructors are much better than them. These young people are all elites who have been seriously trained by Longcheng University. Even if they are not pilots, they can be said to be more than enough to do any job.
Not to mention in terms of ability, these people have all been trained to become regular pilots. The money Tang Guo spent on them was not in vain. It can be said that each of them was piled up with money.
"I, I, I'm not, I'm not nervous." The apprentice, who was about to leave the ground and challenge gravity for the first time, was trembling a little when he spoke.
Everyone has a first time. The first time they take a commercial airliner to the sky, even in a large and comfortable fuselage, most people will still be nervous.
The current situation is that if you were driving a convertible when you went to heaven, would you be able to face it calmly and calmly?
"It doesn't matter. If you vomit, at least there is no glass around you!" The young instructor in front turned around and said something jokingly, and then the trainer aircraft began to slowly move its body forward.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the plane taxied on the runway, and its speed became faster and faster.
When he was about to sprint to the end of the runway, the apprentice pilot sitting in the back suddenly felt his body floating along with the fuselage of the aircraft.
His feet no longer had a solid feeling of touching the ground, and his body seemed to be floating. The plane was floating up and down, and the feeling was indescribably weird.
Because it was an open cockpit, wearing goggles, he could clearly see that the ground beneath his feet was moving away a little bit, and the trees and tree crowns farther away at the end of the airport runway were already under his feet.
He could breathe the smell of the woods in the strong wind, and he could also feel the thrilling feeling of flying in the air.
"Wow! It's so beautiful!" Seeing the trees retreating crazily and shrinking little by little, the flying apprentice from Cyric became excited.
This is a feeling he has never had before, and it is also a feeling that those who fly to the sky on commercial airliners will never experience.
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"It's great! It's so interesting!" The apprentice, who experienced this feeling for the first time, shouted crazily from behind, but his voice soon became smaller and smaller.
There is no way, when a normal person sees the ground under his feet getting farther and farther, his fear will always start to grow. This is the awe of heights brought about by biological genes, and it is the inner demon that pilots must overcome.
"My God...hey, how high is this already?" The apprentice who was still shouting and laughing just now had forgotten the madness just now and started to be afraid again.
"It's only over 1,300 meters, don't be nervous, our ceiling is actually over 4,000 meters." The young instructor piloting the plane shouted relaxedly: "The wind is very strong! You can keep your mouth shut!"
After he finished speaking, he smiled and controlled the aircraft to continue climbing. The climbing speed of the old biplane was really too slow, which made him very dissatisfied.
If it is a fw-190 fighter jet, it may have reached an altitude of 5,000 meters by this time, right? The closed pressurized cockpit is also more comfortable, and the aircraft is faster.
Compared with the fighter jets equipped by the Tang Dynasty, these old-fashioned trainer aircraft are almost like antiques. They are clumsier and more difficult to control, which makes people dislike them very much.
"The current altitude is 1,500 meters!" This time the instructor did not look back, he just shouted an altitude and then continued to control the aircraft to climb.
To be honest, even though he was wearing a leather jacket, a scarf, and goggles, the apprentice still felt cold.
Although the strong wind was cut by the windshield, part of it still hit the apprentice's face. The cold air was getting through the gaps in his clothes. He no longer even bothered to look at the increasingly distant land beneath his feet.
"Instructor... I, we, today, today, we are going to fly, how high should we fly?" He tried hard to make his words more fluent, but unfortunately he really couldn't do it.
"About 3,000 meters! This is the first time. It doesn't need to be so extreme." The instructor who controlled the aircraft to continue climbing said without looking back.
After a brief pause, the instructor continued to add: "I will also show some flying actions such as rolling and diving later, which will be exciting."
The apprentice sitting in the back really wanted to tell his instructor that what he needed now was not stimulation, but to return to the ground safely.
"What's for breakfast?" After a long climb, the instructor suddenly asked such a strange question without any clue.
While the apprentice pilot was still thinking about what he had for breakfast, he suddenly felt that his plane began to rise suddenly upwards.
His body seemed to become a little heavier, and he had to lean on his seat, and his eyes gradually turned towards the sky.
Immediately afterwards, he felt that his blood began to flow to his head, and the earth under his feet returned to his field of vision, but it appeared above his head.
The old-fashioned biplane flew into a somersault in a very clumsy manner, and the apprentice pilot almost vomited out his breakfast during the whole process.
He tried his best to keep his mouth shut, trying to keep the food in his stomach. After all, the breakfast here was really rich and expensive, so he couldn't bear to waste any of it.
After turning a somersault, the aircraft began to dive. During the dive, the aircraft made two more roll movements.
As a result, the apprentice sitting in the back could no longer keep his breakfast, and he began to vomit uncontrollably... Fortunately, there was no canopy around, and the vomitus dispersed with the wind.
However, some of the mostly digested paste still stuck to the apprentice's face, even covering his goggles.
He couldn't see anything, and suddenly he felt an inexplicable sense of security. He could no longer see the earth rushing towards him, nor could he see the terrifying scene of the sky and the earth switching between each other.
