Changkong Fighter

Chapter 313 Preaching and Learning
Liu Jun suddenly realized that even with his extraordinary physique and mental strength, he had developed some psychological problems after a long period of fighting.

This is unavoidable; facing life and death for a long time will more or less change a person.

I took out my phone and looked through the domestic propaganda. Apart from announcing the achievements of some pilots and obituaries for some pilots who unfortunately sacrificed their lives, the rest were all reports about the front lines.

Tell the people that the People's Navy and Air Force have firmly held the enemy back in the Western Pacific, while the People's Army is protecting the security of the homeland.

Judging from the online narrative, the situation in China and abroad is indeed quite different. The entire Pacific Rim region is being attacked and threatened by extraterrestrial civilizations. For those countries without sufficient military strength, even self-preservation has become a luxury after the world order has been disrupted by extraterrestrial civilizations.

What Liu Jun found even more incomprehensible was that when a major power, even the United States, is one of the pillars of a stable world, then when 2.5 pillars are too busy to attend to the world order, those smaller countries first break out into civil wars and then begin killing each other.

There have even been cases of genocide and massacres, which Liu Jun finds somewhat unbelievable. However, they are foreign countries, and Liu Jun has neither the mood nor the energy to care. He guesses that Dongda, Xida, and Russia are also too busy to care right now.

"Ok?"

Liu Jun suddenly saw a very strange news report: the border patrols at the University of Tokyo have been intensified, and many foreigners are trying to smuggle themselves into the University of Tokyo. The same is true for the University of the West. With the discovery of Type 3 and Type 3 alien civilizations in Mexico and South America, Mexicans have begun to flock to the US border in a frenzy, hoping to enter the paradise of freedom and democracy through Texas and enjoy the "sense of security".

The University of Tokyo is facing a headache, as they are catching thousands of illegal immigrants every day. They don't even have enough handcuffs and have to use nylon straps instead to drive these illegal immigrants out.

"Oh?"

Another news item caught Liu Jun's attention: the iron fist had already struck certain groups. Sure enough, they were fine with making a fuss normally, but during wartime, they could be sent to the coal mines in no time.

Just then, a notification sounded. Liu Jun looked at his phone and realized that the profile picture of the message was familiar. Looking down, he saw that it was his mother.

Son, when are you coming back to China?

[He's back, but currently on a mission. He'll try to complete the mission and go home to visit his family.]

Okay.

Putting down his collection, Liu Jun felt that his mother was acting a little strange, but he didn't think much of it.

After browsing the web for a while and looking at some recent changes in China, it was soon time for lunch. I ate a meal in the cafeteria and then began my rare day off.

I went to the guesthouse gym to work out for a while, then swam a few laps in the swimming pool before having dinner. After washing up early, I lay in bed, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Without the fighter jet engine, it really felt like something was missing.

I opened a website on my phone and played the J15T engine sound on repeat, feeling the reassuring roar. Sure enough, this was the authentic sound. I then hugged my helmet and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, as soon as it was light, Liu Jun got up early, washed up, changed into his civilian clothes, and went to the guesthouse with his helmet. There he saw the lieutenant who had brought him there the day before waiting for him.

He opened the car door, sat in the passenger seat again, and the car drove out of the guesthouse. Liu Jun opened the window and felt the cool autumn air on his face.

"Lieutenant Colonel, how was your rest?" the second lieutenant asked.

"It's okay, but it just feels a little strange."

The lieutenant smiled. It was precisely because Liu Jun was not used to it that the domestic territory was attacked. The domestic situation was still the same, and it would be difficult to tighten the reins at this time. It was like not being attacked by Pearl Harbor during World War II. Even if you know that alien civilizations are a great threat, you will still feel lucky when they are not actually attacked.

This is similar to how people can't learn something by being taught it, but they can learn it after being taught it only once.

"Hmm, where are we going today?" "The base has organized some pilots who would like you to share your combat experience, but you can refuse, of course."

"It's nothing, I'm free anyway."

Liu Jun was happy to share his air combat experience with his comrades. On the Guam front, although casualties had decreased significantly after adapting to the alien civilization's attack methods, comrades still inevitably sacrificed themselves every now and then.

Furthermore, the alien civilization's fighting methods are different from before, and until the combat system is iterated and upgraded, this is the only option.

The so-called iterative upgrade is to upgrade existing fighter jets by installing laser search radar, EODAS system and laser communication system. Unfortunately, this is the treatment for fifth and sixth generation fighters. The successor models of fourth generation fighters should be able to install it.

"Well."

After driving for a while, a few raindrops fell on the windshield, and a light drizzle began to fall. Liu Jun closed the car window.

Upon entering the base, the lieutenant parked his car in front of a building and saw a senior colonel and a major waiting for him.

The colonel opened the car door, opened the door, and held up an umbrella, which made Liu Jun feel a little uncomfortable.

"Welcome our deep blue eagle to impart knowledge."

"You flatter me."

"Haha, over here."

Led by the colonel, Liu Jun entered the building, with the major following behind him. They arrived at the prepared giant lecture hall, and the colonel pushed open the door and entered.

Upon entering the lecture hall, Liu Jun was immediately taken aback. There were at least 100 pilots sitting in the entire lecture hall, including some pilots of the rank of major.

"Hehe, don't be surprised, after all, this is a special time period."

Liu Jun nodded, understanding the colonel's meaning. The military parade was about to begin, and all the pilots participating in the parade were gathered here. If a ballistic missile were to hit at this moment, wiping out three squadrons at once, the prisoners would probably go crazy instantly.

"Welcome, Comrade Deep Blue Eagle!" the colonel announced loudly.

"Welcome, Comrade Deep Blue Eagle!"

The pilots present all said in unison, and the entire lecture hall vibrated and buzzed.

Liu Jun walked up to the podium and saw four models on it: Type 1, Type 2, Type 3 and J15T. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but the J15T was numbered [189]. There was also a voice recorder next to it.

"Comrades, I am about to tell you what we need to pay attention to when fighting alien spacecraft."

After he finished speaking, all the pilots in the lecture hall took out their notebooks to write down some important information. This was real combat experience, which was far superior to training experience!

After clearing his throat and organizing his thoughts, Liu Jun decided to start with Type 1.

"Comrades, let's start with Type 1. What are their characteristics?"

(End of this chapter)