Yanliang Test Flight Institution, in the hangar next to the runway.

More than a dozen pilots sat on the stool, staring at the blackboard opposite with a frown. An officer with a colonel rank was holding a teaching stick and pointing to the drawn track map to arrange the tactics, but no one listened below.

"Captain, this is not a solution." A pilot plucked up his courage, "I can't beat it, Instructor Alcey has already said. The enemy is not stupid, and there will be no dog fight in actual combat.

The pulse Doppler radar can filter ground clutter, so low-altitude penetration is useless. People can find us three hundred kilometers away, and missiles are fired over one hundred kilometers away, and J-7 has no chance."

The commander's instruction stick stopped and looked back at the top pilot under his command, feeling powerlessness surged in his heart.

In the hangar is a J-7-e. It flew for the first time two years ago and has not yet been finalized. This is already the best fighter jet that can be taken out in China, and was urgently pulled to Yan Liang for confrontational testing.

As a result, it was a complete failure.

The J-7-e has been replaced by avionics equipment from Britain and Italy, and its effective detection range is less than 100 kilometers. The most pitiful thing is that it only has the Pili-8 missile, with a range of fifteen kilometers.

Even the Pili-11, which is still under development, has a range of only 70 kilometers, and is completely different from the "Immortal Bird" that can hit 150 kilometers on the other side.

The "Red Party" dispatched a squadron, guided by the ground radar station, and tried to siege the desperate tactical tactics of the sea of ​​aircraft.

But Arsie, who drove the "Tomcat", deliberately angered people. He locked in six of their targets across 100 kilometers, called them one by one, and ran away after the fight.

After landing, the Demon Girl continued to show off and blocked the door of the pilot's dormitory every day, and openly provoked: "What tactics do you guys have come up with today?

I told you, don’t think about it. Hurry up and throw your broken planes into the garbage recycling station. Your equipment is too bad, do you know? Hurry up and spend money to buy advanced fighter jets."

In the 1990s, there were problems everywhere in the system, and the army was no exception. But the soldiers were a little bloody, and in the face of repeated failures that were close to actual combat, they had to admit that they were behind.

If two J-7s are not good, then four will be used. If four is not good, then one squadron will be used. When it is confirmed that the J-7 is not good, then one will be used as the J-8. It turns out that the J-8 is worse.

Domestic fighter jets don't work, so I'll bring in imported ones. The Su-27sk, who just got it, fought with the "Tomcat". This situation is better, but it still doesn't work.

In the hangar, a pilot walked in from outside, took off his helmet and cursed in the direction of the runway: "Isn't it just relying on that awg-9 radar? The radar is amazing. If there is that radar, my Su-27 can also fuck you."

After cursing a few times, the pilot who came in pounded the gate of the hangar and pounded in front of everyone. After pounding for a long time, he cursed in tears: "This stinky girl, she deliberately humiliated us on the public channel.

She scolded us for not men and drove a broken plane with "chondrosis". She didn't fight us in close combat and didn't give us any chance. She didn't listen to the arrangements of the director department, and scolded the director department as a fool, and she would freely play when she took off.

She is so crazy and doesn't take anyone seriously. She really hates her. But she really can't beat her. If this is a real battle, how many times have we died? How can we defend the motherland's airspace?

This F-14a is still the technology of the United States in the 1960s and is about to be retired. The F-14d that replaces it is stronger and has better avionics and engines.

But our best fighter jets and the best pilots cannot beat those who are going to retire. What should we do?"

The crying curse sounded like a scolding Alcey, and it seemed like she was scolding herself, but in the end she was full of lament. The atmosphere in the hangar was already heavy, and now no one talked to her.

The leader holding the coaching stick was silent, unable to think of anything to say. He personally led the team to heaven and was beaten down one after another. No matter how far and close combat, the "Tomcat" has an absolute advantage.

