Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 219 The Super 7 printer is awesome!
Opposite them, two variable-sweep wing fighters were rapidly sprinting forward with their wings fully swept back, their tall vertical tails standing out prominently.

"Our MiG-23 is the best aircraft in the world, with a maximum speed of Mach 2.35. At that speed, no enemy weapon can intercept us, not even their most advanced Super-7!"

Upon hearing the voice of his wingman, Skanlit, the lead pilot, Kidambi, replied, "Of course! That single-engine light aircraft is said to have a maximum speed of less than Mach 1.8. We can easily outrun it with a single dodge!"

Pakistan already has the Super-7. Do they think that having this aircraft will give them an advantage? Of course not! The aircraft we have are the most powerful. We need to show them who truly rules the skies of the South Asian subcontinent!

Upon hearing the lead pilot's words, Scanlet habitually glanced down at his airspeed indicator. They had started accelerating from the boundary line and had now reached the aircraft's maximum speed: Mach 2.35!

This aircraft can still reach this speed while carrying two R-23 medium-range air-to-air missiles and two R-60 short-range air-to-air missiles, which is enough to demonstrate its excellent high-altitude and high-speed performance!

The fighter jets were still speeding through the sky, planning to fly over the enemy's airbase, circle around it, and then fly back!

Just then, a muffled sound came through the headphones.

Locked, locked, locked!
"The bees are calling the cow, the bees are calling the cow, I hear some damn noise, it sounds like a radar alarm receiver..."

"Don't worry, it must be broken. Stop buzzing around like bees. Now, let me check the radar. Oh, damn it, my radar is malfunctioning. Bees, turn on your radar and search the airspace ahead of us!"

"Yes! My radar has warmed up and is ready to go. Oh, damn it, there seems to be a target ahead of us! Wait, they've launched a missile!"

"Quickly, turn to the side immediately and shake it off!"

The Soviet equipment was easy to maintain, which pleased them. However, the unreliability of the electronic systems frustrated them greatly. The airborne radar and avionics frequently malfunctioned. Therefore, when flying in formation, it was enough for only the lead aircraft to turn on the radar. Who would have thought that the airborne radar, with a fault-free lifespan of only a few hours, would fail at a critical moment!
The wingman's radar had just been turned on when it detected the target! And the enemy had even launched a missile!

Don't rush. To deal with pulse Doppler radar, just turn to the side, to a direction perpendicular to the radar, and it will be filtered out as clutter!
As he called out, Kidambi quickly pulled back on the stick and began to slowly turn his massive fighter jet.

The faster the speed, the worse the maneuverability and the larger the turning radius. At an altitude of 5,000 meters and a speed of 0.9 times the speed of sound, the MiG-23 has a turning radius of 2200 meters. At an altitude of 18,000 meters and a speed of Mach 2.35, the turning radius can be as high as 5,000 meters or more!

Of course, as they turn, their speed will decrease, but if the wing sweep angle is manually adjusted, the turning radius can still be reduced.

Kidambi pushed the control stick with his right hand, applied the rudder with his right foot, and adjusted the wing sweep angle with his left hand. The immense inertia threw his body to the left of the seat, where he was held firmly by the seatbelt...

They had only crossed the border less than 80 kilometers away when they were attacked by missiles!
Hmph, missiles these days aren't that reliable. Even if a missile is launched, it might not hit its target; even if it hits, it might not shoot down; and even if it is shot down...

Just as he was thinking this, he heard his wingman, Scanlet's, desperate cries through his earpiece.

"what……"

boom!
He heard the sound of the explosion, but because he was turning right and his wingman was turning left, he couldn't see what was happening to his wingman.

"Old ox calling bees, old ox calling bees, please respond, please respond!"

There was no sound in the headset, so I didn't know if my wingman had ejected.
Just now, the Skyflash missile flew at high speed to within a few hundred meters of the MiG-23, then detonated its warhead, scattering countless fragments that rushed toward the poor aircraft.

Under the high-speed impact, a fragment the size of a steel nail easily shattered the cockpit window of the MiG-23, entered Scanlit's body, and tumbled and churned up countless pieces of flesh...

Blood splattered everywhere inside the cockpit.

Other debris struck the fuselage, creating holes; some punctured the fuel tanks, others damaged the engines. The next moment, the entire plane burst into flames and plummeted downwards.

At this point, Kidanbi, having received no response to his calls, was furious.

His best course of action would have been to turn tail and run, but... his pride prevented him from escaping. He gritted his teeth and activated the R-60 missile, preparing for the next battle.

The enemy's most advanced air-to-air missile is Sky Flash, which has a range of only 20 to 30 kilometers. Now that one has been launched, the distance has been reduced to the level of close-range dogfighting. We will not lose. Our own fighter jets are also very maneuverable!
At this moment, his fighter jet finally turned ninety degrees, and his gaze turned to his nine o'clock position, where a small plane had indeed appeared.

Hmph, the Super-7 is just a modified version of the J-7, which is basically a MiG-21. There's nothing to be afraid of!

