On the other side, the flying field of the Greycastle Aerial Knight Academy was also a busy scene. novel .
All the trainers were towed out of the hangar and lined up at the end of the runway. Thirty or so formal trainees held their breaths and listened to the words of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess. And further afield, those trainees who failed the assessment or were newly recruited sat around the runway, waiting to watch a new round of flights.
"Starting today, your training will enter a whole new stage!" Tilly stood in front of a group of people far taller than her, raised her head and said, "Recall what you have learned over the past month or so, Then tell me loudly! Pat, start with you!"
"Pusheng, Your Highness!" The student who was called back excitedly replied.
"Next."
"Circling!"
"Shadow!"
"Um?"
"No..." The respondent quickly changed his way, "I mean... anti-dizziness training, Your Highness!"
"Strange..." Finkin whispered, "His Royal Highness Tilly's temper seems to be much better than before?"
"Is there?" Heinz also lowered his voice. "Let's not say that as long as you make a mistake, the punishment is absolutely inevitable. You just finished cleaning the toilet for a month, and you forgot it now?"
"That's not what I said," Finkin looked at Goode. "What do you think?"
Goode nodded slightly, "I feel the same way." Before, he always felt that Her Royal Highness, the eldest princess, seemed to be in an inexplicable anxiety and urgency, probably related to the poor performance of the Aerial Knight students. After the expansion of the recruiting team, only about 30 people stood here who passed the assessment.
If only the pass rate was low, it would be fine. There were planes sent one after another from outside, but so far there are only six available in the hangar, and the others were damaged during the test flight. According to the instructor Ying Mian, the price of a plane is more expensive than that of a sea ship, and there are thousands of golden dragons. I am afraid that no one will be in a good mood...
However, the situation seems to have changed recently. His Highness's teachings are still strict, but there is less of that breathless heaviness between his brows.
The planes they dropped recently... obviously haven't decreased
"Finkin, it's your turn." Someone nearby reminded.
Finkin hurriedly stood up straight, "Discipline! Your Highness, I have learned discipline!"
"There are still responsibilities!" Heinz continued to shout.
There was a slight roar of laughter from the crowd.
"Tsk, I've suggested it a long time ago. We should put these guys into the barracks for a month or two of education."
"That's how civilians come from, be patient."
Apparently these words came from the students selected by the army. One month after they were sentenced to clean the toilet, their deeds have become typical for the entire academy. However, the students from the same civilian background will only make fun of them at most. They scoffed at their behavior and wanted to escort them to the North Slope Mine immediately. Only the First Army.
Tilly didn't say much, "Next."
Goode put aside his distracting thoughts and said sternly, "Love."
There was another chatter in the queue.
"Does this count as something learned?"
"I'm afraid I can't think of another word..."
He originally thought that Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess would express dissatisfaction or ask further questions, but the other party's gaze only stayed for a moment before moving to the next student.
After everyone answered, Tilly nodded, "You haven't been flying for a long time, but you have learned a lot! Now integrate them and use them in the next training, whether it's skills. On, or on will!"
"As ordered, Your Highness!" Everyone stood up and said.
"You will be divided into two groups, with three teams on each side, for a simulated confrontation! The rules are very simple, as long as you put the opponent in the crosshair for ten seconds without being thrown off, it will be a successful shot down. In the past, you only practiced on the ground. Fixed target shooting, and this time, you will experience what a real aerial duel looks like!"
Everyone was immediately excited.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!" A student raised his hand impatiently.
"Say."
"There's no bullet in the gun... is there?"
"Fool," Finkin whispered mockingly.
"Of course not," Tilly shook her head, "to be precise, not even a gun... What's mounted on the nose and fuselage is just a model. You don't have to worry about pulling the trigger when you're nervous, you'll really shoot down your teammates. .
Everyone laughed.
"Besides, shooting in flight is far more complicated than simulating on the ground. You don't necessarily have to hit the crosshair if you put it on the crosshair, so even if there are bullets, you're probably going to shoot nine out of ten." She shrugged, "Is there any problem? ?"
