Yanliang Flight Test Institute, in the hangar next to the runway.
A dozen pilots sat on the pony, staring at the blackboard opposite with a sad face. An officer with the rank of colonel held a pointer and pointed at the drawn track map to lay out tactics, but no one listened.
"Captain, this is not a solution." A pilot bravely said, "Instructor Arcee has already said that we can't beat him. The enemy is not stupid, and there will be no dog fights in actual combat.
Pulse Doppler radar can filter out ground clutter, so low-altitude penetration is useless. People can spot us from three hundred kilometers away, and missiles are coming from a hundred kilometers away, so the J-7 has no chance."
The regimental leader stopped using his pointer and looked back at the top pilots under his command. A feeling of powerlessness filled his heart.
In the hangar is a J-7-E, which made its first flight two years ago and has not been finalized yet. This is already the best fighter aircraft available in the country, and it was urgently taken to Yanliang for confrontation testing.
The result... was a complete failure.
The J-7-E has been replaced with British and Italian avionics equipment, and its effective detection range is less than 100 kilometers. The most pitiful thing is that it can only use PL-8 missiles, with a range of... 15 kilometers.
Even the Pili-11, which is still under development, only has a range of 70 kilometers, which is completely different from the "Phoenix" that can hit the opposite side of 150 kilometers.
The 'red side' dispatched a squadron, guided by ground radar stations, and tried to besiege them with desperate tactics.
But Arcee, who was driving the Tomcat, deliberately made people angry. She targeted six of their targets from a distance of a hundred kilometers, named them one by one, and ran away after hitting them.
After landing, Mo Ji continued to bluster, blocking the door of the 'red side' pilots' dormitory every day, openly provoking: "You scumbags, what tactics have you come up with today?"
I’m telling you, don’t think about it. Just throw your broken planes into the garbage recycling bin. Your equipment is too bad, you know? Hurry up and spend money to buy advanced fighters.”
In the 1990s, there were problems everywhere in the system, and the army was no exception. But soldiers were somewhat bloody, and faced with repeated failures close to actual combat, they had to admit that they were lagging behind.
If two J-7s don't work, go to four. If four don't work, go to a squadron. When it's confirmed that J-7s don't work, go to J-8s. It turns out that J-8s are even worse.
If the domestically produced fighter jets are not good, we will bring in imported ones. The newly acquired Su-27SK will fight against the Tomcat. This situation is a little better, but it still doesn’t work...
The hangar was silent when 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? A good radar is great. If you have that radar, my
Su-27 can also take you down."
After a few curses, the pilot who came in slammed the door of the hangar, making a clanging sound in front of everyone. After beating for a long time, he cursed in a tearful voice: "This stinky bitch, she deliberately humiliated her on the public channel.
us.
She scolded us for not being men and flying a rickety plane with "rickets". She wouldn't even fight with us in close combat and wouldn't give us a chance. She also didn't listen to the arrangements of the director's department and called the people in the director's department idiots.
Play freely.
She is so crazy and doesn't take anyone seriously. I hate her so much. She is really unbeatable. If this were an actual battle, how many times would we have died? How could we defend the airspace of our motherland?
This F-14A is still American technology from the 1960s and is about to be retired. The F-14D that replaced it is stronger and has better avionics and engines.
But our best fighter planes and best pilots can’t defeat others and they have to retire. What should we do?”
This cry-like curse sounded like a curse to Arcee, but it also sounded like a curse to himself, but in the end it was full of lamentation. The atmosphere in the hangar was already heavy, and no one spoke to her now.
The leader holding the pointer was also silent, unable to think of anything to say. He personally led the team to the sky, and was beaten down one after another. Regardless of distance or close combat, the 'Tomcat' had an absolute advantage.
After a while, a serious voice sounded from outside the hangar. A white-haired old general led someone over, glanced at the crying pilot, and shouted angrily: "You're useless because you're crying, aren't you just shot down?"
