Libi, suburbs of Tripoli
A few hours later, a Lager-3 fighter jet riddled with bullet holes, dragging a long plume of black smoke, landed at the small airport of Tasha Airlines. At this time, there were hundreds of bullet holes in the fighter jet. The landing gear on one side was destroyed, the tires on the landing gear on the other side were damaged, half of the tail rudder was missing, and the self-sealing fuel tanks on both wings were hit several times. The fuel inside had long since drained away. Fortunately, it did not burn. The aircraft There were marks of violent impact on the wingtips of both wings. It was obvious that someone had cut something with the wingtips, or made a slap on it. As for the canopy, there is no trace of it. Even the instrument panel does not know when it was hit by a bullet.
"Victor, damn, what happened?" Tasha ran over and asked Wang Yue with a concerned look on her face. Her eyes were watery, as if she was about to cry at the next moment.
"Tasha, calm down. We had a fight with a group of thieves. It's okay. It's just that this plane seems to need repairs." Wang Yue smiled bitterly. It was not easy. Li Yunlong was fighting to death in Chongqing. For his own sake, Saving Li Yunlong almost cost him his life.
If I hadn't had a large amount of weapons and ammunition in my carry-on space, I might have been beaten to death by a group of Japanese aircraft. Damn it, thousands of DP28 light machine guns were fired from the sky. Do you dare to think about this?
"Damn you bastard, Victor, how many times have I told you to be safe!" Seeing Wang Yue's nonchalant expression, Tasha cursed and rushed towards him, hugged him, opened her mouth and bit her hard. As he went down, tears fell down unsatisfactorily. This man always did all kinds of dangerous things behind his back, thinking that he didn't know about it.
"Tasha, ah, it hurts, let go, be good, let go quickly." Ordinarily, Wang Yue's physical condition shouldn't feel pain, but Tasha targeted his neck and bit the ground. Although it was unlikely to be injured, the pain was felt. Still real.
"Multiple large overload movements in a short period of time, the body frame performed well, the instruments were missing, the hydraulic system failed, the avionics system failed, oh, God, is this using the belly armor plate to block bullets?" At this time, aside, The Mikoyan engineer who arrived with the first batch of planes exclaimed loudly next to the plane. The entire plane was almost smashed into a sieve. There were bullets, cannon fragments, and impacts. There were hundreds of bombs on the plane. The holes are scary enough, but looking at the belly of the aircraft, the five-millimeter armor plate is densely covered with bullet marks. This aircraft must have experienced an air battle during its flight, and it was a fierce air battle, but The question is why no missiles were used in such a brutal air battle? This is unscientific.
"Victor, let's be serious, you have to let me use the next batch of Lager-3 first. Do you think it's okay?" Tasha let go of her mouth, got off Wang Yue, and stared at Wang Yue said.
"Ten? Tasha, don't you look down on this kind of aircraft?" Wang Yue was shocked. He thought Mikoyan was the king, but when he got in touch, he found that these guys were nothing. They agreed to deliver the first batch Fifty Lager-3 training aircraft, but in fact, the first batch of fighter jets delivered to Tripoli was only thirty, and it would take another week for them to deliver the other twenty. Of course, this was mainly due to the war. Mikoyan now wants to help resurrect those mothballed fighters.
"Victor, you know, many of our friends have made a fortune recently by opening small oil refineries. Then, some people began to be jealous. Those friends who have become rich want to buy cheap and deterrent weapons. So I took them to see this kind of aircraft. As you know, the MiG-3 is too expensive, jets are not easy to get started with, and helicopters are too slow, so this kind of aircraft is the most suitable for them." Tasha was actually a little excited as she spoke. No matter what Wang Yue had just done, the actual combat capabilities of this aircraft had been tested. He had already thought about it. This aircraft full of bullet holes would not be repaired. Editor A story, and then it’s just for customers to visit.
"Tasha, honestly, how much do you sell a plane for?" Wang Yue looked at Tasha with a smile. It was a coincidence that this little fox could find business opportunities every time and help him fool him about the origin of these things. .
"20+100, we will pay US$200,000 first, and then we will help them train two fighter pilots and four ground staff. After three months, we will pay another US$1 million, and then we will deliver the aircraft. If we continue to pay the fee, we will We will help them access satellite data links and eventually upgrade this aircraft to the level of 'Super MiG-3'." Tasha had previously felt that the price of "Super MiG-3" was too expensive and its functions were somewhat redundant. After this operation, I found that it was indeed the case. Compared with the flashy and expensive "Super MiG-3", those chiefs and warlord leaders preferred this simple aircraft. At the very least, they were not willing to spend millions. Even if they spend tens of millions of dollars to train a jet fighter pilot, they are not willing to configure an aircraft that is so expensive that they have to spend a lot of money on maintenance every year. The Lager-3 is so good. It can meet most of their needs and can be eliminated. Almost all their worries.
