However, things like fighter jets will not be sold privately. The more advanced they are, the greater the restrictions.
Yang Wei was also a little confused and looked at Lin Jian: "Bavino won't be knocked out, right?"
"This kid..." Lin Jian, who was standing on the ground, twitched the corner of his mouth.
In the dim sky, the elegant and beautiful dance continued.
A few minutes later, Zhou Hai's calm voice came from the radio channel in the cabin: "General, are you okay?"
"I...still, okay."
In the rear cockpit, Major General Bavino, who was always shrouded by high flight overload, was like a weak and weak girl, pressed on the ejection seat, unable to move, gritting his teeth to maintain the pride of the Argentine Air Force, a former jet fighter. Fighter pilot Honor, replied.
The onboard avionics screen shows that the average flight overload is as high as 8g!
If it weren't for the standard anti-gravity suit and the onboard comprehensive anti-gravity system that offset about 3g of flight gload, Bavino would have been completely knocked out.
Even so, the nearly 4g flight overload also made Bavino extremely uncomfortable, putting him on the edge of his physiological limit.
"Okay, general, the warm-up exercise is over, and we are starting to get into a normal rhythm." Zhou Haiyuan's words came out with a hint of relaxation.
"What?"
Bavino was stunned, wondering if the voice coming from his earphones was fake.
Warm-up is over?
Has this just entered a normal rhythm?
Great God, what kind of monster is this young Chinese pilot who is not even older than his own son?
The 8g flight overload is just a warm-up exercise? !
In the next second, the blue bird, which was dancing a battle dance like a water town woman, suddenly changed its momentum. The gentle and picturesque poetry disappeared, and it became violent and ferocious.
"Boom!" A louder roar spread throughout the sky.
The fighter plane is still the original fighter plane, but its momentum and movements are completely opposite.
Faster, more agile!
This is the prelude to the attack!
From the dance of battle to the dance of killing!
Viscous and invisible airflow flows at high speed from the surface of the Bluebird's smooth fuselage. The protruding canards and main wings with special shapes tear the airflow and generate a pressure difference based on the laws of physics, giving the aircraft a high amount of lift. The flaperons And the vertical tail and all aerodynamic rudder surfaces are used to the limit.
The orange-red high-temperature tail flame is like the tail of a comet in the starry sky, burning away the faint hazy mist.
The Blue Bird, which suddenly changed its momentum and state, exerted its top maneuverability among the third-generation aircraft and performed a stunning combination of air combat maneuvers, completely at its limit.
"God, is this an actual battle?!" Al Fang's accompanying officer, who wore the rank of lieutenant colonel on his shoulder, was stunned and couldn't believe what he saw.
Yang Wei became more and more surprised. He put down the optical telescope, looked at the Alfang military officers not far away, and asked Lin Jian quietly: "Hai Dongqing, Ling's strength seems to have increased a lot."
"Yeah." Lin Jian nodded, a little surprised. It seemed that after the last battle with the F-35, his strength had improved further.
"Saab, how long can you hold on under him?"
"What do you mean by this? Manoor, at least three points... Well, if I really fall into close combat, I can only hold on for thirty seconds. Damn it, this guy started studying air combat when he was pregnant. Really? But I don’t think I will lose to him, now is the world of beyond visual range air combat.”
"Do you think a pilot with such close combat capabilities would be an idiot in beyond-visual-range air combat?"
"God, what is that?!"
In the dim sky, the blue bird performing the dance of killing suddenly changed the posture of the fuselage. After a brief acceleration in level flight, it suddenly raised its proud head, entered an extreme state of high elevation angle, tilted backward at an extremely rapid angle, and presented a short tail. The flying attitude is with the nose in front and the rear, and the fuselage is raised high, just like a cobra coiled up in nature with extremely aggressive characteristics.
cobra!
This is the Cobra maneuver that once shocked the world's aviation industry!
"It's actually a cobra?!"
"The J-10 can actually perform the Cobra maneuver!"
The ground exploded again.
One second later, the Bluebird, which was in the Cobra maneuvering state, quickly pressed its nose forward and returned to normal level flight. After circling for a circle, it turned its nose and pointed directly at the Huangtianba base.
His posture was steady, and the violent and violent aura on his body receded like the tide, becoming as peaceful as a cold pool.
Establish a route, reduce altitude, and obtain permission to land.
The silver-white bluebird landed on the main runway of the base in an elegant and standard manner, wiping out a wisp of blue smoke.
"Showing a cobra, that's right. Wait, this guy must have knocked Bavino off his feet."
Looking at the fc-20s 'Blue Bird' gradually returning, Lin Jian twitched the corner of his mouth, quickly opened the tactical tablet, called the base medical department, and contacted the aviation doctor.
"Hurry up and call the aviation doctor." Academician Yang Wei frowned slightly.
At this time, the team of officers accompanying Al Fang, who were talking a lot, all closed their mouths and stared at the returning Bluebird fighter plane.
Something seemed wrong, and the atmosphere was slightly depressing.
"Buzz!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Bluebird, under the command of the ground staff, steadily parked into the designated parking space, the glass cockpit cover opened, and the ground staff immediately set up the boarding ladder.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
The canopy opened. Major General Alfang Bavino, who was wearing anti-Dutch uniform, looked pale. He quickly went down the boarding ladder, stood on the ground, and reminded the accompanying officers, Lin Jian and others that at this moment , feeling a strong feeling welling up inside his body, he headed straight for the dry grass on the edge of the tarmac.
Then, the body bends, and the whole person shows the most ordinary and direct physiological reaction, releasing all the feelings deep in the heart.
"call……"
Seeing their leader's appearance, all the officers breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was just vomiting, a normal physiological phenomenon.
"It's okay."
Lin Jian breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhou Hai, who was slightly helpless in the front cockpit.
"He asked for it himself. It's not my fault."
Zhou Hai, who was sitting upright on the seat, showed an innocent expression, his face was normal and he didn't react at all.
tired?
nonexistent.
Vomit?
Too far away.
As for causing Bavino to do this, it seems innocent, but in fact, yes, he did it on purpose.
Roll call to experience comprehensive performance and maneuverability?
OK, no problem.
It was the first time he took people to fly into the sky, and he had such special requirements. Zhou Hai must satisfy them, otherwise, how could he be worthy of the distinguished guests coming from afar.
No joke, Argentina is at least 20,000 kilometers away from China in a straight line. Not to mention coming all the way, Argentina has already signed a large arms sales order of US$1.5 billion, making it a proper VIP guest.
Seeing Zhou Hai shrugging and talking in the cockpit, Lin Jian could not hear the words clearly, but he could understand the lip language and shook his head helplessly.
