After completing Overload Training, Jiang Yan Hai took a moment to recover, then headed straight to the cafeteria.
There was no training today. Tomorrow, he could begin flight training directly, using a trainer aircraft. There were two trainer jets here: the JL-10 advanced trainer, the Falcon.
At present, it was the most advanced high-level trainer aircraft in the country. Ordinary trainees could carry out combat missions immediately after completing their training on it; at the very least, routine combat-readiness patrols and duty missions would pose no problem.
In fact, some of its capabilities were even more advanced than the domestic J10 currently in service. Its maneuverability, engine, and other systems had all been designed for enhanced performance. Of course, it could also carry out combat missions in practice.
It was simply unable to carry as much ammunition and other ordnance.
On his first night in the dormitory, Jiang Yan Hai continued his flight training in his dreams. Illusory simulated combat was the best place to train, and although he died horribly, there was no way he could find such excellent training opportunities in reality.
The only thing troubling Jiang Yan Hai now was that Phantom was too advanced—so advanced that flying a J10 after flying Phantom felt like trading a sports car for a QQ.
There were gaps in every aspect of handling, with the biggest difference naturally being the engine.
Still, he could perform all kinds of outrageous maneuvers in Phantom. He could not fool around with those maneuvers in a J10, or he would end up like that person in Argentina who had dared to pull a Cobra maneuver at Mach 1.
Fortunately, Jiang Yan Hai's mind remained extremely calm under any circumstances.
Lying in bed, Jiang Yan Hai did not know why, but he could not fall