"Beep, beep..." The piercing warning alarms kept sounding through the cockpit. Fine beads of sweat appeared on Lu Xiaoran's forehead as she constantly maneuvered her fighter through all kinds of evasive actions. For the first time, she felt a tension and thrill different from flying in a dense formation.
This was the primal force that war brought to humanity.
For the first time, she understood what an Ace Pilot was. The pressure he put on her was immense. Nearly every maneuver he made perfectly caught her at a critical point. At first, she chased after him, but it was as though he knew exactly how she would pursue him. Whenever her radar was about to capture his information, he would make a maneuver and throw off her lock.
At first, she did not think much of it. But once he began locking onto her, Lu Xiaoran finally understood how difficult it was to remain absolutely calm amid the constant warnings of an enemy radar lock, calculating the duration of that lock and so on.
She was usually too flustered to think that much, only wanting to use every maneuver she could to shake off the enemy's pursuit. Yet when he evaded her tracking, Lu Xiaoran felt that he was so calm and orderly, as if this situation could not make him panic at all.
But thinking about it, a training scenario like this probably could not stir any waves in his heart. After all, he was already a quasi-ace pilot with four kills!
A contest between life and death like that was far more terrifying than this, because after a single mistake, what awaited was no longer failure, but death itself!
The two maintained this tacit rhythm and went through three rounds. Each time, Jiang Yan Hai first let her