With that thought, he pushed the control stick to the left with his right hand, and stepped on the rudder with his left foot. The fighter jet began to turn to the left and head straight for the target!
His left hand quickly operated the adjustment knob of the swept wing, adjusting it to the fully deployed direction. Now, let the other side know how powerful this aircraft is!

"Eagle call! Target spotted: MiG-23. Sidewinder ready!"

There are several types of Sidewinder missiles, but Pakistan's mainstay is the AIM-9J. This missile does not have head-on attack capability, but Pakistani pilots have long been proficient with it! Now, with top-notch fighter jets at their disposal, what is there to fear?
The two flew head-on, whoosh! They passed each other by.

Kidanbi quickly pulled the stick and applied the rudder, starting a sharp turn. At this point, it was all about maintaining a stable turn; whoever could turn faster would be able to get behind the opponent and shoot them in the rear with a missile!

The G-forces made it difficult for him to move; he could only stare intently at his side, hoping to catch a glimpse of the plane.

Ninety degrees, one hundred and eighty degrees... He had turned half a circle, but he still couldn't see the target. The airspace was empty, there was nothing there. Where did the plane go?
So, he glanced curiously at the rearview mirror, and then his heart skipped a beat.

A silver target flashed past his rearview mirror!

How could this be? How could this be! How could the other person have followed me so closely? I must be seeing things. No, no, I need to get out of the way!

With two more turns, the altitude continued to drop, from 18,000 to 15,000. Hasmi made a nimble turn and caught up with the other's tail.

Although the Super-7 is essentially a second-generation fighter jet, after a major overhaul, it now has an 8G overload capacity, making it capable of engaging in combat with the F-16, not to mention second-generation fighters like the MiG-23!

Looking at the blazing flames of the MiG-23's tail engine, Hasmi pressed the launch button with disdain in his eyes.

Sidewinder missiles, which use smokeless propellant, leave almost no smoke trail during flight, making them impossible for the enemy to defend against!

By this time, the other party must have realized that he was watching him from behind, so he started swaying from side to side and even released flares, but it was no use!
The Sidewinder missile kept its eyes fixed on the target, swaying left and right with it, before accurately striking the MiG-23's rear end.

boom!
Upon hearing the explosion from the tail, Kidambi did not hesitate and immediately pulled the ejection seat lever. The intense G-force nearly made him pass out. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the fighter jet, whose engine had been hit, falling downwards like a large rock.

The cold air at high altitude made him shiver. At that moment, he considered his fate. Would he be rescued after going down? Or would he be captured? If he was captured, would he spend the rest of his life in prison?

Now, the United States needs Buffett as a springboard to intervene in the graveyard of empires, and it certainly won't stand by and watch a large-scale military conflict break out between the two sides. This matter can only be left unresolved!
The altitude was constantly decreasing, 10,000 meters, 5,000 meters, 3,000 meters... At this altitude, the parachute opened, and Kidanbi slowly looked down, then saw his own falling fighter jet, which had been smashed into a pancake.

What a terrible day!

Hasmi piloted the Super 7 back to base. After landing, he was immediately surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd on the ground. With these two achievements, he had become a flying ace!
"Send a message to the East: Our Super-7 fighter jets have achieved a resounding victory!" General Jamal exclaimed excitedly upon receiving the news.

Eastward, Chang'an, Flight Test Center, canteen. "Come on, today's a day worth celebrating! Our Super-7 has finally made up for all its shortcomings! Cheers!"

Seeing Old Lin raise his glass, Qin Liang felt a little helpless. Old Lin, why do you always want to train me to be able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk? If you want to drink, go find that wine colonel!
Thump thump thump... Just then, someone ran in.

"Old Lin, we just received news that Pakistan used a Super-7 fighter jet to engage two MiG-23s and achieved a complete victory!"

what?
Old Tu stood up excitedly: "Great, fantastic! With this brilliant achievement, our Super 7 can be sold to even more countries!"

David frowned. Super 7 isn't just something Barack Obama has; Ezra has it too!
No, there must be an additional condition: these Python-3 missiles cannot be exported to Iraq!

"Alright, cheers to our Super Seven's resounding victory! Liangzi, raise your glass!"

"Old Lin, this is not a good thing. There will be more troublesome situations to come. I think we're going to be very busy."

"What trouble?"

"Third Brother is going to purchase new fighter jets. If I'm not mistaken, it should be... MiG-25s!"

India's MiG-25s arrived in 1981 and became a nightmare for the eastern plateau region. For a long time, this aircraft roamed the plateau with impunity! It wasn't until the 1990s, when the East acquired the Su-27 and equipped it with R-27 missiles, that India began to restrain itself.

And now?

We have enough equipment on hand!

The Super-7 uses a dual-pulse engine missile with a range of 60-70 kilometers. With the use of a new type of propellant, it can reach 100 kilometers, which is enough to shoot down a MiG-25. However, this can only be used domestically. Both the Super-7 and the twin-engine Q-6 can solve the problem.

As for exports... Pakistan bought J-8 fighters, right? We just need to integrate the Phoenix missile into them. We've already mastered all the technology for that missile...

Ahem, I can't say it now; I have to act like I'm in a difficult position.