You have to be happy that this is not actual combat, and you even have to be happy 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. It is better to understand that you are behind now than to understand it after a real fight."
The crying pilot quickly stood at attention, and even all the pilots in the hangar stood up solemnly. Only Arcee followed behind, wearing an American flight suit, whistling carelessly.
The old general turned around again, his expression changed, and he said with a warm smile: "Ms. Arcee, you have bullied my men so badly."
"Don't be bullied more. You still hold the idea of 'Long Live the J-6' and dream of building an overwhelming J-6 to win. There is a saying that 'Bitter medicine is good, but honest advice is harsh to the ears'. I beat you hard for your own good."
ah."
Arcee was heroic and handsome. However, her mouth was too vicious. She said "Long live the annihilation of sixty thousand", which made the old white-haired general unable to get off the stage. The other pilots were even more angry at her.
But fire returns to fire, everyone has to admit that the 'Tomcat' driven by this foreign girl is really powerful. Even the radar performance of the newly imported Su-27SK is far inferior.
It's just that Mo Ji pokes people's wounds to the end. She continued: "Not only are your equipment poor, but the quality of your pilots is also poor. Many people are in good health, but in fact they don't even understand calculus.
A truly powerful air force must have high-quality soldiers, and pilots must have at least a college degree. But what about you? You pay too much attention to physical fitness.
Only the pilots of the third-rate air force have no muscles and no brains. Without ground command, your pilots will not be able to fight.
Your command organization is not good either. It is a stacked structure, rigid and clumsy. One person works, and ten are watching from the side. The level of specialization is too low, and many positions are a complete waste of food.
Your entire system is incomplete. There are no electronic warfare aircraft, no early warning aircraft, no tankers, and no strategic airlift. There is just a bunch of outdated garbage. The limited military expenditures are spent on useless things. Singing and dancing are quite beautiful.
At your level, let alone confronting the Americans, you can't even deal with the rebellion on the southeastern islands. Either you will be completely defeated in the war, or you have to change now."
Arcee's words left everyone speechless and with shame on their faces. In the past, they would have argued, but now they couldn't. War is the most straightforward communication. If you can't fight, you can't fight. There is no room for too many emotional factors.
Some groups live a stable life for too long and will not make progress at all without strong stimulation. Mo Ji was sent by Zhou Qingfeng to create pressure and stimulation, and she completed this task perfectly.
The old general nodded at her words and asked: "Ms. Arcee, it's not that we don't want to make progress, but we are facing many difficulties now. Can you give us some advice?"
Arcee sneered: "I can't give you high-level advice. If I give it to you, you won't listen, and even if you listen, you won't be able to implement it. I can only teach you to fly Tomcats and help you build a Tomcat team."
Squadron."
Training Tomcat pilots?
The old general thought that Arcee would make empty talks, or ask the country to pay for the purchase of Tomcats, but directly help train pilots, which was a very practical idea.
but......
"We now have three Tomcats, so we can form a trial training squadron."
"Who said there are only three? There will be nine more Tomcats to be delivered soon. You can truly build a squadron of 'Red Tomcats' fighters.
I suggest you create a blue army unit, and I will be the enemy in the air. I look forward to beating all your pilots. Let you know that if you don't work hard, you will only die."
Arcee's words were so shocking that everyone present was shocked.
Twelve in total?
Shocked!
The old general's heartbeat was beating fast, but he couldn't help but said: "I'm afraid we don't have that much foreign currency to buy it."
Arcee smiled sweetly and said, "I can give it to your Air Force on credit first. We, the Holy Light, are interested in long-term interests and we also accept other forms of transactions."
Everyone inside and outside the hangar was even more surprised. This request was like pie in the sky and it was hard to refuse.
The pilot who was still crying just took half a step forward, raised his hand and saluted Arcee and the old general, and shouted loudly: "Chief, Instructor Arcee. My name is Chen Rui, and I applied to join the 'Red Tomcat' squadron."