Sky-cracking Rider

"Cadet Chen Fei, call sign 'Rookie,' Aircraft No.1 is ready. The weather conditions are good, you may take off,"

Outside the cockpit, a young man gestured to Chen Fei.

Seeing the man's face, Chen Fei couldn't help but smile. Wasn't that just Old David in his younger days!

Pictures of Old David at various ages were hung in the fighter jet museum, so he was very familiar with him.

The official ignition commenced, the flight simulator slightly vibrated, simulating the ground start conditions of the MiG-28 jet fighter; the ground power and air supply equipment began to withdraw.

After a brief warm-up, Chen Fei gently pushed the throttle rod forward, the airframe responded quickly, a pushing sensation came over him, pressing him gently against his seat.

Compared to the gentle and considerate turboprop aircraft, the jet seemed more capricious and spirited, like a lively bird on the prairie, full of vitality.

The roaring noise grew louder as the MiG-28 created by the simulator rapidly moved away from the apron and steered towards the takeoff and landing runway, the experience almost indistinguishable from reality throughout.

Entering the takeoff phase on the main runway, Chen Fei gradually pushed the throttle rod forward, starting to fuel the engines.

The view outside the cockpit canopy rapidly receded, and the intense pushing sensation came again.

This feeling was marvelous. He muttered softly to himself.

"Let's go!"

When the throttle was halfway, the airframe suddenly sank, followed by a sensation of weightlessness as the MiG-28 jet fighter left the ground.

The biggest advantage of the flight simulator was that it eliminated the need for cumbersome ground support, allowing flight and landing in the best condition of the aircraft anytime and reducing training costs to the minimum.

Even though the cost of the simulator might even exceed that of an active jet fighter, overall, the spread running costs were still far lower than real flight training, and it could also ensure the safety of pilots.

After all, an aircraft is a precise and complex machine; encountering unexpected situations after flight is completely unexpected, and pilots are priceless. Being able to avoid losses through simulated training made the flight simulator, no matter how expensive, worth it.

Gently pulling the control stick, Chen Fei began to gradually adapt to the MiG-28 jet fighter in comparison to the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft, in terms of its surging power and agility.

Normal takeoff was not stressful—the throttle couldn't be pushed as aggressively as in turboprop aircraft. The MiG required a longer runway, at least a hundred meters more than turboprop aircraft.

Having already memorized the technical data for the MiG-28, he faced no obstacles in handling it.

"First a roll... then a barrel roll... a vertical climb... breaking the S... afterburner supersonic... then a cobra maneuver, and it's over!"

The MiG-28 didn't have the excellent post-stall performance of the Su-27; as soon as it tipped its nose up and decelerated, the engines stalled, and the aircraft directly fell into a stall.

Air start?

How do you expect to start an engine mid-air in a single-engine jet?

Even with twin engines, only one could attempt to be restarted, and if both engines were off, it was still hopeless.

Jet fighter ignition relied on ground power and air supply equipment; they could not start by themselves, as the limited space inside was reserved for radar and avionic systems.

The scenery outside the cockpit rapidly approached the ground, with a sudden jolt, plunged into darkness, and then quickly lit up again, re-entering the initial interface.

MiG-28, restart.

In less than an hour, Chen Fei had crashed eight times.

Fortunately, these were all deliberate probes into the differences between jet and turboprop aircraft; with each crash, he gained a lot, just as Instructor Ramaya said, "Crash and crash, and you will learn to fly."

In reality, this certainly couldn't be done since one only has one life, and a single crash would be the end. But in the flight simulator, there were no restrictions; crash a hundred times, ten thousand times, neither man nor simulator would be harmed.

"Alright, everyone, take a half-hour break!"

Instructor Ramaya's voice rang in everyone's ears. At the same time, the simulator cockpit and helmet-affixed SVR lens visuals both paused, returning to the initial interface.

"Ah ah ah, I'm not done playing yet!"

From one of the flight simulators, Tempun Schneider's voice could be heard.

The young man, aspiring to be a military contractor and still youthful, naturally treated the expensive device more like a high-end toy.

"In reality, you couldn't fly for this long. To become a qualified pilot, you need to learn to balance work and rest,"

Instructor Ramaya personally ushered out the students who were engrossed in the flight simulators.

Chen Fei, however, did not need urging and was among the first to exit the simulator.

Looking up and down at the silent and calm Chen Fei, Ramaya said, "Still getting used to the jet? It seems like you've made quite a number of attempts."

He had seen every trainee's simulator status through the monitoring module.

Ashka and Karan leaned towards commercial aviation, operated methodically, strictly following the manual, and individually explored the feel of flying a jet.

