Seeking guidance from everywhere, the design of the "Monster" fighter jet that was perfected bit by bit exceeded many people's expectations. Lin Mo unintentionally pulled elites from many different departments and units across China to form a team of unprecedented scale.
war.
I am afraid that any aircraft manufacturer in the world will look at this team with a luxurious lineup.
Many people do not realize that the "monster" is actually the product of the national war. The overwhelming power of the country will have very terrible results no matter where it is placed. For various reasons, foreign intelligence agencies have never noticed this. A person in the industry
Something that is about to hit the streets and has no possibility of mass production does not have much attention value.
Many participants originally thought that this was just a farce on paper. They unconsciously opened up their minds and brainstormed various ideas, as well as bold technical designs.
But I didn't expect that everyone would join forces and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses. The quantitative change would become a qualitative change, and the design of such a fighter jet would be so abnormal. It is not only quite feasible, but also has a lot to learn from.
Even before Lin Mo's genuine "Monster" was completed, individual domestic manufacturers had already produced similar models of technical demonstration experimental machines, and the National Defense Star was one of them.
As we all know, everyone involved in this drawing knows that if they want to fully realize the drawing, they will encounter considerable difficulties. After all, many designs are too bold, and everything is aimed at perfection. Materials, components and technology are all
It exceeds the current affordability of China. Even if Americans want to put it into practice, they have to consider whether their technical background is sufficient.
A drawing that everyone thought was impossible to realize, but someone did it, and the progress was unexpectedly steady, becoming more and more like that. Such courage is not something ordinary people can possess, and even
The senior officials of the country didn't know what they were thinking, but they went crazy with him and directly distributed two precious f119-pw-100 vector propulsion engines to Lin Mo.
It was not until later that some units finally found out that two of the six engines had fallen into the hands of individuals. No one could understand their frenzied mood.
Due to the above reasons, Lin Mo still has a fairly high reputation and popularity among Chinese fighter jet manufacturers and designers.
So many unexpected things happened, it's hard not to recognize the leading designer of the "Monster" drawing.
At the dinner table, Shen Fei's engineer Qiu Zhengjun held Lin Mo's hand tightly, "'Dragon Knight,' we at Shen Fei rely entirely on you for our orders. I'll offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."
Thinking about last year's export orders being taken away by Chengdu Aircraft's J-10, most of them were taken away. Shenyang Aircraft Co., Ltd. is so depressed.
Without a top demonstrator, how can one magnify and demonstrate the excellence of the product?
To untie the bell, you need someone to tie it, and Shen Fei had to show its favor to Lin Mo, who performed a stunning ultra-low-altitude Cobra maneuver at the Zhuhai Air Show.
The senior Shenfei personnel present also raised their wine glasses and signaled to Chengfei's Deputy General Manager Qin, and the two parties exchanged understanding glances.
The J-10's eye-catching performance last time almost caused Shen Fei to starve to death, but Cheng Fei was just the opposite and almost starved to death.
The bosses of the two parties reached an agreement privately, and this time the spotlight of the home court was given to Shen Fei, while Cheng Fei finished digesting the export orders first.
When there is money, everyone makes money, when there is food, everyone eats, and we give way to each other. It is also good to look down and see each other within the Aviation Industry Corporation of China.
The result of the agreement reached by China Aviation’s top management has made the display of Defense Star at this exhibition become the home field of Shenyang Aircraft Co., Ltd. Since there is no main model developed by itself, it will naturally be decided by the big guys in the industry. After all, there is nothing the Defense Star can do about this.
At the same time, Lin Mo's little wings were flapping wider and wider in Afghanistan. Not only the northern provinces, but even the capital of Afghanistan was shaken by the wind and rain.
In Kabul, in a dark and run-down small teahouse, there are only teh tarik with a strange smell and some rough wheat cakes. After the war, Afghanistan has already experienced the 1960s and 1970s, and the prosperity is more like a world. The place of abandonment.
"Rumble, I'm so happy to see you alive."
With deep eyes and a high nose, he was wearing a dirty plaid turban and fluffy hair that was as fluffy as a chicken coop under the turban. He spoke in a deep voice and held up a mottled enamel teapot to the bench opposite him. The other person gestured a few times and sniffed intoxicatedly. The tea was soaked in low-quality brick tea residues that were almost spoiled, and he took a few sips like drinking nectar.
On the side, the boss was waving the tea bowl in his hand as if dancing and pouring tea hard. He still did not forget to shout a few words to the passers-by who passed by the shop from time to time, as if he was juggling, trying his best to show off his skills. Unusual so that you can earn more money to live on.
