Pilot training includes not only the driving and flying of fighter jets, but also air combat theory, air combat tactics, and escape, survival and anti-interrogation training that give many pilots a headache.
As a combat-ready duty unit, the survival training of Tyrant Wolf pilots is more stringent than that of Zhou Yan's old army, the Golden Helmet.
The first step of the pilot survival training at the Tyrant Wolf Base: airdrop the pilot into the desolate Gobi Desert. The second step is to drop hostile ground search troops into the area half an hour after the pilot is airdropped...
After landing, Zhou Yan activated the emergency rescue button on the "ejection seat" in accordance with the requirements in the training syllabus to save himself.
After the survival signal was released, Zhou Yan opened his pilot emergency escape kit.
A few seconds later, Zhou Yan burst into tears: In the tool bag that should have been stuffed with various escape equipment and emergency supplies, lying dryly was a paratrooper knife, three packs of compressed biscuits, a pack of water purification tablets, and a
Medical first aid kit and individual radio for communication.
In order to make the training more difficult, the base boss Ling Weifeng gave all the guns and water in the tool bag to "Mo Tan".
"Boss, at least we need some water, right?"
Survival is very difficult, but it is not difficult for Zhou Yan, who has experience in special forces operations.
After counting the items, Zhou Yan took out the paratrooper's knife and tied it to his leg. He stuffed the compressed biscuits and water purification tablets into his pocket, fixed the individual radio station on his waist, and kept the medical first-aid kit in the bag and carried it on his back.<
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This is how Zhou Yan's escape journey begins.
Thanks to the vast territory of the northwest and the sparse population, although the search team has delineated Zhou Yan's landing area, they are unable to launch a blanket search.
In the first two hours, Zhou Yan's escape journey went smoothly. Although his mouth was a little dry, he could still hold on for a while.
Two hours later, the search force's helicopter was dispatched...
"I knew you would use this trick!"
Zhou Yan found a pit, lay down in it, and covered himself with his shirt, which was stained with soil due to sweat.
It happened to be summer and the ground temperature was very high, so the infrared equipment of the search team immediately failed.
After evading three waves of aerial reconnaissance with his shirt stained with loess, Zhou Yan finally rushed into the stone mountain.
The first step after entering the mountains is to recycle the water in your body.
Tools: Plastic bag for compressed biscuits.
Power: Solar energy.
Principle: Solar energy evaporates salt-containing liquid, and the water vapor produced condenses when it is cooled...
As for the water purification tablets, for the sake of safety, Zhou Yan did not dare to use them.
After replenishing the water, Zhou Yan forged traces of his activities, used a personal radio to send a secondary encrypted coordinate to the rescue force, and left the place while it was dark.
The coordinates sent by Zhou Yan were received by both search and rescue parties at the same time and decoded. Neither side was sure whether the intelligence was true or false, so they could only send out small groups of troops.
Zhou Yan’s opportunity has come to fish in troubled waters.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Zhou Yan sneakily attacked the remaining personnel in a small troop vehicle. After taking the supplies, he tied an armed belt to the steering wheel, then put a gun on the accelerator, put the gear on and ignored it...<
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Two hours later, the search team's helicopter caught up with the "Warrior" who was walking on the beach next door. When he found that no one was in the car, the commander of the search team almost lost his breath and twisted his nose.
"Isn't this kid too damaged?"
That night, Zhou Yan, who had solved the problem of drinking water and weapons, wrapped himself in a sleeping bag and slept soundly all night.
The next morning, after getting up, Zhou Yan used the individual radio to send an encrypted communication to the rescue team. The content of the communication was very simple, but it stumped both the rescue team and the search team.
"Boss Ling, what does this B3 maneuver plus C4 maneuver mean?"
"This..." Ling Weifeng smiled and looked at the major in charge of the encirclement and suppression campaign, "Old Li, it's an internal secret of the Air Force, you can go back!"
The major was a little unconvinced and turned to look at the rescue team leader: "Then why can he stay here?"
"Lao Li," the captain of the rescue team said happily, "our pilots used our internal common code names..."
