Zhao Qingyu then began looking for a way to become a pilot.
He went straight to the captain and asked him to write a letter of recommendation.
"No, you're doing perfectly well as a Sonar Operator. Why do you want to become a pilot?"
"Because I realized that only a pilot has a chance to decide the outcome of an entire battle alone!"
"Isn't that possibility a little too slim?" the captain asked, puzzled.
"At least it's possible. Other positions have no such possibility at all! Even a Commander has to rely on his subordinates to carry out orders. Only a pilot, if he's badass enough, can bomb four ships with a single plane!" Zhao Qingyu shouted himself hoarse.
On a ship, you had to speak loudly to seem spirited.
"Good. Very spirited. Approved!" The captain was moved.
Because he knew very well that the casualty rate among pilots was far higher than among Sonar Operators.
Especially under the current circumstances, where they were at a disadvantage.
For pilots, taking off basically meant a one-way trip.
On a destroyer, however, the casualty rate really was not that high.
If things got desperate, they could still abandon ship and escape.
And so, Zhao Qingyu received another letter of recommendation and went to Naval Aviation School.
Switching directly from a Sonar Operator to a naval aviator was quite a leap.
Yet he soon passed the entrance test.
His eyesight, physical strength, and agility all far surpassed the qualifying standards. He ranked among the very best.
"You'll definitely become a top-tier pilot!" the admissions instructor said excitedly.
At the school.
Inside a classroom.
A dozen or so new recruits faced seven or eight senior students.
"My name is Watermelon. I'm a Lieutenant, and here, we're your friendly big brothers!"
"If there's anything you