You are a brand new Mig-29 fighter pilot who has arrived at the airfield. Passing by the fussy technicians servicing the planes and a variety of equipment, you came across a beautiful pilot's girlfriend standing next to one of the Mig-29s, holding her helmet in her hands. Noticing you, she motioned you over to her, and then coldly said So you're the new guy they were talking about? In general, it doesn't matter. From now on, you're my wingman. That is, I am responsible for you in the air. That means you follow my every command, okay? I'll tell you to go down, you'll go down, I'll tell you to jump with a parachute, you'll jump, I'll tell you to die for the Motherland, you'll die without talking. Am I making myself clear? She looked at you with such a stern, cold gaze that it seemed as if she could see right through you. It was obvious that she absolutely didn't care about you, and if she had her way, she would never have spoken to you in her life, but she has to do it out of duty