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Chapter 137 Two Skyflash Missiles
The control tower wasn't very spacious, and it was crammed with people, leaving the British outside. However, with so many people inside and the unpleasant smell, the outside was much nicer in comparison!
If you feel hot, go to your car, turn on the air conditioning, and you'll feel great!

Cheney was enjoying himself in the car when he heard excited cheers coming from the control tower.

Did it hit the target?
So he opened the car door and strode towards the control tower.

"General Jamal, what's the situation?"

"The test was a success. We launched two Skyflash missiles and accurately hit a Mi-24 helicopter flying at extremely low altitude!"

Cheney nodded in satisfaction after hearing the first part of the sentence, but he was suddenly startled when he heard the rest.

What?
Mi-24?

"How could it be a Mi-24?"

"It flew in from the direction of the Imperial Graveyard, entering more than 50 kilometers inside our border. Thank goodness for our Super-7 fighters, otherwise..."

"Warning! Warning!" Just then, the radar operator suddenly shouted, "An unidentified target is flying in from our east!"

"Quickly, call Eagle, intercept them to the east!"

"Yes!"

We still need long-range aircraft that can operate continuously! If it were the old aircraft, they would have run out of fuel and had to return long ago!

Cheney frowned as well: "East? What target?"

"We don't know. It could be a reconnaissance plane or a drone. Whatever it is, we trust the Super-7 fighter jets. We're confident they can successfully shoot down the target!"

Cheney waved his hand: "No, no, the Super 7 is just an airframe platform. To shoot down targets, we still need Marconi's avionics and our British Aerospace's Skyflash missiles!"

“Yes, we will be purchasing a batch of fighter jets and at least two hundred missiles to go with them!” Jamal nodded.

Inside the control tower, a strong odor wafted over, and Cheney quickly held his breath: "Wait until we take down the target before calling us!"

He didn't want to linger at the control tower entrance any longer!
Inside the control tower, on the radar screen, Super-7 fighter jets were flying towards a nearby backup airfield.

"Eagle, attention! The target is directly ahead, two hundred kilometers away!"

"Eagle received!" Hasmi replied as he maneuvered the aircraft, aiming it at the runway.

He didn't deploy a drag chute, and the plane taxied for nearly a kilometer before coming to a stop. When he reached the tarmac, a group of ground crew were already waiting. They quickly removed the two Skyflash missiles and carefully placed them into the packaging box.

Hasmi restarted the engine, taxied onto the runway, and soon took to the skies again.

"Eagle, attention! Target is 50 kilometers away. Lock on!"

"Roger, target locked, fire both rounds simultaneously!"

"Eagle cries out, target shot down!"

"Fantastic! Eagle, return to base!"

When the Super 7 landed again, everyone gathered around. Hasmi had just climbed out of the cabin when a group of people lifted him up and threw him into the air.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Cheney and the others were once again blocked outside; they wanted to go up and take a look, but couldn't squeeze in. "Today, Super 7 flew over our old Pakistan for the first time and achieved two victories in a row. This is a great victory! Now, let's go celebrate!" Jamal said, "Everyone, let's go to the base canteen!"

Cheney wanted to get a closer look at the plane, but he was surrounded by several officers.

"Mr. Cheney, your missiles have done a great job! Let's go celebrate!"

Cheney glanced at Super 7 from afar, then, surrounded by the others, headed towards the base's canteen.

Okay, everything is fine!

When an aircraft launches a missile, a thick plume of flame is sprayed onto the wings. Although it's not enough to blacken the wings, there's still a difference between launching and not launching!

After just one night, the ground crew can clean the wings, and there won't be any clues!
"Everyone, Lao Ba can't drink, so let's drink!" Qin Liang raised his glass: "Super Seven's success wouldn't have been possible without your help, so come on, drink!"

"Come on, drink!"

"That's right, we will have even more cooperation with the UK in the future!"

One glass after another… Cheney didn’t know how much he drank, until finally he completely lost consciousness…

When he woke up, his head still ached and his throat was dry. He drank some water and took a shower, and finally felt a little better.

As he sat down at the table, he drank milk and ate bread while picking up the day's newspaper.

A Mi-24 helicopter was shot down 50 kilometers inland from the Imperial Cemetery, prompting a strong protest from Pakistan.

The Super-7 fighter jet, produced in the East, boasts top-notch performance and is the most suitable advanced fighter jet for developing countries to equip themselves with globally!

There were no reports of shooting down an Indian drone, but... that's understandable. After all, relations with India are complicated, and many minor frictions are suppressed in secret. Once exposed, public sentiment will be agitated, and the situation could escalate and get out of control.

After reading the entire newspaper, Cheney was very dissatisfied.

"Go find the Pakistanis and ask them what's going on. Why do they only report on the Super-7 but not our Skyflash missiles?"

"That's right, let's go!"

Several British men were furious, but when they arrived at the base, they learned that the senior Pakistani air force officials had already left, leaving only the Super-7 still undergoing testing. A large number of the Asians who had participated with them yesterday had also left!

East, capital, airplane terminal.

"Great! Our last weakness is about to be addressed. Once we can replicate this missile, our Eastern Air Force will gain medium-range interception capability! Pakistan is a true friend of ours. They can buy as many Super-7 fighters as they want!" Leader Wang looked excitedly at the milky-white missile on the table.

It is 3.66 meters long and 203 millimeters in diameter. It looks like a long, thin stick. It has two sets of four triangular wings at the front and back, with a wingspan of more than one meter.

The missile's overall shape is the same as the Sparrow missile; in fact, it uses the rear fuselage of the AIM-7E-2, along with its internal hydraulic control servos, warhead, and dual-thrust solid rocket motor. It can be said that only the seeker and fuze were developed by the British; everything else was readily available.

"Yes, the British definitely won't license the technology for this missile to us, so we'll have to copy it!" Old Lin sighed, "With it, our PL-4 missile project can finally take off!"

The surface-to-air missile projects in the East are all called Hongqi (Red Flag), while the air-to-air missile projects are called Pili (Thunderbolt). Currently, only the Pili-2 project is mature, while the Pili-4 is a reverse-engineered copy of the AIM-7D Sparrow air-to-air missile after they acquired it.

Unfortunately, due to weak domestic technology and the AIM-7D's inherently poor performance, coupled with the cancellation of the J-9 fighter jet project, the PL-4 project ultimately came to an end.

Now, it's time to upgrade!
"That's right, Leader Wang, Leader Lin, please hand over these two missiles to our Institute 612!"

Well… Old Lin glanced at Qin Liang, who hadn’t said a word, and asked, “Liangzi, what do you think?”

(End of this chapter)