The young Tempun was more reckless, taking advantage of the indestructible simulator to wildly mess around, even engaging in AI-based air combat.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The AI combat module was professional, reducing the novice Tempun to nothing, like beating up a little chick, Tempun being completely powerless. In some rounds, he didn't even understand what was happening before being inexplicably shot down.

Chen Fei was different; although he had started learning abruptly, the people teaching him were not amateurs.

His teacher, "Devil Pepper" Irinei Rusios might not know how to fly a MiG jet, but she taught all the tactical maneuvers to Chen Fei without missing a single detail, the only thing missing was practice.

Nowadays, those who can go to college not only have an IQ above average but also have extraordinary learning capabilities.

In just an hour of focused tactical maneuver practice, Chen Fei's gains far outstripped those of others in ten hours.

Chen Fei didn't have any intention of showing off and said shyly, "Someone taught me; I want to try it."

"Well, be bold, just go ahead and try!"

Instructor Ramaya nodded, then reached out and patted Chen Fei on the shoulder.

Being an old buddy of Old David, this young man deserved more of his attention.

A wave of frivolous laughter came, and Chen Fei and others looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a man and a woman, arm in arm, arriving at the flight simulation training room.

"Steven?"

Chen Fei recognized the man; he was the profligate son who had bothered Teacher Shen Fei before.

His full name seemed to be something like Steven Lockheed, acting all high and mighty, but he was actually just an empty sack,

who had been pinned down by the "Big Mouth Monster" from behind and had run away cowardly after a few shots, a very lousy guy.

"Annie?"

Instructor Ramaya's gaze, however, fell on the blonde beauty hooked up with Steven Lockheed, his brow furrowed, and he immediately shouted, "Instructor Annie!"

"Ah!"

The young blonde woman, hugging and cuddling with Steven Lockheed, froze at the sound, quickly stood still, her blushing cheeks quickly fading, and awkwardly said, "Instructor Ramaya!"

Ramaya von Kennedy was the chief instructor, and all the flight instructors at Eagle Nest private airport were under his supervision, including her, Annie Truman.

Instructor Ramaya scolded on the spot without any mercy, "Where is your instructor's demeanor? As a flight instructor, you should remember your duty, not flirt with the students."

Steven, holding the female instructor, said very dissatisfied, "Wait, wait, who are you?"

"Stop, please stop talking, Steven!"

Annie was in a rush, quickly breaking free from Steven's embrace. Making some extra money wasn't easy for her, and she didn't want to lose this relatively well-paid job just like that.

Steven said confusedly, "Who is he?"

Annie's old flame?

Annie Truman lowered her voice and quietly reminded, "He's the airport's chief instructor, a retired ace, Ramaya von Kennedy. Don't mess with him."

The chief instructor's position in Jianghu was apparent, and with Old David backing him, who would dare to disobey? He could dismiss you in a minute!

"Instructor Ramaya, should I smack him?"

Chen Fei looked at the guy across with ill intent.

He had a hunch that the dark hand behind Randy's tampering during the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" maintenance qualification assessment was Lufus Martin, and was indeed this fellow across from him.

There is no love or hate without reason in the world.

Because of Teacher Shen Fei, competing with him and secretly tripping him up was just typical behavior.

As for the name "Lufus Martin," since no such person could be found at the airport, it undoubtedly must be a pseudonym, and according to Randy's description, Lufus Martin's features perfectly matched this Steven.

Thus, all the clues could be connected.

"It won't affect you, will it?"

Instructor Ramaya was well aware that the relations who could attend the training were often either rich or noble, none with a simple background.

"Haha, once a stranger, twice familiar!"

Chen Fei clenched his fist and walked up, seeing that meeting was fate, wanting to let the other party personally experience his heartfelt punches.

That's how college students justify hitting someone.

"Chen Fei, what are you doing here?"

Seeing someone approaching with a sinister smile, Steven panicked for no reason, what did this guy mean?

No special meaning, just felt like giving a lesson.

"Good morning, Mr. Lufus Martin!"

As soon as the words were out, Chen Fei punched the unsuspecting Steven in the stomach.

He didn't need evidence.

"Ow..."

Steven's cry of pain had just started when it was muffled back by a second punch, bending him completely over, resembling a twitchingly collapsing prawn.

"You, who are you? Steven is the eldest son of the Lockheed family, Lockheed is a shareholder of Boeing Aerospace, do you know what you're doing?"

The young and pretty blonde female instructor, Annie Truman, was frightened by the two violent punches, her pale faced.

"So what? He's just a Boeing shareholder's kid, I've thrashed the Crown Prince of National Defense Star just as well before."

Beating Little Shanzi to call him daddy was definitely out of the line, otherwise where would his own real dad stand, Chen Fei threw his punches without any psychological pressure.

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