In the hangar of the air crew, the J-18 "Red Eagle" was placed next to the "Monster" prototype and model, replacing Lin Mo's original J-10. Almost all of its upkeep and maintenance
All work is done personally by Lin Mo, who has served as deputy team leader.
Just like a real knight, only by maintaining his own weapons with his own hands and cultivating a certain mysterious sense of tacit understanding in a subtle way can he bring out the maximum combat effectiveness of his weapons.
The death of his "ex-girlfriend" J-10 made Lin Mo feel regretful for a while. He got some comfort from his mistress "Mustang" who was fostered in the South China Sea Fleet, as well as his little lover on board the No. 83 aircraft carrier training ship "Shi Lang"
"Dark Halberd" also gave Lin Mo a new experience.
However, the eldest wife "Monster" is still the fighter that Lin Mo has put the most thought into. Although it is not fully formed, every part is striven for excellence. For all metal parts, Lin Mo requires gold coins to use the most perfect formula and the best.
Materials, the highest processing precision, even made by the golden dragon himself. Even if aerodynamics and other unloaded parts are not taken into account, the performance of its body is enough to rank first among the most advanced fighter jets at present. It is not a single one.
Manufacturers can all reach the level of processing of gold dragons.
The hangar has a complete range of equipment on site, including maintenance equipment from Chengdu Aircraft, Shenyang Aircraft, and Lin Mo’s own customized equipment. In the past few days when Lin Mo was away, it has been a split robot controlled by gold coins.
In charge of maintenance work, the manipulator managed by the computer can automatically perform adjustments and maintenance. Although Lin Mo is the only one, the on-site equipment is as efficient as twenty professional mechanics.
Everyone in the "Dark Night" base has long been accustomed to the various advanced equipment distributed to them by the domestic equipment research and development department, and has extremely high immunity to any novelty.
Even the addition of a self-made robot to the air crew did not cause too much surprise. This novelty has also appeared in the base, but it is not as elaborate as Lin Mo's. It is even in a certain warehouse.
In the corner, there is also a stupid, clumsy, and extremely crude individual mobile armor left over from the old man who has retired.
From the Paris-Le Bourget International Aerospace Exhibition, Lin Mo gained a lot. By scratching around here and there, he actually made a fortune from the Sukhoi company.
Jin Coin spent a lot of effort on this in the past few days, replenishing many data storage chips, and then backed up the collected data.
Taking the time to open an email, Lin Mo sneered as it was still empty.
Lockheed Martin still refused to submit obediently, as Lin Mo had expected.
There are only a handful of behemoths in the international aviation industry who will surrender obediently to a small pilot. How can they learn to be obedient if they don't deal with it a few times?
As long as he finds an opportunity, Lin Mo will not hesitate to trick Lockheed several times.
Looking at the J-18 "Red Eagle" parked quietly in the hangar, painted with matte green camouflage paint, Lin Mo wrote down one improvement plan after another on his tactical tablet.
This is a recent harvest, and he wants to apply it to the J-18 "Red Eagle" and "Monster" airframes one by one for debugging.
As an entry-level aircraft design major, every modification step will be recorded in detail. As for the "Red Eagle", I will sell it back to Shen Fei and maybe get some money.
A hilly area near Talogan in Takhar Province.
There is only a patch of rubble here, with occasional moss and low shrubs among the rubble. Except for a few herbivores passing by, the most you can see is the Afghan big-eared fox, looking for edible fruits and rummaging through the rocks. Insects below.
In the northeast, a majestic figure vaguely emerged, which was another Safed Hills mountain near the Hindu Kush Mountains that exposed the sun to the earth.
The air smelled faintly of gunpowder smoke from afar, still pungent.
From the direction where the gunpowder smoke drifted, you can still clearly see several thick black smoke rising into the sky, as if weaving into dense black clouds in the sky.
The enemy attacked from Baghlan Province, with about a thousand men, armed with armored vehicles and heavy machine guns. They launched a surprise attack at night. They got howitzers from nowhere, and they were caught off guard with a salvo.
His head was cut open by shrapnel. Fortunately, he had a Type 81-1 automatic rifle to block it, otherwise half of his head would have been cut off.
His life was saved, but within two months of receiving it, the rifle he valued as his life was damaged, with only the magazine and spur intact.
Nearly a quarter of the brothers fell on the battlefield forever. They were all those damn howitzers. One shell could blast a big crater. Many brothers could not even recover their bodies, even within the killing radius. , the closer to the impact point, the more miserable the death will be.
