Split Sky Rider

House seemingly endless rain.

The "vision" on the front foot has not yet been understood, and if a pica appears on the back foot, it will be fatal.

However, the test results still made Chen Fei relieved. No one wanted to have a pile of steel in his stomach.

Hallucinations were stronger than pica, but he no longer dared to eat randomly. He was not an iron-eater, so he should just eat bread honestly!

After returning to Hangar No. 1 and focusing on Technical Instruction E again, Chen Fei quickly forgot about accidentally eating a No. 22 spline puller. After all, learning was the priority at the moment. The most important thing is that once you decide to work part-time in the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron, you will inevitably take up your time in the maintenance team.

The afternoon flew by.

After having dinner with a piece of bread as usual, Chen Fei returned to the dormitory, took a shower, and took the clingy little bird Chiu to the interview location of the "True Fragrance" combat flight squadron.

In Hangar No. 1, the area where the pilots are waiting is not the territory of the combat squadron. The "Zhenxiang" squadron has its own territory. A three-story building next to the two hangars is also the dormitory area for the pilots.

The various ground service departments are separated from the pilot's dormitory area, and the pilot's dormitory is adjacent to the hangar.

In a tactical sense, pilots can rush to the hangar as soon as possible, board the aircraft, and avoid being attacked by foreign enemies. If the hangar is razed to the ground, it doesn't matter whether the pilots are still alive. The meaning of this is that the opportunity lies with the people, and if the opportunity is destroyed, the people will die. This is pretty much the truth.

Seeing the sign "Really Fragrant" hanging at the door, Chen Fei was about to walk inside, but he was accidentally bumped by someone and almost lost his balance.

"Hey! Watch it, kid!"

A guy with scorched skin squeezed Chen Fei away, raised his nose and raised his eyes at him, entered the three-story building first, and disappeared from Chen Fei's sight while swaying his butt in a triumphant manner.

The air was filled with a strong smell of curry and a bit of a stinky smell.

Damn, heresy!

The frightened bird flew around Chen Fei twice and then landed on his shoulder again, chirping non-stop, as if to protest against the other party's rudeness.

Chen Fei shook his head and then stepped into the small building.

When he arrived at the small conference room at the interview site, the squadron leader Major Chekov Leonidovich Ivanov, who was responsible for the internal pilot recruitment plan of the air service base, the personnel director Takar and several pilots had already Inside, I sat behind a row of long conference tables, with two chairs not far away opposite.

The guy who had just fought against Chen Fei, with brown skin and a smell of khali, was sitting on one of the chairs. At this moment, he was flirting with the personnel director Thakar. There was obviously something fishy between the two.

He originally had no good impression of the indifferent HR director, but now he had even less favorable impression. He couldn't help but secretly mutter that Thakar's compatriots were indeed as ubiquitous as cockroaches.

Without family planning, both the poor and the rich could live happily. Although the population continued to expand, due to limitations in living resources and sanitary conditions, coupled with the ability to commit suicide in various ways, the population balance line was quickly reached. There are many lives, and there are many deaths. At about 1.5 billion, we can no longer go up. We can only look at the entire population and start exporting 2 billion to the world. There is nothing we can do except grit our teeth.

Chen Fei's eyes fell on Chekov who was sitting in the middle, which made him a little surprised. Just one night later, the other person was actually bruised and swollen. Even though his face was serious and serious, he still couldn't hide his look of embarrassment.

Chen Fei murmured in his heart, could it be that he was drunk last night and accidentally beat up this big bear?

Realizing that Chen Fei was looking at him up and down with doubtful eyes, Major Chekov, the squadron leader of the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron, coughed angrily, and then said dissatisfied: "Well! That so-and-so, I'm optimistic about you. Don’t bring any wild birds in, throw them away quickly.”

As long as you are a pilot, there is no one who is not afraid of birds, especially when you are in the sky. Once you see them, they will stay away and avoid them. You can't afford to offend them!

"This is my partner!"

Chen Fei refused without hesitation. Others could care less, but he couldn't.

"Oh, idiot!"

The man who seemed to have come for the pilot interview looked at Chen Fei with disdain, showing off a sense of superiority that he didn't know where he came from.

"Well, uh, Chen, what is Chen? Did you hear what Squadron Leader Chekov said?"

Personnel Director Takar said something in a pretentious manner.

