Chapter 2: Failure in Finding a Master

  Bullets flying everywhere, flesh and blood splattering, realistic 3D projection effects make all trainees feel like they are already on the battlefield. Every bullet that whizzes past makes their whole body tremble involuntarily.

  No one paid attention to the soldier's cries for help, they just raised their guns and fired wildly at the planes flying overhead.

  It was just that none of them shot down a fighter jet, but instead one missile after another fell around them.

  "Boom——"

  With a loud bang, sand and gravel flew everywhere. Amidst the smoke, human limbs merged with flying stones, flying towards the students.

  Finally, someone couldn't bear such a scene, they had never thought that war would be so cruel.

  But this is war!

  "Rep...report!" someone among the students stuttered out.

  "Speak!" Sun Fu responded to him.

  "I... need to use the restroom!"

  "Shut up!"

  "Choked...can't breathe..." The person's voice trembled even more violently, and even their breathing became somewhat labored.

  "If I agree with you, it also means that you are eliminated at the same time, understand?"

  "The...” The trainee's words were cut off halfway, and the slight commotion subsided again. The entire hall continued to be filled with the roar of fighter jets mixed with the rumble of explosions, as well as the wailing and screaming that never seemed to stop.

  No one knew how long this would last, but unlike others who were frightened, Sun Qifan seemed very calm, and simply sat on the ground in the darkness, rubbing his foot which had been stepped on by Jiang Yurou.

  Suddenly someone accidentally bumped into him and directly rushed into his arms, he could feel that the person's whole body was trembling constantly.

  He subconsciously wanted to push that person away from himself. In the darkness, he naturally raised his hand and placed it on the other person's chest.

  Then came a loud "slap!" sound, and a crisp slap echoed through the dark hall.

  "Hooligan!"

  Jiang Yurou's voice drowned out all other sounds, and her words instantly stopped the projection. As the lights in the hall came on, everyone stared at Sun Qifan on the ground in shock.

  Under the strong light, the five fingerprints on Sun Qifan's left cheek were particularly eye-catching.

  What made everyone even more astonished was that Sun Qifan's hand was now placed on Jiang Yurou's chest, and it had even formed a grasping shape.

  After coming back to his senses, Sun Qifan shouted somewhat belatedly: "What's wrong with you, jumping into someone else's arms? Are you not satisfied that your own weight can't crush me to death?"

  As soon as this was said, everyone immediately cast their eyes on Jiang Yurou.

  "How could I have forgotten?! What a joke! This old man isn't blind!" Jiang Yurou hastily stood up, brushed aside her bangs and adjusted her clothes.

  Sun Qifan wanted to say something else, but was immediately interrupted by Sun Fu.

  "That's enough!"

  Second Uncle was staring at him coldly, Sun Qifan quickly stood up and glared at Jiang Yurou.

  Taking a deep breath, Sun Bao shifted his gaze from Sun Qifan's body and swept it across the twenty-five students in front of him.

  The air in the hall became quiet, so quiet that it was suffocating. When Sun Fan's eyes, which were full of cold light, looked at him, the students' hearts couldn't help but tremble, and they all felt that something bad was going to happen.

  Finally, Sun Buran stopped his gaze on the trainee who had just made a report and pointed at him with his hand, saying: "You can go."

  The student smiled awkwardly, "Report... I... don't need to go to the bathroom anymore."

  "I'm saying, you're eliminated!"

  Everyone was shocked to look at the first eliminated student, but in the blink of an eye, everyone couldn't help but burst out laughing, unanimously looking down at that puddle of water on the ground.

  Sun Bao cleared his throat, and everyone immediately stopped laughing, quickly turning back around, but still couldn't help sneaking in a few snickers.

  The trainee finally knew why he was eliminated, but he didn't expect the reason to be so low-level, so low-level that it's unbelievable.

  "I want to know the real reason I was eliminated!" The trainee suddenly questioned, his originally somewhat shy face now becoming extremely determined.

  Zhuo Yi heard this and smiled softly.

  "In 1991, the Gulf War broke out. In this war, the US military was the first to use modern warfare in actual combat, relying on its overall technological superiority, with air force decapitation strikes as the basis, lightning-fast strikes against enemy command centers, power facilities and other key points, making the enemy blind from the start of the war."

  "Unlike traditional wars of the past, modern warfare is a war of visual range, and it's no longer an era of close combat. In 2003, the US military launched a surprise attack on Iraq, using satellite positioning and stealth fighter jets to completely gain air superiority, leaving Iraq with no chance to fight back."

  "Thus, air superiority in modern warfare has become a highly concerned issue for all national armies, and various countries have devoted themselves to researching stealth capabilities, thereby achieving over-the-horizon combat advantages."

  After finishing, Zhuo Yi couldn't help but glance at the trainee with a scornful look. "It's just a simulated battlefield now, and you're already scared out of your wits. If you were to go onto a real battlefield, there's no doubt you'd be a disgrace to the Chinese military!"

  The words fell, and the eliminated students became as spiritless as a deflated balloon.

