Yuan Ye lay in the small room next to Torres' office all night, staring at the ceiling. On the head of his bed, there was a tailor-made officer's uniform and two major epaulettes.

Becoming an officer all of a sudden was too sudden for Yuan Ye, and he had no experience in this area, so he could only explore it bit by bit. As Torres taught him, no one can do everything right from the beginning.

, people are constantly growing in learning and exploration.

Slowly, Yuan Ye took out a yellowed book from under the pillow. Every page of the book seemed to tell the story of the years it had gone through, and he seemed to be older than Torres.

As for the book, there are four words "The Art of War" written neatly. Torres once asked him to read it when he was chatting. It will be good for the future.

When the sky was dimmed, Yuan Ye climbed out of bed. He only slept for more than an hour last night. He slowly put on the dark blue officer uniform over the photon clothes, buttoned up the epaulettes, and Yuan Ye looked at it.

It can be said that the self in the mirror fit the military uniform very well. When he put it on, Yuan Ye suddenly looked much more energetic, but Yuan Ye's eyes were full of seriousness.

There is still a long way to go, this is what Yuan Zhizhong thinks.

Yuan Ye knew that Torres made him the chief instructor of the Second Flying Group in order to improve the combat effectiveness of the Second Flying Group to deal with emergencies. But what was this emergency? Yuan Ye didn't know.

In short, take it one step at a time.

At nine o'clock in the morning, after an hour of morning jogging, Yuan Ye returned to the small room next to Torres' office and sat on the bedside. Yuan Ye crossed his fingers and put them on his knees, with an indifferent look on his face.

It seems like he is in a daze, but also like he is thinking, or adjusting his mentality.

He knew that what he faced next would be a brand new challenge.

An hour later, that is, at ten o'clock in the morning, when Yuan Ye walked out of the small room, Yuan Ye's eyes became calm. There was no trace of any disturbance.

"I'll leave everything to you. When Chang Liang saw Yuan Ye's sunshine, Torres smiled slightly and said slowly.

"It was Yuan Ye who said something and then walked out the door.

Management Area No. 2 is not very close to Torres' office. You need to pass through Management Areas No. 5 and 1 to reach it.

At this moment, Toma was sitting in the office, flushed. Unexpectedly, his long-cherished wish for several months would come true at this moment.

"You know? I just received this news. I was really shocked." Toma looked at Yuan Ye's appointment.

But Buqi seemed a little impatient. Last night, Toma received Chang Liang's appointment letter. At that time, Toma was so excited that he almost screamed, and then he started to chatter endlessly.

It is related to Chang Liang. People who don’t know it think that Chang Liang is the savior.

"I want to see how capable this Chang Liang is," Buqi muttered in his heart, while his ears were still enduring Toma's nagging, and his little eyebrows were almost knitted together.

As for the members of the Second Flying Group, they also received news of Chang Liang's appointment. However, they seemed a little disdainful. The previous chief instructor and deputy captain were simply decorations and had almost no authority in the Second Flying Group.

In their opinion, this Chang Liang was not much better. After all, how could a decent guy like the Second Flying Battalion with its unsightly combat capabilities?

However, Nalin and Xiao Lun didn't think so. In their opinion, if Mr. Chang comes here, then they can really concentrate on being in the Second Flying Group.

Five or six pilots from the Second Flying Group were holding cigarettes in their mouths and sitting awkwardly in the second war room. The entire second war room looked like a garbage dump, with cigarette butts and peels all over the walls.

On it, particle pens were used to draw some obscene patterns, such as a simplified version of a woman's breasts, and military electronic boards of various colors were still everywhere.

"Hey, have any of you seen that guy named Chang Liang? I heard he seemed to be Torres's assistant before." A pilot asked slowly, slowly placing his feet on the oval metal table.

"I've seen him by chance once before. His appearance is unremarkable. He's probably just a lookalike, and he seems to be under twenty years old. Another pilot said.

"What? Less than 20 years old? Isn't that a young boy? I didn't expect that Mr. Torres would send a young boy as the chief instructor. It seems that he is really planning to give up the Second Flying Group. A pilot complained.

Obviously, just from the actions of these pilots, we can clearly see the attitude of the entire Second Flying Group towards the chief instructor and deputy captain who has not yet shown up.

At 10:20, Yuan Ye appeared in Toma's office on time.

Seeing Yuan Ye wearing an officer's uniform, Toma's eyes lit up. She had been worried before, worried that Yuan Ye would relapse in the middle and make a mistake. When Yuan Ye actually appeared, her heart finally relaxed.

