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Chapter 115 Whose general is so fierce?

Rumble!

Forty minutes later, the sun over the western mountains shone a golden ray of light through the gaps in the clouds.

With a roar, the Hot Air pierced through the clouds, landing on the test site amidst a thick fog. After gliding for a hundred meters, it came to a steady stop at the entrance of the laboratory.

"Heroes return in triumph!"

Wang Xingguo shouted excitedly, ignoring the residual heat from the unmanned fighter jet's engine nozzle, and immediately dragged the metal flaw detector and structural detector over.

"The pay has been improved."

Upon seeing this, Lin Dong couldn't help but shake his head.

Last time, when his "Hot Spicy" aircraft shot down J-10 and J-20 fighters and returned to base, Wang Xingguo would simply take a flashlight and a hammer, tap on them to listen to the sound, and then use the flashlight to check the surface condition of the turbines.

Such a thing is rare these days, with professional metal flaw detectors and structural inspection equipment being deployed.

Beep! Beep beep!

Wang Xingguo personally took the instruments and carefully inspected the nose, wings, engines, and other key structures of the aircraft. Finally, he frowned slightly as he looked at the results of the inspection.

"The engine is overloaded; it will need a major overhaul in less than 200 hours."

"That's fine."

Lin Dong smiled and said, "With a cruising speed of Mach 5 and an afterburner speed of Mach 6, even with a pre-cooling device that increases the engine's limits, this design is still close to the limits of the second-generation single-crystal nickel-based material. 200 hours is already quite good."

His Hot Shot was originally a product of his hobby of tinkering with gadgets, and all its designs were aimed at the limit, without considering cost-effectiveness or longevity.

After all, it all comes down to this: when it comes to gadgets, out with the old, in with the new.

With 200 hours of overhaul, and given his tendency to fly every now and then for fun, the next generation of Hot Air would already be ready in 200 hours.

"That's true."

Wang Xingguo was initially somewhat distressed.

But then I think about cruising at Mach 5 and accelerating at Mach 6.

I immediately realized that at this speed, what more could I ask for? Even 100 hours would be worth it, let alone 200.

After all, the entire Hot Spicy ship only cost around ten million to build, and the engine, due to its higher technological content, costs about 35% of that. So, a major overhaul would cost at most two million.

"What a pity, it's too small. If it were bigger, it could carry anti-ship missiles..."

Wang Xingguo looked at the hot and spicy food, which was not even as tall as him, and suddenly thought of something, so he sighed with some regret.

With a cruising speed of Mach 5 and a service ceiling of 4 meters, there is no air defense system in the world that can stop it.

If the size could be a bit larger.

If it can carry ground-to-ground missiles or anti-ship missiles, then the Hot Hot is a true super weapon of mass destruction, a national treasure.

Although at this size, it can still be used for combat with lasers, it is still far from sufficient and cannot secure a decisive strategic victory.

When encountering electronic interference, radar malfunctions can prevent it from locking onto targets, leaving it only able to defend itself and unable to attack.

"..."

Lin Dong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard Wang Xingguo's words.

I'm making a wish here.

I just shot down an F-35C Lightning fighter jet, and the fuselage was still warm when I got back.

You start wishing to carry anti-ship missiles to shoot down large ships and aircraft carriers.

It's important to understand that materials determine the upper limit; stainless steel can never be used to build wonders.

The larger size of the aircraft not only makes the design many times more complex, but also requires higher torque to withstand due to the increased size of individual parts, and thus higher requirements for material properties.

For such a hypersonic, and large, aircraft, even using third-generation single-crystal nickel-based alloys for its core engine components would be quite challenging.

We need to at least produce the fourth-generation single-crystal high-temperature alloy materials DD15 and DD22, which have only been manufactured in the laboratory for more than ten years and have not yet been mass-produced.