But he didn't dare to look at Chen Fei. He must have been so impressed by the plate of kary fried rice that night that he still has a fresh memory to this day.

Chekov had no intention of continuing to be serious. He patted the table and said directly: "Since everyone has arrived, let's get started!"

There were only two people participating in the pilot interview, Chen Fei and the rude guy.

After all, the aircrew base's internal recruitment plan was a serious matter. Whether it was the person who met Takar, the personnel director, or Chen Fei, who came to the small conference room on the back foot, they immediately straightened their backs in their chairs and maintained an upright posture.

Chekov said seriously: "Well, I won't ask you one by one. Is there any problem with the competition for the position?"

Maybe it was the injury on his face, but he couldn't help but take a breath of air after he finished speaking.

Damn, I was beaten hard!

"No!"

"Chirp!"

Chen Fei looked embarrassed.

What kind of pilot is this silly bird competing for? Can you pull the joystick or launch missiles?

Under the gaze of Chekov and others with black lines on their heads, he quickly caught the bird in the palm of his hand and gently scratched its chin to prevent the little bird from speaking casually.

The little bird showed the same expression as the cat, with its eyes half-closed, as if enjoying it.

What a stupid bird!

The guy sitting next to him made a mouth gesture to Chen Fei.

"Fool!"

Such people are always so self-righteous, Chen Fei simply chose to ignore them.

Chekov also chose to ignore it and continued to say calmly: "The first question is, do you have any relevant industry experience, such as flying an airplane, controlling a drone, even toys and computer games, it's all fine."

Everyone knows that there is a competitive relationship between the fellow in charge of personnel and Chen Fei from the maintenance team, but in the end who will become the pilot of the "Zhenxiang" combat flying squadron. This decision is completely made by Squadron Leader Chekov alone, and Others only serve as witnesses and have no power to intervene.

"My name is Sanjani. I have been an aviation fan since I was a child. My family has collected all aircraft models in the past two hundred years, including light-wing ships and air falcon models in the sky world. I am also a high-level player in air combat games. I usually like to use I take photos with a remote control drone, I have taken some flying lessons, I have an international RPL junior pilot license and 30 hours of flying experience.”

After Takar, the HR manager, finished speaking, he turned his head and smiled proudly at Chen Fei.

This guy really came prepared.

Personnel Director Thakar pretended to hide his thoughts and said: "Xiao Chen, what about you?"

"I only have a C2 driver's license. I just finished reading the technical manual ABCDE of the A-39B 'Big Mouth Monster' light turboprop attack aircraft. There are five books in total. I have no flying experience, no flying toys, and have never played flying games. Others are related to flying. It matters... I only have it, Xiaojiu!"

Chen Fei held the bird in his hands and gestured. He always felt that he came to the interview not to drive ducks to the shelf, but to drive ducks to the barbecue grill. It was too difficult to be a human being.

Bird chirped knowingly, tilting his head to look at the teasers across from him.

"Chirp!"

Birds are natural flight experts, undoubtedly the number one, and even humans have to learn from them.

…

"Poof!~~"

"Hahaha!"

Several pilots present could no longer hold back and burst out laughing.

Thakar, the human resources director, didn't want to laugh too blatantly in front of everyone. His expression was slightly distorted, and it was obvious that he was having a hard time enduring it.

Chekov rubbed his head helplessly.

"Boy, are you serious? Hahahaha..."

The competitor on the side, Sanjani couldn't hold it back any longer and burst into laughter, feeling that he had won another move, and he couldn't win with force!

Chekov suddenly said: "No! You have twenty minutes of actual combat flying experience, and your record is as good as a gold dragon."

His words made Sanjani, the laughing competitor, feel like a cock being choked, and his laughter stopped abruptly.

Bang!

"Shit!"

Personnel Director Thakar finally remembered that there was such a thing, and slammed the table angrily.

Shenma aviation fans, game masters, RPL junior pilot licenses and 30 hours of flying experience are not worth the 20 minutes facing the gold-type dragon, let alone the actual shooting record. The two are almost amateur players and professional players. difference.

The next second, the personnel manager quickly noticed that Chekov and several pilots stopped laughing and looked over with unkind expressions.

Damn it, this is the territory of the "Zhenxiang" squadron. Who dares to slap the table here? What do you mean? !

"What are you looking at?"

Good guy! As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he quickly covered his troublesome mouth.

The rule of survival in Takar's hometown: cowardice is the way to go.

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