Come down※

It stands to reason that as Yuan Ye's commander, Toma should have paid military salutes to Yuan Ye. However, because Yuan Ye had already had an unusual encounter with Toma before, and Yuan Ye himself was not familiar with the army, therefore, Yuan Ye

Ye just nodded to Toma respectfully.

Toma didn't seem to care about these trivial things, and when Yuan Ye was sitting on the sofa, Toma personally made a cup of tea for Yuan Ye. If he didn't know the inside story, it seemed that Yuan Ye had become a

Thomas's chief.

When Buqi on the side saw this scene, she couldn't help but curled her lips with disdain: "Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?" Buqi muttered in a low voice.

Yuan Ye's hearing was not weak. Even Bu Qi's mosquito sounds were clearly heard by him. Slowly, Yuan Ye turned his head and glanced at Bu Qi.

But just this glance made Bu Qi's expression startled. She was basically sure that Yuan Ye heard her words, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. His face turned red, and he was also amazed that the unattractive guy in front of him had such a hearing.

outstanding.

Yuan Ye didn't say anything to Buqi. He once again aimed his gaze at Toma and slowly stretched out his hand: "Give me the list of pilots of the Second Flying Group, as well as their detailed information."

"Oh." Toma responded and handed a military electronic board to Yuan Ye. This should actually belong to the confidential information of the Second Flying Group. However, according to Yuan Ye's current official position, he already has the authority to view it.

As the personnel list of the Second Flying Group was called out, Yuan Ye couldn't help but frown slightly. In the entire Second Flying Group, except for Toma, there were only three B-level pilots, and the others were all C-level pilots.

Moreover, most of these C-level pilots have less than 20 hands. There are only 3 people in total.

Such comprehensive strength is simply appalling. Moreover, the training volume of the Second Flying Group is also the lowest in the entire Plano Free Army. The training of individual pilots is simply three days of fishing and two days of drying the net, and these data all reflect

On the military electronic board.

"Are you usually so lax about pilots' requirements?" After reading the information, Yuan Ye raised his head and said to Toma.

When Toma heard this, her pretty face turned red. To be honest, she had taken care of it before, but because the intensity was not enough, her methods were relatively mild. Over time, these pilots have turned a deaf ear to Toma's words, even every time

If Toma comes forward, some pilots will even express their love for Toma.

"Go, inform the Mao operators of the Second Flying Group to assemble at the playground of the No. 2 Management Area." Yuan Ye stood up slowly with the military electronic board and ordered Toma.

"Oh." Toma responded, and then sent the second-level assembly information to the Second Flying Group through the air combat liaison. The so-called second-level assembly information is non-combat assembly information, in other words, it is ordinary assembly information.

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Buqi, who had been standing quietly aside, saw that Toma was obeying Yuan Ye's orders like an adjutant. His face had turned livid. In her opinion, no matter what, Toma was Yuan Ye's commander. And Yuan Ye

Ye Kedao is good, he doesn't regard Toma as a superior at all, and he doesn't even show the most basic courtesy.

Yuan Ye ignored Buqi at all. At the same time that Toma sent out the second-level assembly information, Yuan Ye had already walked out of Toma's office and headed towards the playground of the No. 2 management area.

The playground in Management Area No. 2 is not far from Toma's office, just around the corner from a building.

The playground is not large in area and is surrounded by a two-hundred-meter track. The entire playground is paved with silver-grey soft metal and is extremely new. This is not surprising. No one is using it. Of course it is new.

With Yuan Ye standing in the center of the field, two minutes passed. Nalin and Xiao Lun ran all the way to the playground of the second management area. After paying Yuan Ye a standard military salute, they stood upright five steps away from Yuan Ye.

In terms of meters, this is the standard distance for queuing.

Although Yuan Ye did not inform them before, no matter how outsiders evaluate Yuan Ye, today they will vigorously cooperate with Yuan Ye and give Yuan Ye face. Others may not understand Yuan Ye, but they have seen Yuan Ye's strength and methods.

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From the announcement of the second-level assembly information, except for Nalin and Xiao Lun, a full half hour passed before Yuan Ye saw a small group of people talking and laughing as if they were going shopping and came to the playground of the second management area.

After bowing to Toma, he felt very

Nalin and Xiao Lun were standing casually next to each other, looking lazy. They were no different from the twenty-sixth flight that Yuan Ye had stayed in. Forty minutes later, a total of thirty-nine pilots had just expired.

Seventeen people, the other two have not shown up until now.

Yuan Ye's expression remained motionless, never showing any sign of impatience from beginning to end. Then he looked at the group of people in front of him. They were staggering around, talking and laughing. His tone said they were standing in a queue, rather they were just crowding around to watch.
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