Chapter 1251: First in performance
This was Zhao Chen's tenth attack.
When he took off his helmet, he deliberately wiped the water in his palm and then wiped it on his face and forehead.
Zhao Chen looked extremely tired, covered in sweat.
According to the flight standards of Covenant Starfighter pilots.
Unless injured, the standard is to deploy at least ten times in a single battle.
More than ten times often means pushing the limits of the human body.
"You have already reached the standard of ten deployments."
"Do you need a rest?" The ground crew member stood on the escalator, looking at Zhao Chen, whose face was covered in sweat, with admiration in his eyes.
Although ten times is the standard.
But in reality, the vast majority of starfighter pilots in actual combat...
It is impossible to reach the standard of ten strikes.
On average, it usually happens only about eight times.
There are very few players like Zhao Chen who can actually participate in ten battles.
"I might need to rest for a while," Zhao Chen said, looking exhausted.
He can't stand out too much.
"OK.
"Please disembark." The ground crew didn't ask any further questions, nor did they examine Zhao Chen's body.
Some starfighter pilots who have not met the required number of sorties need to undergo a physical examination if they apply for rest.
Make sure this starfighter pilot is truly unfit to continue fighting.
Instead of being afraid of battle.
Zhao Chen stepped out of the cockpit.
Then it fell to the ground down the escalator.
His legs trembled, as if he were about to fall to the ground.
The ground staff nearby immediately helped him up.
"Do you need a wheelchair?" the ground staff asked with concern.
Zhao Chen shook his head and declined the offer.
"I just need to rest for a bit." Zhao Chen walked to an area where he wouldn't obstruct other people's work and stood there.
He looked around.
It can be seen that other starfighter pilots also chose to rest, and their condition was obviously not very good.
Some people were gasping for breath, while others vomited.
Even worse, some people vomited inside their helmets before they even had a chance to take them off.
Some people were so exhausted that they had to be helped down and taken directly to the infirmary.
Very few people can truly stand on their own two feet like Zhao Chen.
That's why there are many benefits to being a starfighter pilot.
They deserve it.
Suddenly, someone slapped me on the back.
How are you feeling?
Zhao Chen paused for a moment, then involuntarily took a few steps forward, as if he couldn't stand steadily.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I'm used to it." Lieutenant Zhang helped Zhao Chen up, looking embarrassed.
Zhao Chen looked at Lieutenant Zhang with a wry smile: "Lieutenant Zhang is in really good health."
"Hehehe, just go into battle a few more times and you'll be fine."
You're not bad either.
"He's already flown ten missions in his first real-world interstellar combat mission." Lieutenant Zhang looked at Zhao Chen with admiration.
Although Lieutenant Zhang's face was also somewhat pale, his tone of voice was still heavy and powerful, showing that he was in excellent physical condition.
"Let's go back to the lounge first." Lieutenant Zhang made a move to help Zhao Chen.
Zhao Chen refused: "I can still walk on my own right now."
"Haha, okay then."
The two walked towards the lounge.
The situation in the lounge wasn't good either.
Several people lay down on the sofa, it was unclear whether they were sleeping or resting.
Several people were already receiving intravenous nutrition.
There are very few starfighter pilots who are sitting there in good condition.
"Our team is an elite squad; everyone selected is a daredevil."
If it were any other flight squadron...
I estimate they'll need to take a break after about seven deployments.
"And in battle, they won't fight as hard as we do," Lieutenant Zhang said, glancing at the data module of the squad's operations beside him.
There you can see all the data about this flight squadron.
The most noticeable thing is the grayed-out names.
One-third of them turned gray.
In addition, more than a dozen people had the Red Cross symbol appear on their names.
This means that these pilots are currently receiving treatment in the medical room, possibly due to injuries sustained during the battle.
Lieutenant Zhang looked at the list with a solemn expression, placing his hand on his chest as if performing some kind of ritual.
Zhao Chen also looked solemnly at those names that were unfamiliar to him.
"The mortality rate for our starfighter pilots is very high."
There is such a saying.
"Our average lifespan is thirty combat sorties." Lieutenant Zhang said with a slight smile.
But that smile also seemed somewhat bitter.
"However, we also get promoted the fastest."
Until this battle ends.
I estimate you'll become a lieutenant, or at least a warrant officer.
"We can apply for a vice-captain position for you then." Lieutenant Zhang patted Zhao Chen on the shoulder.
"That's great!" Zhao Chen said with a smile.
For an ordinary space soldier to be promoted from sergeant major to warrant officer, it requires at least one or two combat experiences and one to three years of training.
However, when it comes to starfighter pilots, as long as you survive...
One battle is enough.
"Holy crap."
"Our squad is actually number one in our Third Flight Group!" Lieutenant Zhang looked at a leaderboard next to him.
The record showed the total number of enemies killed by each squad.
Lieutenant Zhang's second squadron annihilated more than 500 enemy sorties in total.
It is far superior to the top team in the same ranking.
"Hahaha, you bunch of kids really made me proud."
After the battle is over, I will go to our battalion commander to ask for the reward.
I'll make sure we take everyone to Star Harbor for a good time sometime.
"Hahaha." Lieutenant Zhang looked excited.
"Lieutenant, I reckon one meal won't be enough."
Take a closer look.
Our team is the second squad of the third brigade.
It's not just that he ranks first in our brigade.
"But it ranks first among the ten squadrons on our mothership!" A starfighter pilot slumped on the sofa next to him blurted out.
Lieutenant Zhang immediately looked over, his eyes widening instantly.
Just as expected!
They are indeed ranked number one on this list as well.
The second is the first elite squadron of the first flight group.
"Holy crap! I'm about to take off on the spot!" Lieutenant Zhang put his hands on his hips, his excited attitude making him wish he could pilot his interstellar fighter out for a few more rounds of combat.
"Our data this time is really quite high."
I don't know where our team will rank in this battle.
"Our squadron will probably get a spot on the flight leaderboard this time thanks to us!" another pilot with an IV drip laughed.
"A reward! A hefty reward!"
This time, I will definitely go and ask for a reward for you.
Everyone will be promoted at least one rank! Lieutenant Zhang seemed to already see the glorious scene of himself being promoted to lieutenant.
Zhao Chen didn't speak, but continued to stare at the grayed-out parts of the list.