Chapter 301.1: War Preparations

Before 1942, German pilots needed to go through 6 months of training and 2 months of aviation study before they could get the opportunity to enter the A/B elementary flight training school and fly light aircraft for training.

Only when their flight time exceeded hundreds of hours, the pilots could get their certificate and wing badge.

After that, they still needed to enter the C-level flight school to receive training on various types of aircraft before they could actually fly twin-engine fighter planes or reconnaissance planes on the front line.

However, as the war situation became tense and fuel, aircraft and other materials were in short supply, the situation quickly changed. After listening to Goring's report, the infamous

toothbrush mustache guy

simply ordered the disbandment of the C-level flight school, and then the light aircraft in the B-level schools were also gradually replaced by gliders one after another.

It was said that by the end of the war, the average German pilot had only 160 hours of training before going to the frontlines.

Well... 160 hours was still a lot compared to what Mosquito had in mind.

According to him, 80 hours of training was completely sufficient. They could spend the other 80 hours working for experience by flying over the enemy.

That way, he would be able to save some bullets and electricity training them.

Gliders were not fast. As long as the players could stay calm and follow the method he taught, there would be no problem!

𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Spending the whole morning, Mosquito explained the basics of flying to his young apprentices.

A few players who had flown a glider or played a flight simulation in reality would interject from time to time to add a few sentences.

In order to deepen their understanding, Mosquito dragged his only 4 training planes out of the hangars, and let the players who wanted to become a skilled pilot like him sit on them one by one while he explained how to operate the plane in the game.

Although many people were still at a loss after listening to Mosquito's explanation, as long as they pressed the pedal to the floor and pulled the plane as soon as their speed exceeded the white line Mosquito drew, they would be able to take off.

As for their offensive strikes... They merely needed to aim with the reticle before firing their tracer bullets. They could correct their aim while firing.

It was actually pretty simple.

After spending all morning teaching, Mosquito's mouth went dry from speaking.

Surprisingly, 2 players covered in mud came from outside the airport.

Mosquito took a look and immediately recognized them.

The first was Makka Pakka, and the other was Beating Tiger. Both of them were players who loved farming, and had been working in the fields every day. It was said that their farming had reached LV5.

Although the reward for players who reached LV10 in farming was very attractive, there were not many players who really had the perseverance to work hard in the fields.

As for the players like them who played Wasteland Online as a farm simulator... There were even fewer in number.

Just when Mosquito was about to ask them why they had come, Makka Pakka raised his hand with a smile. "Coach! Can we learn how to fly a plane as well?"

Beating Tiger added, "Yeah bro, teach us how to fly!"

"Sure, I won't reject anyone who wants to become an awesome pilot like me!" Mosquito said with a smile. Of course he would not refuse the potential customers who came to him on their own initiative, but he still found it a little strange, "By the way, don't you two need to work in the fields today? Why do you want to learn how to fly a plane all of sudden?"

And they were still strength type players.

Why would strength type players want to fly planes?

Wasn't it much better to go to the artillery team to learn how to fire cannons?

Facing Brother Mosquito's curious gaze, Beating Tiger said with a smile, "I want to buy a plane to spray pesticides!"

Makka Pakka nodded excitedly. "Me too!"

Mosquito was taken aback for a moment, and just when he wanted to curse them for wanting to use his amazing creation to kill some bigs, he recalled that in reality, gliders were also used to spray pesticides in the agriculture industry...

Scratching the back of his head, Mosquito suppressed his curses. "Okay... Anyway, I will just teach you guys as well."

Makka Pakka hugged his shoulder with great joy. "Thanks bro!"

"What the fuck man?! Can't you take a shower first before hugging me? Look at all the mud you got on me!" Mosquito, who broke free, wiped off the mud on his body. He rolled his eyes at the playful Makka Pakka. "What do you want to learn? Just how to pilot it? Or do you want to learn other subjects as well?"

Makka Pakka couldn’t help but ask, "What subjects do you have?"

Mosquito revealed a devious grin. "There are many. Ground attack subjects include close strafing, ballistic correction, dive bombing..."

Before Mosquito could finish speaking, Beating Tiger nodded quickly. "Those too! I want to learn those as well!"