Otherwise, more than a decade later, China would have already developed a bunch of hypersonic missiles. But why are hypersonic aircraft still in the experimental stage? It's because the fourth-generation single-crystal high-temperature alloy material has not yet been mass-produced.

"Dad, Godfather, Uncle Xu, please take your time with the checks. Send me a report later. Qingling and I are heading back now."

Thinking of this, Lin Dong ignored the old man who was lost in his own thoughts and beckoned Xu Qingling to walk towards the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group's residential area.

The two walked out of the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) base and into the residential building.

Looking at the sky, now completely devoid of sunlight and plunged into darkness, Lin Dong suddenly remembered something and turned to Xu Qingling, saying...

"We had originally planned to try chasing the sun after dark on the return trip, but my godfather and the others were in a hurry to return and wanted to see the heroes..."

"It's okay, I've already had a very happy day."

Xu Qingling paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up as she said, "We've already seen the Three Gorges today. This experience of flying down the river and overlooking the scenery of Wushan is something I've never seen before. Anyway, there will be plenty of time and opportunities to see it in the future..."

"Okay, then I'll look at it next time."

Lin Dong nodded and said with a smile, "Look at this scene of the sun rising in the west."

"This way, many people's oaths won't be valid."

Xu Qingling smiled and, as if remembering something, looked at Lin Dong expectantly and said, "In ten days, there's an offline promotion event for 'Sky Chaser - Beehive' in 100 cities. Chengdu is the first stop. How about we go together?"

"A promotional event in 100 cities?"

Lin Dong was taken aback: "How come I didn't know?"

The game "Skyrider - Swarm" was developed by him under the name Lin Weiliang, and the operator was his uncle.

How come he didn't know, but Xu Qingling did?

"You haven't even seen the announcement that was posted at noon." Xu Qingling took out her phone and showed Lin Dong the latest game announcement.

"Let's go together and see how this offline promotion is done." Lin Dong nodded after seeing the announcement and did not refuse.

After all, it was a game he developed himself, and he wanted to see how his uncle, Zhang Fangxu, operated it.

In addition, as they grew older, Wang Xingguo and others found it increasingly difficult to keep up.

He knew very well that his opportunities to go out freely like this would become fewer and fewer in the future...

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the other side.

At Putuo Airport in the east, half of the runway has been closed, and the ground is covered with a layer of fire-fighting foam that has not yet dissipated.

A fighter jet, missing half of its right wing and with half of its fuselage blackened, was parked there, with remnants of its recently dissipated flames still clinging to its body.

Once the flames are completely extinguished, rinse the aircraft thoroughly with clean water to remove any remaining fire-fighting foam.

The airport's fire trucks began to withdraw in an orderly manner, and a line of white cars with black lettering drove in and took over the entire scene.

"Instruct air traffic control to expedite the process and prioritize the transport of passengers stranded at the airport; no more planes should land here."

"In addition, the civil aviation authorities will arrange vehicles to transfer all flights departing in three hours to other airports. The entire airport will then be temporarily closed..."

"Have our people assist airport staff in deleting photos and videos taken by passengers. We need to control the internet carefully; there can't be any public opinion or photos appearing on the internet..."

Those people on the other side of the Pacific are very concerned about their image; public scrutiny will only make them more desperate. We need to buy as much time as possible.

A middle-aged man with two bars and three stars stepped off the car, looked at the commercial airliners on the other runways, and then at the countless passengers taking pictures with their mobile phones in the terminal windows. He then gave instructions to the people next to him in a decisive tone.

talking.

He glanced at the time and looked at the dark night sky to the north: "When will Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's expert team arrive?"

"It's already in the air, and it will take about forty minutes. The fighter jets will then land directly on the runway."

"Great! The expert team's food, clothing, tents, and on-site medical staff are all ready. Every minute they spend from now on will be crucial."

We must inspect and repair this fighter jet thoroughly, and make sure there are no hidden damages before delivering it..."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he looked at the Lightning fighter jet, which was silver-gray overall under the light, but had half of its body painted with smoky makeup.

