God-level Trader of Rebirth

"The simulated battlefield platform is a supercomputer system that conducts simulated warfare in a virtual environment."

"Its predecessor is the result of the integration of a series of technologies such as virtual laboratory technology, aircraft simulator technology, and planetary physics simulation developed by Infinity Corporation." The security consultant explained.

"Simulators, I know, are great technology."

The president had seen a flight training device in Ohio and was very impressed.

"Their flight training device is much more advanced than ours!" The security consultant took out another report from it and handed it to the president, "This is an in-depth investigation report on their flight simulation training device. They have passed this simulation system, Trained more than 200 J-[-] fighter pilots."

The president curled his lips slightly. The more than 200 third-generation pilots are just a drop in the bucket compared to the thousands of fighter pilots in the United States.

But he knew that there must be something different, so he wisely didn't show his disdainful expression.

The security consultant ignored the weird expression on his face, but explained to him seriously: "Among their instructors, there is a Colonel Xu who is roughly equivalent to our brigadier general."

He automatically converted the titles of the characters in the data into familiar titles in the West.

This Brigadier General Xu once came to us with their Southwest Aircraft Industry Group in the 80s. He was only a major at that time. At that time, we both had a good relationship in order to jointly resist the Soviet Union.

"The main purpose is to help them develop FC-1, and the Pentagon has also sent people here."

From the files, he found an old gray-white photo that was somewhat oxidized.

"At that time, one of our major Claude had many air battles with him, and the two sides were evenly matched."

"Who is this Major Claude?"

"The principal of the Air Force Academy, General Claude, a former ace pilot!"

"Understood! You mean, they sent an ace pilot to train their J-[-] fighter pilots?" The president raised his brows, and understood what he meant.

"It's not just that!" The security adviser's hand pointed to a report content, drawing the president's attention, "Look here, at the beginning of the training, Brigadier General Xu's results were 160 and [-] battles, all victories."

"Looking at the back, here is the battle report a month later, 210 battles, [-] wins, [-] wins, [-] losses, [-] no wins."

"Continue, three months later, Brigadier General Xu fought with the students, winning 180 times, losing 92 times, and neither side had any results 120 times!"

The president exclaimed: "The level of their students has improved quite quickly!"

The security consultant shook his head: "What you see is just superficial phenomena. According to General Crowder, this Brigadier General Xu is a talented pilot, and any actions he has made will soon be imitated by the other party. And apply it to actual combat."

"And he is very hardworking, studying flying skills every day. After 20 years, the flying skills of Brigadier General Xu must be unattainable!"

"However, you have also seen that after only three months of training, more than 60.00% of the students have achieved skills equal to or even not inferior to his. This is the key, a frightening statistic! "

The president's brows were tightly knit together.

Only now did he know why the security consultant repeatedly asked him to read the report carefully.

Indeed, some of the information involved here is really scary.

More than 100 ace pilots?

He shuddered.

The United States participated in the most actual combat in the world, but the strong always bullied the weak, and the training of the pilots was obviously insufficient. The number of ace pilots who emerged from it was not too many.

If it was the other party, each of them would be an ace pilot, God!Just thinking about it is scary!
"We also want to build a comprehensive training base! It must be built, and it will be built soon!"

"We have the best scientific and technological talents in the world and advanced high-tech means. We can definitely build a simulation training platform ten times stronger than them!"

He stopped asking about the simulated training of the navy and army. Obviously, the simulated battlefield platform of Infinity Company is very effective!
The security consultant smiled bitterly and sighed deeply: "Unfortunately, we can't do it."

"why?"

The president, who was immersed in the dream of being an ace pilot in the whole country, turned around in astonishment, and asked in disbelief: "Why not? Is our high-tech level not as high as the other party's? Is our precision manufacturing technology not as good as theirs? Ours Is the level of computer application worse than them?"

The security consultant looked a little frustrated, covered his mouth, and said in embarrassment: "We don't know very well about other aspects, but in terms of computer technology, we may be behind."

"We didn't know much about Infinity before. It's a very mysterious private enterprise."

"However, one of their general managers, Chen Jie, you must know that he defeated Soros and many Wall Street investment institutions during the Asian financial crisis in [-]."

"We always thought that their strengths were in finance, electronics, and software development. Later, they launched personal computers, which made some limelight in the past few years. We couldn't compete with each other in terms of cost."

"But in terms of chip technology, everyone is still on the same level."

"But the launch of the simulated battlefield platform this time shocked us all at once."

According to the information obtained by the intelligence personnel, they used dozens, maybe hundreds of sets of supercomputer groups to build this simulation training platform, which can be used not only for actual military training, but also for scientific experiments.

Even the report revealed that the research of artificial intelligence is included, in short, there are many benefits.

However, according to Los Alamos National Laboratory's calculations, to build a practical virtual planetary environment, with their latest 300 trillion supercomputers, more than 500 sets of supercomputer systems are needed to achieve the same effect!

"How is it possible! Has their supercomputer reached a calculation speed of tens of trillions of operations?"

The president exclaimed.

"The gap may not be that big, it is estimated to be about twice the difference, but considering the efficiency of parallel computing by supercomputer groups, we may actually need more supercomputers if we want to build a platform with the same performance."

"This is not the point of the problem. The problem is that even if their super calculation is only twice as fast as ours, it is already very remarkable."

"What's more, they can actually mass-produce dozens of sets, hundreds of sets, my God! The most cutting-edge supercomputers, they are like building blocks, and they are built at will, which shows that they have mastered mature technology and fully achieved The ability to commercialize!"

"But, have you ever seen them sell even a set of exascale supercomputers?"

"no!"

"They XZ up the best stuff! Personal computers sold to us in Europe and the United States are like squeezing toothpaste. The performance of each generation of processors is only a little stronger than Intel."

"If it wasn't for the report sent back by the intelligence personnel, this simulated battlefield platform would have been born out of nowhere. We would never have known that they would have such a cutting-edge technological level!"

"The reason why they don't assemble in large quantities should not be due to technical reasons, but because they don't want to spend so much money! Or their economic scale is not enough to support a large high-tech training group."

"But as long as they want to, there is a high probability that they can train thousands of ace pilots within half a year and wipe out any enemy!"

"Just thinking about a scene like this gives me the creeps."

"God! This will be the end of our white rule!"

The president's face turned livid, and he slammed his fist on the desk, knocking the wood carving to the ground again.

"What advice do you have?"

The security adviser looked at him and said word by word: "I suggest that you call Mr. Vice President, Assistant Secretary of State, and the Pentagon immediately. Let's hold a small meeting to think about countermeasures!"

"You call them here immediately!"

President Cowboy is impatient, and he can't wait for a quarter of an hour, so he ordered immediately.