Courtyard House: The Road to an Industrial Power

A year has passed in the blink of an eye.

"Factory manager! Factory manager! The aircraft assembly is complete!"

Lin Weidong, who was studying thermobaric weapons with his head down, heard the sound and looked up towards the office door.

The visitor was none other than Li Yuanchao.

He approached Lin Weidong with an excited expression and said, "Director Lin, the aircraft has been debugged."

"Now all that's left is to apply for flight testing."

Looking at Li Yuanchao, who was noticeably more energetic than a year ago, Lin Weidong smiled and said, "Let's go take a look together."

The two walked out of the office one after the other and headed towards the assembly workshop.

Upon arriving at the assembly workshop, the first thing you see is the third-generation aircraft quietly parked in the middle.

The fuselage is long and slender, and the wide wings are spread out straight. The only drawback is that there are no missiles mounted under the wings.

Everyone is currently conducting final checks on the aircraft.

The torque of each screw was measured repeatedly.

Zhang Shirui, the deputy chief engineer who was discussing data with the technicians, immediately came forward to greet Lin Weidong.

His initial resentment towards the young factory director when he was transferred here has gradually turned into admiration.

"Director Lin, you've come over." Zhang Shirui greeted Lin Weidong with a smile.

"I heard the assembly is complete, so I came to take a look," Lin Weidong said, looking at the fighter jet in front of him.

Then Lin Weidong looked at Zhang Shirui and asked, "Did you get the wind tunnel data?"

Zhang Shirui quickly opened the folder he was holding, found a report, and handed it to Lin Weidong.

"This is the data analysis provided by Shenyang Fenglei-1, and all of them exceed the values ​​you initially predicted."

"The data is quite impressive."

Lin Weidong nodded as he looked at the report and handed it back to Zhang Shirui.

"Next, I will contact the military region to arrange a test flight."

Back in his office, Lin Weidong dialed the military region's number directly.

When Qin Yunshan on the other end of the phone heard that the third-generation fighter jet was ready for test flights, he excitedly said that he would arrange for someone to come and transfer the aircraft the next day.

Three days later, at the Northern Military Region Air Force Base.

The biting wind, carrying icy rain, fell on the faces of Lin Weidong and his group in the stands.

At that moment, no one felt the slightest bit of cold.

As the fighter jets slowly slid out of the hangar, everyone felt a surge of excitement.

The fighter jet came to a smooth stop on the runway.

Qin Yunshan handed the walkie-talkie in his hand to Lin Weidong.

Lin Weidong glanced at the still dripping walkie-talkie in front of him, then turned to look at Qin Yunshan, whose face was resolute.

Qin Yunshan looked at Lin Weidong and nodded.

Lin Weidong instantly understood what the other party meant.

He steadily took the walkie-talkie from Qin Yunshan's hand and pressed the intercom button.

With a hissing sound, Lin Weidong shouted into the walkie-talkie in a calm and firm tone, "Take off!"

"Received!" the voice replied.

The fighter jets on the runway spewed long plumes of flame from their tails.

As the fighter jets quickly took off from the runway, everyone in the stands focused their attention on them.

The fighter jet tumbled and came to an abrupt stop in the air, and finally the pilot performed an extreme cobra maneuver.

As the fighter jets drew closer and closer to the ground, everyone's hearts were in their throats. Even Qin Yunshan, a veteran of countless battles, was so excited that his hands trembled.

Although Lin Weidong's expression remained unchanged, his palms were still sweaty.

The fighter jet was successfully pulled up just before it touched down.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The fighter jet performed a perfect roll over everyone's heads before slowly landing on the runway.

After the fighter jet came to a stop.

With tears in his eyes, Qin Yunshan shouted, "Hahaha! We've succeeded! We finally have fighter jets that can rival the West!"

Turning to look at Lin Weidong, Qin Yunshan stood ramrod straight and saluted Lin Weidong.

Lin Weidong immediately stood at attention and replied.

After putting his hand down, Qin Yunshan excitedly said to Lin Weidong, "Weidong! We can finally have our own planes now, and we don't have to buy other people's outdated ones anymore."

Lin Weidong looked at Qin Yunshan, whose eyes were filled with tears, and replied with a smile, "Commander Qin, this is just the beginning, the beginning of us surpassing the West."

At this moment, Li Yuanchao, who was standing to the side, was staring intently at the northern border.

He muttered to himself, "Squad leader, did you see that?"

"We now have our own supersonic fighter jet."

"They won't be able to escape next time."

He still vividly remembers the scene of seeing the village bombed flat and his squad leader pushing him down.

Lin Weidong came to his side and patted him on the shoulder: "It's time to go, there are still many things to finish."

Li Yuanchao smiled at Lin Weidong and said, "Okay!"

Just as Lin Weidong and his team were celebrating the successful test flight of the fighter jet.

The Kremlin.

"Report! Satellite imagery just captured images of a new type of fighter jet being test-flown at an air force base in northern China."

The visitor placed the documents on the president's desk and quickly left.

The Russian president took a puff of his cigar and then opened the folder in front of him.

There was a blurry photo inside, showing a fighter jet flying in the air with barely visible outlines.

When he looked at the data below, the cigar in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

The Russian president frowned deeply, took a deep breath, and picked up the phone in front of him.

"A security meeting will be held in ten minutes!"

In the conference room.

The president looked at the senior generals before him with a serious expression.

"Just today, our satellites captured images of China in the south test-flying a new type of fighter jet."

"You can look at the documents in front of you; they contain specific data."

Half an hour passed.

Old Sergei shouted, "Impossible! How could there possibly be fighter jets with such data nowadays!"

"Even the beautiful United States couldn't do that!"

At this point, Sergei's shoulder insignia were no longer those of a major general a year ago; he was now a lieutenant general.

This was achieved at the cost of his son's sacrifice.

Whenever he thinks of China, he is filled with rage.

The army lieutenant general sitting opposite him said, "The KGB's data analysis has never been wrong."

"It is very likely that the other side has extremely advanced fighter jets."

"Fortunately, it's still in the test flight phase."

However, the defense minister disagreed, adding, "Based on my understanding of China, they can go from test flights to deployment in as little as six months."

These words struck like a heavy hammer, leaving a deep impression on everyone's minds.

Yes, that's a place where you can even make nuclear weapons just by using an abacus.

Just as everyone fell silent, Sergei said in a deep voice, "Our pilots will make up for the gap in fighter jets."

"Their pilots are just a bunch of rookies."

"So what if their fighter jets are slightly better than ours?"

"Furthermore, our new fighter jets will be commissioned next month, and I'll personally lead a team to meet them then!"

The Russians' new fighter jet is an improved version of the previous generation, designed to defend against Lin Weidong's man-portable air defense missiles.