  Just as the trainee was about to leave, Sun Qifan's words made him stop in his tracks. "Flying Shark... doesn't seem like a stealthy air superiority fighter, does it? So when facing off against fierce birds or F35s, wouldn't that make it a live target?"

  Having said that, Sun Qifan saw Zhuo Yi wanting to say something, but before Zhuo Yi could speak, he continued: "If so, we don't have any advantage at all, and yet we're still being sent to our deaths. Do you think...we are fools?"

  When asked by Sun Qifan like this, Zhuo Yi immediately became somewhat indignant.

  But she didn't get angry, instead, after a moment of silence, she smiled calmly and walked up to Sun Qifan, pointing at his chest with her finger and said coldly: "Comrade Lieutenant, what you said is correct. So, from now on, I'll teach you how to avoid the flying leg missiles that are chasing your ass!"

  Saying that, Zhuo Yi smiled again, took a step back and pointed at the base gate, "Of course, if you think you're a pig head, even if I taught you, you'd still be a living target who only knows how to get yourself killed. In that case, quickly...get out of here! Scram!"

  Suddenly furious roar, scared Sun Qifan's heart was trembling involuntarily.

  Jiang Yuruo did not expect that Zhuo Yi would be such a tough woman, but this also made her more interested in this woman, China's first female carrier-based aircraft pilot.

  Everyone was watching Sun Qifan's reaction, after all, Zhuo Yi's words already contained the most direct insult to Sun Qifan.

  The hall fell silent again, and Sun Fan also waited for Sun Qifan's reaction.

  Sun Qifan slowly raised his hand, his eyes fixed on Zhuo Yi. When his hand landed on Zhuo Yi's wrist, everyone thought Sun Qifan might overestimate himself and have a big fight with Zhuo Yi.

  "Zhuo Jie, how could I possibly bear to leave you?", Sun Qifan suddenly had a flattering expression, which immediately made Jiang Yurou cry and laugh at the same time.

  Zhuo Yi's reaction to Sun Qifan was also somewhat caught off guard, and she couldn't help but look at Sun Fan.

  Sun Fan was also annoyed by his own nephew and quickly raised his hand to gently rub his temples.

  "Zhuo Jie, didn't you just promise me that from now on, you would be my master?!"

  Zhuo Yi heard this and was stunned for a moment.

  "When did I say I want to be your master?!"

  "Everyone here can hear clearly what you said, that you want to teach me, so I won't be a live target."

  Zhuo Yi didn't expect that she originally wanted to borrow Sun Qifan to establish some prestige, but instead was caught by Sun Qifan and taken advantage of.

  If she didn't agree with Sun Qifan, Zhuo Yi knew that she would be insincere. But if she agreed with Sun Qifan, it would undoubtedly mean announcing that Sun Qifan had successfully obtained one of the last six places.

  It didn't go as planned, and Zhuo Yi found it difficult to respond, so she had to swallow her words and said in a soft voice: "I didn't say that, I meant... I can help Instructor Sun teach you."

  "Really? Are you going to teach me?"

  "Not... I mean... I..." Zhuo Yi found herself completely trapped by Sun Qi Fan, her logic becoming somewhat disordered.

  Sun Qifan took advantage of the situation and quickly pulled his sleeves, put his feet together, puffed out his chest, raised his head, raised his hand and gave Zhuo Yi a military salute, shouting loudly: "Master!"

  Zhuo Yi heard this "Shifu", suddenly didn't react and stood still, stunned for half a day without recovering.

  "Why don't you just take him as your apprentice?" Sun Feng's words shocked all the students.

  The eliminated trainee burst out laughing at this time, carrying his luggage and walking quickly towards the outside of the base with a mad laugh.

  Such a strong contrast was an unexpected result that no other students had anticipated. In the midst of crazy laughter, everyone could see the dejection and resentment under that one silhouette.

  Until the first eliminated student disappeared from everyone's sight, all eyes turned to Zhuo Yi. They were waiting for Zhuo Yi's decision, and Zhuo Yi also knew that her own decision would completely break the previous plan.

  She took a glance at Sun Fu, but he seemed completely indifferent.

  Zhuo Yi smiled slightly, turned her head and stared at Sun Qifan, saying: "You will never be able to become my apprentice, and I firmly believe that you will be the next student I personally send away!"

  Sun Qifan didn't expect the answer he got to be like this, but he didn't show much disappointment, just shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips, saying: "Then... I can only disappoint you."

  As soon as Sun Qifan's voice fell, Zhuo Yi's hands were already clenched into fists. She turned her head to look at Sun Fan, and she couldn't help but want to rush up to him and give him a combination of punches that would leave him searching for his teeth on the ground. But she endured it and said: "I still have other things to do, I'll leave first." Then she left the training hall without looking back.

  Watching Zhuo Yi leave, Sun Fan's eyebrows furrowed. Meanwhile, Sun Qifan, seeing his uncle trying to hide his pain, felt a thrill of excitement in his heart, "Humiliate me? Then I'll make the entire training plan go haywire!"