And the boss's woman, the woman who was covered by a scarf, only showed a pair of black and thin hands, as if she was not afraid of being burned, turning over the wheat cakes in the black mud oven. God knows how much wheat flour content was in these cakes. , maybe it’s just a mud cake that fools people.
Even so, some poor Afghans cannot even afford such mud cakes.
The war has pushed the country to the brink of collapse.
"Alive? Humph!" Rumble, the man opposite who looked dusty and looked like he hadn't taken a shower in months. His face was almost unrecognizable and covered in dirt, said, "Death is not far away."
He stretched out his right hand, and it was shocking that only the ring finger and the little finger were half-mutilated. Half of the palm flew away. The hand was still wrapped in gauze with no visible original color, and the semi-wet pus kept flowing. It seeped out and attracted a few flies, which pounced on it and bitten it.
"I saw it early in the morning, and I said, old man, what happened to you? Did someone chop off your hands? I told you a long time ago, don't do sneaky things again, God will punish you."
The man wearing a plaid turban sounded a little gloating. There are some rural customs in Afghanistan. If a thief is caught stealing something, the owner will cut off the other person's hand as a punishment. Obviously, he regards the other person as having experienced such an experience.
What an unfortunate guy. If he hadn't been short of food and clothing since he was a child, he wouldn't have embarked on this path. Even if he survived and became an adult, he wouldn't have gotten rid of this habit.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I've given up on it a long time ago. Damn it, it's those guys in the north. I didn't know those guys were blessed by divine power. They could be so crazy. Damn it, damn it!"
As if being stimulated, Rumble, whose hand was injured, immediately became excited. He waved his hand vigorously and almost hit the head of the man wearing a plaid turban. He narrowly missed hitting his hair several times, but in the end he did not hit it hard.
In the end, all the anger turned into lowering the head and whispering a curse: "Damn broken gun, inferior weapon, bastard, it can explode. I curse the guy who made you, and his soul will be tortured by the devil forever...
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The man wearing a plaid turban was startled. Surprisingly, it was beyond his imagination. The opponent's hand was actually blown up by an exploding gun.
Exploding the barrel is a very terrible thing. The metal fragments of the gun body are no less than a bomb exploding in your hand. If the fragments penetrate your head, you may lose your life. This is completely related to the god of death.
Play Russian Roulette of Death.
"Poor Rumble, don't be angry anymore. Life will go on. It's useless to be angry, isn't it? God won't give you an extra cent." The man wearing a plaid turban stretched out his hand.
He patted the other party on the shoulder and then said: "Can you still do the job that Mr. Jedin told me? Judging from your appearance, you should have lost a lot."
"Mr. Jardine? Huh, if he hadn't provided this batch of garbage, how could I be like this?" As if his anger was aroused again, Rumble's angry eyes were about to burst into flames, and he stretched out his injured hand again and almost
He was about to hit the opponent in the face and said fiercely: "I have lost a dozen people with this vote. Mali, you bastard must be responsible for this."
In order to accept this business, he had to repay the damage. As long as he had money and guns, he was afraid that he could not find anyone, and those unlucky ghosts would die. However, his own hand was disabled because of this, which made Rumble furious.
choke.
"Okay, okay, Rumble, don't be angry, okay? Man, talk nicely. I want to ask you if you are willing to continue working. If you know Mr. Aden's credibility, there is absolutely nothing to say." Wearing flowers.
Mari, the man in the plaid turban, patted his chest and said confidently.
"Credit? Huh, Mali, let's settle the account first. The original price doesn't count, and the balance will be doubled at least." Rumble changed his previous sadness and anger, opened the clothes on his chest, and put on the other hand
With his intact hand, he took out a scarred pistol from his clothes and half-hidden it.
Even though this is an old-fashioned weapon, it still can't stop it from killing people, especially at such a close distance, it's impossible to even hide.
Mali's expression froze. He didn't expect that this old guy would turn his back on him on the spot. He rolled his eyes and quickly said with a smile: "Easy to say, easy to say, Rumble, my brother, I can understand your mood, okay.
Well, 40% means 40%, I will give it now. Even if Mr. Aden disagrees, I will pay for him. After all, I don’t trust you, so who else can I trust? After all, the business will last for a long time."
Mali had some courage, and without much hesitation he agreed to the other party's request for doubling the remaining balance. Compared with the part he intercepted and swallowed, it was just a small amount. He could still accept it. Seeing the other party's miserable appearance, he just thought that