"Well, Tasha, I have to praise you. You are really great, but for the sake of your wallet, I suggest you continue to build your small aircraft factory in Tripoli. After all, it is cheaper that way, and Not all customers need such a good aircraft." Wang Yue used this aircraft this time and was deeply impressed. Compared with those aircraft in the 1940s, this aircraft is too powerful, and its performance is indeed somewhat redundant. If there is a cheaper version with less performance, he will definitely welcome it.
"Okay, I think we can do this, but Victor, don't expect my plane to be cheaper." As she said that, Tasha raised her fist and waved it.
"Of course not. Have you forgotten, do I still have shares in that factory?" Wang Yue said with a smile, not to mention that he did not know how to settle with Tasha in gold. Even if the price remains unchanged, a large part of the money earned is your own profit.
"Victor, how can you bear it? I, a dignified arms dealer, have been reduced to selling small oil refining equipment, but you still want to exploit me. It's really sad, oh!" Tasha raised her fist angrily. I hit Wang Yue on the chest, but it felt like I was hitting an iron plate.
"Tasha, don't make trouble. The misfire rate of the previous batch of 122mm artillery shells is really too high. Do you have any solution?" Wang Yue received another complaint from the Northwestern Eighth Route Army this time. The misfire rate of the 122mm howitzer shells was too high. The rate was so high that in many cases three out of ten shells fired failed to explode. This forced the Eighth Route Army to spend a lot of energy selecting shell fuses and eliminating duds.
"Victor, you have to understand that the probability of artillery ejection problems is not high. The main problem with that batch of artillery shells is the fuse. As long as a new fuse is replaced, it will be no different from the new artillery shell." Tasha hesitated for a moment, then explain.
"Do you have new fuses in your hand?" Wang Yue asked. He still had hundreds of thousands of rounds of this kind of artillery shells in his hand. It seemed that all the fuses needed to be replaced.
"Yes, but you may not be able to accept the price. One of those fuses costs 100 US dollars. This is the price of a lolicon. The ones in our country are more expensive." Tasha spread her hands helplessly. She sold the old artillery shells to Wang Yue. One shot only cost fifty dollars, but a new fuse cost one hundred dollars. She didn't think Wang Yue would accept it.
"Okay, give me 260,000, and let's do the same for future artillery shells." Wang Yue was helpless. The market price of this kind of artillery shells is four digits, and a fuse of one hundred dollars is normal.
"Victor, you are so generous. How are you? Do you have any other needs this time?" Tasha regretted it. With 260,000 fuses, even if the profit is not high, it is enough for the factory to make a fortune, but when she thinks about it, Due to the situation in domestic factories, she gave up this idea. Even Mikoyan began to resurrect and mothball fighter jets. Where could the factory have other production capacity.
"Buy me some grenades, the '67 wooden handle grenades' you got back from Babylon, and give me ten million more." This time Wang Yue brought ten million grenades to Li Yunlong and others for training. Unexpectedly, the quality of these old products from decades ago is really good. At least it is much better than the Gong-made grenades of the National Army. It is light weight, powerful, easy to carry, and simple to use. It is simply tailor-made for the Eighth Route Army.
"Victor, you really don't need to use that thing. I have F-1 grenades in my hand. If you want it, I will give it to you cheaply. If not, I can find you some RGD-33 grenades." Sha curled her lips. Wang Yue started asking for second-hand goods again, but didn’t this guy always want weapons before 1940? When did you even need the Type 67 wooden handle grenade? The last batch of Type 67 wooden handle grenades was obtained by Tasha from a former Republican Guard officer in Babylon. They were very cheap. If she wanted them again, she would have to go to a lolicon to buy them.
"Tasha, be good, help me get some." Wang Yue smiled helplessly, I can definitely bring the RGD-33 grenade, but you haven't produced that thing for more than 80 years, even if you can find it, I won't. Dare to use it, and then there’s that cheating method of using it, which is more complicated than operating a rifle. As for the F-1 grenade, unfortunately, it has innovative design details and cannot be carried around, so he has no other choice except the Type 67 wooden handle grenade.
"Okay, I'll contact them for you. If you really have your Victor, you can't buy something bigger. Small orders like this always don't cover my travel expenses." Tasha pouted, with that look that would definitely kill three people. An oil bottle.
"Don't worry, big orders will definitely come, don't worry." Wang Yue couldn't help but comfort him, but as Li Yunlong arrived in Chongqing, he had not done any big business for several months. If this continues, his business will shrink further.
"Victor, make it right, you can't lie to me!" Tasha's mood turned from cloudy to sunny. What she was waiting for was Wang Yue's words.