Sure enough, His Highness has undergone some changes, and Goode thought to himself that if it was the previous eldest princess, it is unlikely that she would show such a relaxed expression.
"I-I-I" Finkin raised his hand. After getting permission, he glanced at the cadets of the First Army, "Your Highness, since it is a confrontation, how will the winner be determined? Even if I bite the opponent down at all, it doesn't mean the opponent is willing to admit defeat."
Although the formal students have never been exposed to air combat, they have taught the basic concept in the class. If the air knight wants to defeat the enemy, he should aim the nose of the aircraft as much as possible. This process is called "biting". Of course, the rear seat also has a machine gun position, but the shooting angle is limited, and it is more used to assist and suppress the enemy's pursuit.
"It's up to me to judge." Tilly took the hands of the two women beside her. "They are the guests I specially invited. I will see every action of yours. Don't try to get away with it."
"...It's Lord Sylvie."
"Another man who seems to be Sleeping Charm..." Goode heard the whispers of the First Army cadet behind him.
"And the apprentice square over there is not simply sitting." The eldest princess continued, "Do you see the two-color flag in their hands? Looking down from the air, their formation is exactly six numbers, etc. After you take off, the green flag means normal, and the red flag means you were shot down. After noticing that your number turns red, you have to exit the engagement area and return to the airport. Got it?"
"clear!"
"Very well, I'm going to team up now."
Surprisingly, the teams were not made up in order, but had a special list. In the end, Goode and Finkin were assigned to the same team, numbered two.
"This is the first batch of candidates for boarding training. It is up to you to decide who will drive and who will shoot. After fifteen minutes, teams one to three will take off first and cannot stay over the airport. The last three teams will take off five minutes later and then train. Official start!" Tilly clapped her hands, "Show me everything you've learned!"
Goode clenched his fists involuntarily.
He felt a thump in his chest.
"Did you notice?" Finkin leaned over.
"Ah." Goode replied. The first and second groups were not randomly selected. The first three teams were all civilian students, while the last three were from the First Army.
Her Royal Highness the eldest princess wanted to see which side came out stronger!
"Oh, it's exactly what I want," Finkin rubbed his nose, "I have endured their ridicule for a long time. I will admit it if I make a mistake, but since it is an Aerial Knight, I have to go to the sky to score in the end!"
Goode didn't care who won or lost, he just wished that each flight would last longer so that he could linger in that joy a little longer. He looked down at his hands, which were shaking slightly, as if responding to his own voice. The thought of being able to hold the joystick tightly made him feel heat rushing through his body.
"I'll fly the plane, just shoot well." Finkin patted him on the shoulder.
"You know it's impossible." Goode said without hesitation.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and finally Finkin said helplessly, "Okay, the old rules."
There is a simple and effective adjudication method popular in Neverwinter City. The specific source is no longer available. Some people say that it is commonly used within the Witch Union, and some people say that it comes from His Majesty, but no matter what, it is indeed very effective.
"rock-paper-scissors!"
"I won." Good put away his slap.
Finkin stared at his fist for a long time before muttering with deep resentment, "It's only once, anyway, there will be many more trainings like this in the future."
The two came to the parking lot of the biplane and boarded the plane in sequence.
"You guys... Come on!" Heinz winked at the runway and said that he was not in the first batch of confrontations, so he consciously acted as an inspiration, and the significance of the eyes was self-evident.
"Hmph, we didn't practice in vain either." Finkin pulled down his goggles and gestured to the ground crew with a thumbs up.
The ladder was quickly withdrawn, and as the joystick turned rapidly, the propeller on the nose made two pops and slowly rotated.
When the piston started and the throttle was turned on, Goode felt that the mechanical creation under him seemed to have life.
"The runway is clear, you can take off!" The ground crew saluted.
He raised his arm vigorously and returned a standard military salute, "Number two, dispatch!"
The biplane slid into the runway under his control, and then accelerated until the sea breeze burst into the blue sky.