The enemy's attack was too fierce and there were many people. In the dark night, clear gun flames could be seen everywhere. They couldn't even tell the direction. They couldn't tell which ones were the enemy and which ones were our own. We could only hear our own voices. The platoon leader shouted hoarsely from nearby, and then he stumbled after him. If it was at night, even if the enemy didn't kill him, his blood would be drained.
My head is now wrapped with sterile gauze made by the Chinese, which is very useful. After applying unknown white medicated powder, the bleeding stopped. Thank God, I survived like many lucky people.
Rawali Ugra Ahmadi held the August 1st automatic rifle and a dozen magazines that he had received again, and stared blankly in the southwest.
That's where the enemy came from. After withdrawing more than ten miles overnight, they entered the second defensive position.
Damn it! The defense regiment, which claimed to be no less than the government and military, was actually beaten like this by a group of rabble.
"Ravari, are you okay?"
Rawari Yugra Ahmadi's superior, platoon leader Muhammad Pashtun, looked at his subordinate, a young man who was less than twenty years old, with worry. He was usually an active activist, but now he was He becomes a dull person without saying a word. God bless him, don't hurt his head and don't become a fool.
I heard that Rawali came from a big family and even went to middle school. However, during the Taliban's rule, the family was massacred, and only a few family members escaped, and eventually wandered around in the defense group of the dragoon consortium in Gem Valley. I was a small soldier in the Second Infantry Battalion, earning a living.
I'm so lucky to be alive last night. Muhammad also plans to recommend Rawali to go to the headquarters or take other civilian jobs. If he has studied, he should be considered a literate person. Unlike himself, he is illiterate and just... If you know how to fight and kill, if you are a big-shot soldier, it will not be a pity even if you are shot to death one day.
"Platoon commander, I'm fine!"
Hearing the platoon leader's voice, Lavalli hid in the trench and shrank his head, still staring outside the trench in the direction of the rising black smoke.
That was their position last night. They had the best food, the best equipment, and the most arduously trained defense group in Gem Valley. Last night's retreat would have been so embarrassing, if not for the close proximity of the brothers on the second line of defense.
Of them, maybe not even half of them were able to withdraw.
"It's okay! The sentries will keep an eye on you. Your mission is to rest. It's daytime now, and those guys won't attack you like they did last night."
Muhammad Pashtun nodded, turned around, and comforted his other men. As he walked, he cursed, "How come a bunch of bastards and cowards dare not launch attacks from Kapisa and Parwan provinces?
The attack will be launched from Baghlan Province."
Rawali smiled slightly when he heard the sound. Kapisa and Parwan provinces are closest to Kabul. This enemy attack has the tacit approval and secret support of some important officials in the government. They are gathering in areas close to Kabul. That is not a clear plan.
They broke up with the dragoon consortium that owns four northern provinces and blatantly supported illegal armed plunder.
This is too blatant. It will not only cause the government to lose its prestige, but also cause the Afghan government to lose support from international forces.
How can a government composed of a group of bandits and robbers be honest? Western countries value credibility the most.
Ravali's expression changed when his thoughts turned to this point. Last night's howitzer attack, damn, it was the government army! It was part of the 60 D-30 howitzers given to the government army by the Bosnian people.
These bastards, even if they didn't come to support them, they actually resorted to evil tactics. No wonder the defense group was caught off guard, and the government and military actually colluded with the illegal armed forces.
At this time, a cheer came from the distance of the trench, and it became more and more enthusiastic and loud. It spread quickly throughout the entire second line of defense of the defense regiment like a spark igniting a prairie fire.
“Long live Allah!”
"The enemy's artillery position was taken out. That's great."
"Long live! Good news, all five of the enemy's howitzer batteries have been wiped out."
"It's simply great."
"Captain Aibik sent his personal guard and helicopter gunship squad to launch a surprise attack to annihilate the howitzer position."
"Long live Allah!" Rawali punched the wall of the trench and let out a hysterical roar, as if the lost self-confidence had returned. The defense regiment was indeed not easily bullied.
The sweat and even blood shed during training are in vain.
"Attention, the enemy is coming! Get to your positions! Don't run around."
Suddenly, there were shouts from officers at all levels, and the enemy was coming.
From time to time, fireballs exploded in front of the trenches. This was not because the enemy was too impatient, but because they were using mortars to conduct fire reconnaissance to see if there were outpost fire points and minefields.
What a cunning bunch of guys.
Some small black dots can be seen in the distance, slowly approaching the position, and there are even some jeeps with heavy machine guns holding down the position.