I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1373: We export the best pilots!
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After learning the content of the contest between Jiang Chen and Mateo, Chemezov's chin almost fell to the ground.
Hold the grass, why do n’t you use your Aurora-20 and someone else ’s sixth-generation machine, you take the MiG-25 that we all threw away? Is it intentionally like not to plan?
Because she was so shocked, Chemezov even forgot to raise the price and directly quoted a cost price. And Jiang Chen was too lazy to bargain, and paid the payment directly. In the end, this MiG-25 was directly processed to the future military industry at the floor price as a test product for comparison with Chemezov Group.
The competition will start soon.
Two planes stopped on the runway.
The MiG-25 is a third-generation machine, so the future military will take the lead. Five minutes after MiG-25 took off, the hurricane fighter took off and started the game of eagle catching chicks ...
Sit in the cockpit of MiG-25, "Bullfighter" skillfully reached out to open the various instruments in the cabin, and then checked the system of the aircraft one by one.
Seeing this scene, Chemezov's pupils on the side contracted.
Until the Matador took the driver ’s seat, he still had doubts about whether the robot could actually drive the MiG-21 into the sky, but now he has no doubt about this, but he is beginning to look forward to it. What kind of tricks can this "electronic pilot" throw at MiG-25 into the historical grave?
Also watching this scene, Matteo ’s lungs are about to explode.
He felt his IQ was insulted.
In my heart, I greeted all the women in Jiang Chen's family. He beckoned and waved at the assistant next to him.
"I want you to end the battle within five minutes! Put their broken robots and arrogance, press me on the ground and rub together!"
As an old antique that is about to be thrown into an airplane cemetery, if there is any advantage to this MiG-25, I am afraid there is only speed.
Remember that there was such a paragraph long ago.
One day, He Rushov visited the Mikoyan Design Bureau and saw the MiG-25. He found the designer and asked, "This aircraft uses so much steel, it is so heavy. [Zero ↑ 九△ Small ↓ said △ Net] How does it avoid missiles? "
The designer immediately lifted the cockpit cover and said: "Dear Comrade H. Rushof, you don't have to worry at all, this is a reflection of the ingenuity of our design! You see, we designed a throttle here. "
On the eve of the Fourth Middle East War in the autumn of 1971, four Soviet MiG-25s were stationed in Egypt for reconnaissance of Israel. Israel ’s most advanced F-4 fighter jet at the time found a MiG-25 in the air and launched an AIM-9 Rattlesnake missile. Then soon, the Israeli pilot saw a picture that would make him unforgettable for life. I saw that MiG-25 opened the afterburner, kicked the throttle, spewed out a string of fire tongues, and slipped directly ...
Yes, just slipped.
In the face of absolute speed, any maneuver, radar or hot lure is the butt.
At that time, NATO ’s air-to-air missiles really could n’t be found to run faster than the MiG-25 ...
Replace the titanium alloy with steel to solve the problem of heating the fuselage, and then use a larger engine to propel this iron pimple to fly in the sky. Mao Zi ’s violent aesthetics pushed the MiG-25 ’s maximum speed to the horrible Mach 3.2 as early as Khrushchev ’s time.
It is no exaggeration to say that if you cut off the wing of this plane, it is a large missile!
By the way, as the fifth generation F22, the highest speed is Mach 2.25 (standard version) ...
Five minutes after the MiG-25 lifted off, the hurricane fighter jet ejected flames, striking the runway with astounding acceleration and pulling the nose up into the sky. The audience standing on both sides of the runway couldn't help but secretly rushed towards this smooth take-off action, this hurricane is definitely worthy of the name of the sixth generation aircraft.
I do n’t know whether the future military industry is arrogant or self-confident, actually using the MiG-25 as the product to crystallize the most cutting-edge technology of Finmeccanica Group. If you use Aurora-20, you may still have a half-point chance, use MiG-25 ...
That's really an eagle catching a chick. 【Zero ↑ Nine △ Small ↓ Talk △ Net】
Unlike the spectators on both sides of the runway, the "Matador" sitting in the cabin has no emotion in the icy wide-angle eyepieces, only some icy data. At the moment when the hurricane fighter took off, the performance of this aircraft was already analyzed by him.
"Retrieving ..."
"Comparison of enemy and enemy strength ..."
"After searching, the odds are only 0.1% ..."
"The best combat plan has been confirmed, and execution will begin."
I did n’t take advantage of the first move to seize the favorable corner of the attack, and MiG-25 flew straight away.
Cameras are built in the cabins of both sides, and the Tianye X1 satellite of Star Ring Trading is in the sky. The pictures of the two fighters are transmitted to the surface in real time. The holographic computer broadcasts the situation in the air to the audience in real time.
When seeing MiG-25, Matteo sneered in his heart.
"Find death!"