Makka Pakka gave him a strange look. "We don't need to go to the front line. Why do we need to learn those?"

Beating Tiger grinned with excitement, "Who said we don't need to learn those subjects if we don't go to the front line? We need it for spraying pesticides. And if there are some wild boars or other mutants running into the field, we can't catch them with our legs. We need to use planes to take them out!"

Makka Pakka was shocked. "Oh damn! Why didn't I think of that?"

It wasn't just Makka Pakka who was shocked, but Mosquito was also completely dumbfounded. A moment ago, he thought that they wanted to use his creation to do pointless things, but now it seemed that he had underestimated them. They were actually about to use his amazing creation to do something cool!

Mosquito held Beating Tiger's shoulders with a look of surprise, and patted him vigorously a few times excitedly, ignoring the mud on his body.

"For the sake of your ingenious imagination, I will accept you as an apprentice! Don't worry, brothers, I will definitely train you to become aces!"

Brother Tiger smiled shyly, and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "Actually, there is no need to exaggerate so much. We don't want to become Ace pilots. Ordinary pilots are more than enough for us."

Mosquito chuckled, "How can that be? You can’t be worse than others!"

"Every student who graduates from me is an ace pilot, and our graduation certificate is the ace pilot diploma!"

"Don't worry, each of you will have a certificate by then!"

Makka Pakka gasped in shock. "Seriously?! You can even do that in this game?!"

Beating Tiger added, "That's awesome!"

"Everything is possible here, hehe." Looking at his two new apprentices, Mosquito revealed a giant smile.

He didn't expect that there were quite a lot of avid learners in the game.

He had already thought it over.

In this game, no one seemed to be opening a training institution. Military schools and literacy classes were full of NPCs listening or giving lectures. However, because of the language barrier, few players went to those schools.

However, if one wanted to be a hardcore player, how could they not possess any proper skills?

Since everyone had ignored the market, Mosquito decided to be the first one to open up the possibilities.

In the future, everyone who graduated from his institution would be an ace pilot. He would be the person who trained all of them, the principal of all ace pilots!

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After the training in the morning, Mosquito dismissed the group and went to look for high level players to form a team with his 4 senior apprentices.

Recently, everyone was trying to increase their corps level from Rank F to Rank E. They teamed up with high level players to take on the missions with high contribution points, striving to increase the corps level to LV10 before the new expansion pack launched.

While doing so, they also wanted to use the opportunity to improve the coordination between the team members.

This game was different from other MMORPGs. There was no equipment that needed to be paid with real money, and no dragon-slaying sword that could deal 999 damage or immortal armor with +99% Lifesteal. Although levels and equipment had increased the upper and lower limits of the players' combat strength, they did not mean invincibility in an absolute sense.

Even if it was the Heavy Cavalry exoskeleton, it would still be destroyed if it was hit by a high-explosive anti-tank shell. And No matter how powerful an ability user was, they would still die if they were shot in the head.

It was said that there was shield technology in the pre-war era, and there were even different types of shields designed for different types of weapons.

For example, the nitrogen shield on the hammer the administrator wielded could effectively weaken or even block bullets, explosive fragments, and projectiles.

Well, unfortunately for them, that was a weapon wielded by an NPC. Their faction boss at that.

No one knew when it would be available in the store.

For players who intended to go to the frontlines, Tacit cooperation between them was far more important than their actual levels!

As for solo players who didn't like to stay in a group and were not interested in socializing, they also had places to go.

The doors of the First and Second corps were open to all players above LV5. There were also many solo players who chose to enter the NPC corps, but they were usually relatively low-key.

Although the NPC corps were mainly defensive troops, they would also issue missions to reinforce the front line and transport supplies during wartime. Completing those missions could also earn merits and medals.

If players found that they actually had commanding talents during the wartime, they could leave the NPC corps with their teammates and the accumulated merits after the war ended and form their own corps.

For almost every type of player he screened out, Chu Guang designed gameplay that would allow them to find a great gaming experience.

Using the method of using wastelanders to manage wastelanders while players managed players, Chu Guang would achieve world peace! Or at the very least, a consistent level of command.

Combat Profession players weren’t the only ones preparing for the Northern Expedition. Lifestyle Profession players were also actively preparing for the upcoming expansion in their own way.

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