Jiang Yan Hai waited until Number 3 had completed all the procedures before nodding and speaking.
"Not bad. You're just lacking training. Remember, don't chase speed at the beginning, because once you go too fast, any problem can turn disastrous. The consequences won't just fall on you—they'll also affect your comrades in the tanker above."
"You can still bail out by parachute, but the comrades in the tanker above have no way to escape. Understand?"
"Understood!" The three replied in unison, though they could not help complaining inwardly. You say that, but why can you do it so fast? The gap between us isn't small at all.
"Also remember: during aerial refueling, make sure every procedure is correct. Even if you have to go slower and check everything again, do not make mistakes," Jiang Yan Hai added.
This was different from anything else. If an error occurred, it would truly mean a destroyed aircraft and dead pilots—and it would drag the tanker down with them.
Number 3 and the others still had plenty of fuel. They were only practicing the refueling procedure. Once Number 3 had finished, he quickly disengaged from the tanker and flew aside, allowing Number 4 to move in.
The three fighters completed two consecutive cycles of refueling and receiving training before Jiang Yan Hai's fuel was finally replenished.
"Milk Cow, thanks. Have a safe trip," Jiang Yan Hai said first to the tanker crew above.
"Thank you. Good luck with your training."
"Everyone, prepare to enter the battlefield. I'll give you an opportunity. I'll be ahead of you, giving you my six o'clock. Assign your own attack targets. Communications will be cut now. Training begins in three minutes. Understood?" Jiang Yan Hai asked over the comm channel.
"Understood!"
After hearing their replies, Jiang Yan Hai immediately