After a while, a serious voice sounded from outside the hangar. A white-haired veteran general brought people over, glanced at the pilot who was crying and shouted angrily: "Crying and crying are useless, aren't it just shot down?

You have to be glad that this is not a real battle, and you have to be glad that someone can point out our mistakes. Whether it is an individual, an army, or a country, it is rare to have a good opponent. Now that you understand that you are behind, it is better to understand than to fight in real life."

The crying pilot stood at attention quickly, and even all the pilots in the hangar stood up solemnly. Only Arsey followed behind in an American flight suit, whistling in a silence.

The old general turned his head, changed his face, and laughed softly, "Ms. Alsey, you can bully my subordinates so badly."

"You don't get bullied a little more. You still have the idea of ​​"J60,000 years old" and dream of creating a vast J6 to win. There is a saying that goes, "A good medicine for your own good words, and a good word." I beat you hard for your own good."

Alcy was heroic and handsome. But her mouth was too toxic, and her words were so 'Six thousand years' that made the white-haired veteran general unable to come out of Taiwan. Other pilots even saw her angry.

But if it is fire, everyone has to admit that the foreign girl’s “Tomcat” is really powerful. Even the newly imported Su-27sk has far inferior radar performance.

But the Demon Girl poked someone's wound to the end. She continued: "Not only are you poor in equipment, but the quality of the pilots is also poor. Many people are in good health, but they actually don't even understand calculus.

A truly powerful air force must have high-quality soldiers, and pilots at least have undergraduate degrees. But what about you? You pay too much attention to physical fitness.

Only the pilots of the third-rate air force are muscleless and brainless. Without ground command, your pilots will not fight.

Your command organization is not good either, it is stacked and built, it is rigid and clumsy. One person works, and ten people are watching. The level of professionalism is too low, and many positions are completely a waste of food.

Your entire system is incomplete, without electronic warfare, early warning, tanker, and strategic air transport, there is only a pile of outdated garbage. The limited military spending is spent in useless places, and singing and dancing is quite good.

At your level, let alone confronting the Americans, you can’t even deal with the rebellion on the southeast islands. You will either be defeated in the war or you will have to change now."

Arsie said so much that everyone was speechless and full of heat. In the past, they had to argue, but now they could not argue. War is the most straightforward communication. If you can't beat it, you can't tolerate too many emotional factors.

Some groups have been living a stable life for too long and will not make any progress without being strongly stimulated. The magic girl was sent by Zhou Qingfeng to create pressure and stimulation, and she completed this task perfectly.

The old general nodded to her words and asked back, "Ms. Alsey, we don't want to make progress, but now there are many difficulties. Can you give me some advice?"

Arsey sneered: "I can't give you too high-level advice, and I won't listen to it if I give it to you, and you won't be able to implement it after listening to it. I can only teach you how to fly the Tomcats and help you form a Tomcats squadron."

Training the ‘Tomcat’ pilot?

The veteran general thought that Arsey would talk about it for nothing or ask the country to pay for the "Tomcats", but it was a very practical idea to help train the pilot directly.

but

"We now have three 'Tongcats', but we can form a trial squadron."

"Who said there are only three? There will be nine more "Tomcats" to be delivered soon. You can create a "Red Tomcat" fighter squadron at real price.

I suggest you build a Blue Army unit and I will serve as the air enemy. I am looking forward to abuse all your pilots. Let you know that if you don’t work hard and make progress, you will have a dead end.” Computer terminal::/

Arsey's words were shocking, which scared everyone on the scene.

A total of twelve?

Shocked!

The old general's heartbeat accelerated, but he couldn't help but say: "We probably don't have that much foreign exchange to buy."

Arsey smiled sweetly, "You can give it to your Air Force on credit first. We 'Holy Light' are interested in long-term interests and accept other transaction methods."

Everyone inside and outside the hangar was even more surprised. This request was like a pie falling from the sky, and it was really hard to refuse.
Chapter completed!