Yanliang Flight Test Institute, in the hangar next to the runway.
More than a dozen pilots sat on the pony, staring at the blackboard opposite. An officer with the rank of colonel holds a pointer and points to the trajectory chart drawn to lay out tactics, but no one listens to it.
"Captain, this is not the way." A pilot said boldly, "It can't be beaten, Instructor Arcie has already said. The enemy is not stupid, there will be no dogfights in actual combat.
Pulse Doppler radar can filter ground clutter, so low-altitude penetration is useless. People can find us 300 kilometers away, and a missile fired from a hundred kilometers away. There is no chance for the J-7. "
The commander's pointer stopped, and looked back at the top pilots under him, feeling powerless.
In the hangar is a J-7-E, which flew for the first time two years ago and has not yet been finalized. This was already the best fighter that could be produced in the country, and it was urgently pulled to Yan Liang for a confrontational test.
As a result..., it was a complete failure.
The J-7-E has been replaced with British and Italian avionics, and the effective detection range is less than 100 kilometers. The most pitiful thing is that it can only be used with the Pili-8 missile, with a range... 15 kilometers.
Even the Pili-11, which is still under development, has a range of only 70 kilometers, and it is completely different from the "phoenix" that can reach 150 kilometers on the opposite side.
The'red side' dispatched a squadron, guided by the ground radar station, and tried to besiege desperately by plane and sea.
Arcie, who can drive the Tomcat, deliberately irritated, locked on six of them within a hundred kilometers, called them one by one, and ran after the fight.
After landing, the magic girl will continue to scream, blocking the door of the'Red Fang' pilot's dormitory every day, openly provoking: "You scumbags, what tactics did you come up with today
Let me tell you, don't think about it. Hurry up and throw your broken airplanes into the garbage recycling station. Your equipment is so bad, you know? Hurry up and spend money on advanced fighter jets. "
In the 1990s, there were problems everywhere in the system, and the army was no exception. But the soldier was a bit bloody at best, and in the face of repeated failures close to actual combat, he had to admit that he was behind.
If two J-7s are not enough, four will be on board. If four planes are not enough, go to a squadron. When it is confirmed that the J-7 will not work, the J-8 will be launched. It turns out that the J-8 is even worse.
If the domestically-made fighters are not good enough, they will be imported. Su-27SK, who just got it, fought'Tomcat'. This situation is a little better, but it still doesn't work...
Inside the hangar was silent, and a pilot walked in from outside, took off his helmet and yelled towards the runway: "Isn’t it just relying on the AWG-9 radar? The radar is great. If you have that radar, mine Su-27 can also get you down."
After a few curses, the pilot who came in slammed the door of the hangar, slamming in front of everyone. After beating for a long time, he cursed in a crying voice: "This stinky girl, she deliberately humiliated us on the public channel.
Scolding us that we are not men, driving a broken plane with rickets. She didn't fight us close, and she didn't give any chance. She also didn't listen to the arrangements of the director department. The person who scolded the director department was a stupid donkey, and she was free to play when she launched.
She was so mad that she didn't pay attention to anyone, she really hated it. Can't beat it. If this is actual combat, how many times have we all died, how can we defend the airspace of the motherland
This F-14A is still American technology in the 1960s and is about to be retired. The F-14D that replaces it is stronger, with better avionics and engines.
But our best fighters, our best pilots, can't beat people who are about to retire. This is how to do? "
This crying curse sounded cursing Arcie, as if cursing herself, but in the end it was full of lamentation. The atmosphere in the hangar is already heavy, and no one talks anymore.
The captain holding the pointer was also silent, unable to think of anything to say. He personally led the team to heaven and was beaten down one after another. Regardless of distance and close combat, the'Tomcat' has an absolute advantage.
After a while, a serious voice rang from outside the hangar. A white-haired old general brought people over, glanced at the crying pilot, and shouted angrily: "Weeping and crying are not good enough, isn't it just being shot down
You have to be thankful that this is not actual combat, and even glad 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's better to understand that you are behind now than to understand when you really fight. "
The crying pilot hurriedly stood at attention, and even all the pilots in the hangar stood up solemnly. Only Arce followed behind in an American flight suit, whistling in a whistle.
The old general turned his head again, his face changed, and he smiled warmly: "Ms. Arcie, you can bully my subordinates miserably."
"You don’t get bullied much. You still have the idea of'Jian Liu Wansui', and dream of building an overwhelming J Liu to win. There is a saying called'Bitter mouth, good medicine, loyalty against ears.' what."
Arcie is brave and handsome. But her mouth was too poisonous, and the phrase'Jian Liu Wansui' prevented the old white-haired general from coming to Taiwan. The other pilots watched the fire in her stomach even more.
But the fire is back to fire, everyone has to admit that this foreign girl's "Tomcat" is really amazing. Even the newly imported Su-27SK, its radar performance is far inferior.
It’s just that Mo Ji’s prick at the wound is a prick to the end, she continued: "You are not only poorly equipped, but the quality of the pilot 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 highly-qualified soldiers, with pilots at least undergraduate. But what about you guys? Too much attention to physical fitness.
Only the pilots of the third-rate Air Force have no muscles and brains. Without ground command, your pilots would not be able to fight.
Your command organization is not good either, it is stiff and awkward. One is working, and ten are watching. The level of specialization is too low, and many positions are a waste of food.
Your entire system is incomplete. There is no electronic warfare, no early warning aircraft, no tanker, no strategic airlift, just a pile of obsolete garbage. The limited military expenditure is spent on useless places, and singing and dancing are pretty good-looking.
At your level, let alone confrontation with the Americans, even the rebellion on the southeastern islands can't be dealt with. Either you were defeated in the war, or you have to change now. "
Everyone who said what Arcie said was speechless and embarrassed. They had to argue in the past, but now they can’t argue. 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 in peace for too long without any strong stimulation, and they will not make any progress at all. Mo Ji was sent by Zhou Qingfeng to create pressure and excitement, and she completed this task perfectly.
The old general nodded at what she said, and asked back: "Ms. Arcie, we don't want to make progress, but now there are many difficulties. Can you give me some suggestions?"
Arcie sneered and said: "I can't give you high-level advice. I won't listen to it if I give it to you, and you can't implement it. I can only teach you how to fly a Tomcat and help you build a Tomcat. Squadron."
Train the'Tomcat' pilot
The veteran general thought that Arcie would talk about it or ask the country to pay for the "Tomcat", but it was a very real idea to directly help train the pilots.
But...
"We now have three Tomcats, but we can organize a trial squadron."
"Who said there are only three? There will be nine'Tomcats' to be delivered soon. You can make a genuine'Red Tomcat' fighter squadron.
I suggest that you set up a blue army unit. I will serve as the enemy in the air. I am looking forward to torturing all your pilots. Let you know that if you don't make progress, there is only one dead end. "
Arcie said so shockingly that everyone on the scene was shocked.
Twelve in total
Surprised!
The old general's heartbeat thumped and throbbed, but he couldn't help saying: "We probably don't have so much foreign exchange to buy."
Arcie smiled sweetly, "I can give your air force on credit first. Our'Holy Light' is interested in long-term interests, and we also accept other trading methods."
Everyone inside and outside the hangar was even more pleasantly surprised. This request was like a pie in the sky, and it was hard to refuse.
The pilot who was still crying just stepped forward, raised his hand in salute to Arcie and the old general, and shouted: "Chief, Instructor Arcie. My name is Chen Rui, and I apply to join the Red Tomcat squadron."