The hurricane took off in less than half a minute and easily bit the tail of MiG-25.
Two air-to-air missiles struck. Three seconds before the missile approached the tail, the matador calmly pressed the button to release the hot decoy. I saw a string of sparks spilling from the sky, and the two missiles quickly chased two of them and flew out, forgetting the fugitive MiG-25.
"Your e-pilot is only good at escaping?" Looking at Jiang Chen, Matt Ors sarcastically said.
"Look at it." Jiang Chen smiled slightly, not paying attention to his satire.
Jiang Chen ’s reaction made Matteo feel that he was punching cotton, but when he opened his mouth to prepare to ridicule him, he watched the two fighters gradually starting to pull in. Matteo vaguely felt something wrong.
However, this bad thing is just a flash away, because common sense tells him that this situation cannot happen.
The hurricane still bit the MiG-25's tail, and a shuttle cannon was released from time to time. However, all the missiles were perfectly deflected by the hot bait bullets. Not to mention, this shuttle bullet also hit nothing.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer.
As soon as the speed reached Mach 3.2, the matador suddenly pulled up the joystick.
At this moment, it was completely transformed into a real bullfighter, and he raised a silver cloak to the hurricane behind him. The nose of the MiG-25 pulled up sharply and made an incredible trajectory in the air. The tail and nose changed positions in an instant, and the speed suddenly dropped from Mach 3.2 to Mach 1 below.
"Cobra maneuver!" Almost shouted, Chemezov's eyes widened and shouted, "This is impossible!"
It is indeed impossible.
The aerodynamic layout of MiG-25 is impossible to make a Cobra maneuver. Forcibly pulling up the nose at high speed, the only end is the aircraft crash and death, and the pilot must hang first! However, it happened to be because of the MiG-25, the design of the fuselage made of steel, so that the belly wing of the MiG-25 was not torn off in the first time, the entire fighter was like a dry leaf pushed by the wind, Fly out in the air with a half turn.
The victory and defeat were separated in an instant.
The hurricane fighter, which also accelerated to the limit, penetrated the belly of the MiG-25 when it suddenly slowed down when it raised its nose.
It's just a pity that it uses neither a cannon nor a missile.
It ’s the airspeed tube on the nose ...
No matter how you say, it is impossible to find the "gonggong" airspeed tube.
In a car accident ... oh no, in the face of a machine accident, whether it is a sixth-generation machine or a third-generation machine, the final outcome is the same. The match ended in a tie, but the matador drove a third-generation aircraft, and Finmecanica's hurricane was a sixth-generation aircraft. Sixth-generation and third-generation aircraft had a tie, and they understood that everyone could drive it out.
"No one can beat the Futurian Group in artificial intelligence technology ... I finally understand why the futuristic military industry has not bet on the sixth generation aircraft." Standing beside the airport runway, the Chinese face Man sighed softly.
It is true that the reason does not need to be said at all.
If in the hands of the future military industry, the Aurora-20, which is the pinnacle of the fifth-generation machine, can be transformed at any time and become the pinnacle of the sixth-generation machine. It is dedicated to investing funds and energy to study the sixth-generation machine.
By the dark smoke, the sky fragments fell from above the clouds with the two faint sparks. It was n’t just the wreckage of the MiG-25 and the hurricane, but the little pride in Matteo ’s heart.
Mateo stared blankly at the sky. It was n’t until Nickel, who was standing next to him, poked his arm that he was awake. He moved his stiff neck and looked to the side Jiang Chen.
Although he considered the possibility that the sixth-generation fighter would lose to the third-generation fighter by one ten thousandth, he never considered that it would end up with such a result. The slow motion replay of the last moment told him that the hurricane was still evading the moment it was about to hit MiG-25.
However, at that speed and distance, if you want to avoid excitement, even AI can't do it, only God can do it ...
Especially if the advance has been calculated on the opposite side.
From the beginning, the MiG-25, controlled by the matador, ran away with the "hurricane".
"Actually, you don't have to be so depressed," Jiang Chen coughed lightly, reached out and patted Matteo's shoulder, and said with a smile, "At least we are a tie, and I didn't stand with you ... Cough, make a gamble. "
Almost laughing, Jiang Chen finished the sentence quickly, and quickly walked aside.
Looking at his trembling shoulders, Matteo only felt that his throat was a little sweet, and he almost didn't spit out old blood.
Standing on the other side of the runway, Chemezov stood there like a sculpture, staring at the sky and completely lost his words. Finally, it was the black brother standing next to him that brought him back.
I saw the black brother with a sincere face, poked his arm with his index finger, and looked at him and said sincerely.
"Mr. Chemezov, my friend, I blamed you ... you sold me absolutely nothing defective ... well, the MiG-25 shot down the sixth generation machine just now Here are ten, oh no, twenty are ready! "