Everyone present changed their expressions; clearly, they had also realized the problem.

The MiG-25, a super fighter jet with two triple-triple ratings, has been the aircraft that the Air Force has longed to acquire for many years!
The West trembled before this fighter jet until 1976, when Belenko defected, and the jet finally had no secrets from the West.

Thermal barrier? Solved with stainless steel! High speed? Solved with turbojet engines! Airborne radar? Although it's said to be able to burn a rabbit, in reality, it can't even see at 100 kilometers, so it's not that impressive.

Now that this aircraft has been declassified, it can be exported. After all, it has the title of "double three" (referring to its high rank, high rank, and high rank), and many countries will purchase it, including India.

"We need to hold a meeting as soon as possible to discuss and resolve this issue!" Qin Liang said. "Everyone, you guys eat first, I'm full, I'm going to get back to work!"

This time... Old Lin really couldn't stop Qin Liang. He could only watch him swagger out. This kid, he must be going back to be with his wife, right?
The capital city, Princess Tomb, Airplane Building.

"Currently, we have obtained the Phoenix prototype and are fully confident in completely replicating it. This missile uses a high-altitude trajectory, reaching an altitude of 28,000 meters, and later modified versions can reach 32,000 meters. It is the perfect weapon to target the MiG-25. Back then, when Langtuo conducted an aerial target practice, the Russian MiG-25s never went to Langtuo's airspace again."

Qin Liang looked at everyone present with great interest: "Our Northwestern Polytechnical University has taken over Factory 202. After the New Year, we will transform it into a modern missile factory. Within three months, we will be able to produce the first batch of Phoenix missiles. The key issue now is whether the J-8 can carry this missile."

The group, who had traveled a long way from Shenyang, looked somewhat embarrassed.

"After inspecting our J-8, Pakistan made a series of demands, such as strengthening the airframe and increasing payload capacity. We are currently recalculating these requirements," said Elder Gu. "However, relying on our own capabilities, it will probably take more than six months..."

The J-8 was originally a high-altitude, high-speed interceptor, with wing pylons designed to carry air-to-air missiles. Its maximum load capacity was only 300 kilograms. Now, it's supposed to carry the Phoenix missile, which weighs half a ton! It has to be modified! This was also Pakistan's original requirement.

Given their indecisive and fussy approach, it would be a miracle if they managed to get it done in a year, let alone six months. Qin Liang sighed inwardly, wondering how many more years it would take for them to change their ways.

“To speed things up, we need…” Professor Gu took a deep breath: “We need Northwestern Polytechnical University to continue to help us, and we are willing to pay the design fee.”

Qin Liang shook his head: "No, we don't have the energy. Everyone at Northwestern Polytechnical University is busy, and we even asked people from the Capital Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics for help. We can't spare any time."

"But only you have computer-aided design capabilities; we can only rely on draftsmen..."

Computer-aided design brings tremendous improvements! Errors can be corrected directly! If you rely on paper drawings, any mistake will require redrawing, which can easily take a month or more.

To speed things up, we can only use a computer!
"Then why don't you throw away the drawing tablet and switch to computer-aided design?"

"Who would use that thing!"

"If you don't know how to use it, then don't design airplanes, you might as well give up and go to sleep," Qin Liang said. "Our Northwestern Polytechnical University's CAD software has already been sold overseas. In the future, all kinds of mechanical designs will use computer-aided drafting. This is a trend and an inevitability. If you don't know how to use it, then you can only be eliminated."

Asking older generations to use computers is indeed a bit of a challenge for them. In order to promote the development of computers, the country later established a level examination. If you don't pass, you can't be promoted. This has stumped countless people. In fact, many people are not incapable of using computers, but simply don't want to learn.

If you don't learn computers, you'll only be able to use a keypad phone in the future, making it inconvenient to do anything when you go out, and you'll be completely eliminated.

Putting everything else aside, aircraft design requires computer skills!

"Hmph, we designed airplanes before we used computers, didn't we?"

"See? This is a typical example of complacency and lack of ambition. Your Northern Institute, the largest military aircraft institute in China, what kind of aircraft have you designed in all these years? Is it as much as the work achieved by Northwestern Polytechnical University in just one year?"

Since they're not part of the same system, I'm not afraid to offend them. If these unambitious people take the lead, the Northern Institute will only fall further behind! We need to give them a little push.

"Old Li, stop talking. Our Northern Institute is indeed lagging behind." Old Gu said, looking at Engineer Li who still wanted to argue, "We are willing to import computers and supporting software from Northwestern Polytechnical University. We also need to keep up with the times!"

Qin Liang nodded: "Yes, we will also send a few students to guide you in using computer graphics."

"Students? You actually let students guide us?" Old Li's face was almost as black as charcoal.

"If the teachers are busy, the students have to squeeze in time. If you don't want to, then forget it!"

"I'm willing!" Old Gu nodded. If they couldn't keep up with the times, the Northern Institute would go out of business. Their J-8 fighters weren't essential; the twin-engine Q-6 might replace them at any time!

　PS: A family photo of the Indian Air Force.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)