The next morning, Jiang Yan Hai took a helicopter from the school straight to the airfield.
"Haedongcheong, the station chief wants you in his office." Lu Xiaoran had come to summon Jiang Yan Hai.
"Mm. Do you know what it's about?" Jiang Yan Hai asked doubtfully. It seemed that his assignment here only required him to take his beloved J10S out for a spin.
"I don't know. But... I applied to become an official combat-ready pilot." Lu Xiaoran paused before speaking.
"Oh, did it get approved?" Jiang Yan Hai looked at her.
"It did. Next, I may undergo training in aerial combat." Lu Xiaoran nodded seriously. They had previously been with the August 1st Aerobatic Team, but that did not mean anyone should underestimate them just because they were a demonstration team.
In fact, some of the August 1st Aerobatic Team's routine training was extremely difficult, even more dangerous than combat training between fighter jets.
Sometimes, they needed to fly in ultra-close formation, with only two or three meters separating two fighter jets!
What did a gap of two or three meters mean for fighter jets flying in formation at speeds of hundreds of kilometers per hour? A slight tremble of the hand or even the smallest control error from either pilot could instantly result in both aircraft being destroyed and both pilots killed.
An aerobatic team might sound like it was all about performances, but it was also an indispensable part of a nation's air force.
Nearly every major aviation power in the world had one—the USA and Polar Bear Country to the north both did. Some of their flight training was even more extreme.
For instance, two fighter jets might fly symmetrically back-to-back. The pilots could look up and see their teammates, while the distance between the vertical