Even though I received the message on the way here.

Upon seeing the fighter jet, he couldn't help but curse out loud: "Damn it, what kind of secret aircraft did Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group deploy to shoot this thing down without even showing its face?"

However, even though it was a scolding.

But the smile on his face was brighter than a chrysanthemum.

"We've encountered a sober pilot."

The staff officer next to him also smiled broadly and said with emotion, "If it were any other pilot, this thing would probably have fallen into international waters."

"Treat him well, don't bully him. He's our lucky charm, an international friend..." The middle-aged man waved his hand and gave serious instructions.

"Don't worry, you'll be treated to good food and drinks, and we won't mistreat you at all..."

Rumbling--

In just forty minutes.

The soldiers then built a hangar and covered the entire Blitz fighter jet.

At that moment, a continuous roar also sounded in the northern sky.

Just a few seconds later, a J-10S two-seater fighter jet emerged from the clouds, came to a steady stop on the runway, and taxied to the designated parking spot on the side under the guidance of ground crew.

Following closely behind, the second and third aircraft, including several J-7 fighter jets, began to land on the airport runway.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

Yuan Li took off his helmet and climbed out of the back seat of the first J-10S fighter jet.

He didn't even bother to change out of his heavy-duty suit; his face was pale, but his spirits were high as he shouted, "Take me to the hangar quickly! Take us there for our F-35 medical check-up!"

The other core engineers, whose hair was turning gray, who were in charge of the aircraft carrier project, also hurriedly got up from the back seat of the aircraft. Ignoring the discomfort from just riding in the aircraft, they all shouted that they wanted to go over and give the F-35 a medical check-up!

soon.

The group went over to the hangar that had been set up, and Yuan Li and the others stared wide-eyed at the Lightning fighter jets that shone with a silvery-gray hue under the lights.

"Chief Engineer Yuan."

At this moment, the middle-aged man who was initially rated two stars walked in, saluted, and whispered, "Headquarters said that their attitude is very strong, and the Huasheng has left port directly... The day after tomorrow, at the latest by 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow, this fighter jet must be returned."

"So, less than 38 hours?"

Yuan Li nodded upon hearing this, his eyes filled with fighting spirit, and said, "Don't worry, we won't sleep for the next two days, but we'll figure this out."

As he spoke, Yuan Li walked around the fighter jet.

Upon reaching the right wing and seeing the marks left by the combined effects of the laser strike and the fuel explosion and fire, Yuan Li stopped in his tracks: "...Was it shot down?"

They were just about to leave work at Shenyang Aircraft Corporation when they suddenly received an urgent message.

They were told that an F-35 fighter jet had landed at Putuo Airport without authorization and that they needed to come over immediately for a medical examination.

The situation was extremely urgent. No one had told them that the thing had been shot down; he thought it had malfunctioned because the other side had crossed the line.

"Whose fighter jet is so powerful?" Yuan Li took a deep breath and turned to ask the middle-aged man.

"The latest fighter jet that Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group is testing."

The middle-aged man did not hide anything: "It was supposed to be a marine test, but a sudden change in the weather caused condensation clouds to appear and expose the problem."

The enemy sent Hawkeye to track this fighter jet, hoping to obtain specific data.

Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) simply turned the tables and shot it down. It is said that from the start of the attack to the capture, they didn't even show their faces...

"Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group's new fighter jet? Are they playing along?"

Yuan Li's eyes widened, and his previously excited expression crumbled: "Holy crap, is Wang Xingguo on steroids? He's so strong!"

They, a group from Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, raced by car and plane, rushing over two thousand kilometers to get here in a great hurry.

Then land and tell him.

The F-35 fighter jet that excited them so much was actually shot down by a Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group (CAC) test aircraft, and it was even a cleverly staged attack... What does this make Shenyang Aircraft Corporation (SAC)? Clowns? Specializing in studying fighter jets shot down by CAC?