On the morning of the second day of survival training, Zhou Yan attacked the patrol team sent by the search team. In the evening, he attacked the search team's camp again and then walked away...
On the third day of the search, the search team got up early to run around, wash up, and eat as usual.
Before the routine search started, the angry voice of the boss rang out on the radio: "Pull them all back, I was rescued right under your noses..."
The anti-interrogation training of pilots is much easier than that of special forces: just the fact that there are no scars on the body is enough to reduce the difficulty by half.
Even so, the difficulty of counter-interrogation is still mind-numbing.
Zhou Yan once heard his father Zhou Zhenghai talk about how to make an eagle survive: a group of people take turns staring at a caught eagle. As long as the eagle wants to close its eyes, they beat the cage with a stick to force the eagle to surrender.
And Zhou Yan never thought that one day, he would become the eagle in the cage...
When the interrogation training began, the instructor in charge of the interrogation just took a glass of water, sat across from Zhou Yan with a smile, and asked perfunctorily: "Name, rank?"
Zhou Yan did not speak, nor did he dare to speak, so he could only endure it.
The instructor opposite was very patient. Every few hours, he would ask: "What is your name and rank?"
The interrogation room was brightly lit and there was no clock.
Although Zhou Yan knew this was an interrogation strategy, he still felt a little uneasy.
In order to fight against his inner uneasiness, Zhou Yan could only calculate the CPU he had built in his mind: This thing has a complex structure and is time-consuming and laborious to calculate. It not only kills time but also diverts attention.
When the interrogation lasted about fifteen or six hours, Zhou Yan began to feel sleepy. At the same time, Zhou Yan also realized that the real battle had begun...
"Name, rank?"
The "enemy" responsible for the interrogation has been changed. Although the person has changed, the very perfunctory smile on his face is still there, as well as the worry and uneasiness hidden deep in the smile.
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Zhou Yan had no chance, so he suppressed his sleepiness and continued to calculate the structure of the CPU.
The flow of time suddenly slowed down. Although the other party made some noise from time to time to disturb Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan could still hear his heartbeat clearly...
It turns out that at times like this, nerves can really speed up!
After his heart beat more than 7,000 times, a thick feeling of sleep began to envelope Zhou Yan.
I can't sleep!
After being shrouded in sleep, Zhou Yan's thoughts began to become confused...
Then, the lingering "name, rank?" rang in my ears again.
When his thoughts were confused, Zhou Yan suddenly remembered a statement he had accidentally read: the "essence of kidney water" similar to stimulants in traditional martial arts is adrenaline.
Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!
Zhou Yan followed the method Huo Diange learned when he was studying art to induce the essence of kidney water, and his energy sank into his Dantian...
In the monitoring room not far from the interrogation room, all the base officers, big and small, felt a little weird when they saw Zhou Yan, who had already begun to nod, regaining his energy as if he had been given a shot of blood.<
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"Doctor Hu, what's going on? Is there anything going on?"
The middle-aged female doctor known as Dr. Hu shook her head and took a look at Zhou Yan's resume: "I heard that traditional martial arts can stimulate adrenaline, but I didn't expect it to be true!" p>
"But a person's adrenaline is always limited, right?"
"Almost, otherwise this thing wouldn't be called kidney water essence, but..." Dr. Hu smiled slightly, "There is a price for using epinephrine..."
The price is that after the excitement of adrenaline has passed, people will be very tired.
Two hours later, Zhou Yan finally tasted the pain of "cheating": sleepiness came back...
Fortunately, after a long detour, Zhou Yan finally thought of a way: compete with others and compete with yourself.
"Everyone else can pass, why can't you?"
In the end, Zhou Yan couldn't figure out how long he persisted: the instructor in charge of the interrogation had repeated to him several times that the training was over, but Zhou Yan still didn't believe it.
In the end, the instructors had no choice but to invite Ling Weifeng to the interrogation room...
A few days later, Zhou Yan got a new nickname, "Five-day Buddha", a Buddhist man who persisted for five days.
For the title of "Five-day Buddha", Zhou Yan slept for three whole days afterwards...
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