Chapter 712: Air confrontation

Yan Liang test flight yard, in the hangar next to the runway.
A dozen pilots sat on the pony, staring sadly at the blackboard opposite. An officer with the rank of a colonel held a pointer and pointed to the trajectory drawing to arrange the tactics, but no one was listening.
"Head of the team, this is not the way to go." A pilot said with courage. "Incapable, the instructor Alsie has said. The enemy is not stupid, and there will be no dogfight in actual combat.
Pulse Doppler radar can filter ground clutter, so low-altitude penetration is useless. People can find us three hundred kilometers away. One hundred kilometers away, missiles are coming over, and there is no chance for J-7. "
The commander's pointer stopped and looked back at the sharp pilot 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 is already the best fighter that can be produced in China, and was urgently pulled to Yan Liang for a confrontation test.
As a result, it was defeated.
The J-7-e replaced the avionics equipment of Britain and Italy, and the effective detection distance is less than one hundred kilometers. The most pitiful thing is that it can only use Thunderbolt-8 missiles, with a range of 15 kilometers.
Even the Thunderbolt-11, which is still under development, only has a range of 70 kilometers, which is completely out of the same dimension as the "Undead Bird" that can hit 150 kilometers across.
"Red" dispatched a squadron, guided by the ground radar station, trying to siege with a desperate tactic of Jihai.
Alsie, who can drive a Tomcat, deliberately became angry, locked their six targets at a distance of 100 kilometers, named them one by one, and ran after finishing.
After landing, Mo Ji will continue to chatter, blocking the door of the dormitory of the'Red Party' every day, and openly provoking: "What tactics do you guys come up with today?"
I tell you, no need to think about it. Hurry up and throw your broken planes into the trash. Your equipment is too bad, you know? Hurry and buy advanced fighters. "
In the 1990s, there were problems everywhere in the system, and the military was no exception. However, the soldiers are somewhat bloody, and in the face of repeated failures close to actual combat, they have to admit that they are behind.
If two annihilates are not possible, just four. Four squadrons will not work. When it is confirmed that the F-7 is not possible, the F-8 will be taken. It turned out that Jianba was worse.
If domestic fighters are not good, they will be imported. Su-27sk, who just got his hands, fought against Tomcat. This situation is better, but it still doesn't work
There was silence inside the hangar, and a pilot came in and took off his helmet and scolded in the direction of the runway: "Isn't it just relying on the awg-9 radar? The radar is great. If there is a radar, my Su-27 can also kill you."
With a few scolds, the incoming pilot slammed the door of the hangar and thumped in front of everyone. After pounding for a long time, he scolded with a cry: "This stinky lady, she deliberately humiliated us on public channels.
Scolded us for not being a man, driving a broken plane with'chondrosis'. She didn't fight me, and she didn't give any chance. She didn't listen to the director's arrangement. The people who scolded the director were stupid donkeys.
She was so mad, nobody looked at her, and she really hated it. It can't be beaten. If this is actual combat, how many times have we all died, how to defend the airspace of the motherland?
This f-14a is also the technology of the United States in the 1960s and has been retired. The f-14d that replaces it is stronger and has better avionics and engines.
But our best fighter, the best pilot, can not beat others to retire. This is how to do? "
This cry of scolding sounded like cursing Alsie, and it seemed like he was scolding himself, but in the end it was full of lament. The atmosphere inside the hangar was heavy, and no one talked.
The commander with the pointer was also silent, unable to think of anything to say. He personally led the team to heaven, beaten down one after another. Regardless of the close combat, the Tomcat has absolute advantages.
After a while, a serious voice sounded from outside the hangar. A white-haired old general brought someone over, and the pilot who glanced at his nose and cried his nose screamed angrily: "Crying and crying, there is no chance, is it just shot down?
You must be glad that this is not actual combat, and even 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. Now that I understand that I am behind, it is better than fighting. "
The crying pilot quickly stood upright, and even all the pilots in the hangar stood upright. Only Alsie followed behind in an American flying suit, and Whistler was whistling.
The old general turned around again, his face changed, and he smiled warmly: "Ms. Alsie, you are bullying me enough."
"Not much bullying, you still hold the idea of ​​"Jixianwan", dreaming to overwhelm the J-6 to win. There is a saying called "bitter medicine, loyalty to the ear", I am beating you for your good what."
Alsie is handsome and handsome. But her mouth is too poisonous, and the phrase "Ji 60,000 years old" prevents the white-haired old general from coming to Taiwan. The other pilots watched the fire in her stomach.
But the fire is back to fire, everyone must admit that this baboon's Tomcat is really powerful. Even the Su-27sk, which was just imported, has far worse radar performance.
It's just that Mo Ji poked the wound to the end, she continued: "You are not only poorly equipped, but also the quality of the pilot. Many people are in good health, but they don't even understand calculus.
A truly powerful air force must have high-quality soldiers and pilots with at least a college degree. But what about you? Pay too much attention to physical fitness.
Only third-rate air force pilots have muscles and no brains. Without ground command, your pilots will not fight.
Your command structure is not good either. One is working and ten are watching. The level of specialization is too low, and many positions are completely a waste of food.
Your entire system is incomplete, there are no electronic warplanes, no early warning aircraft, no fuel tankers, no strategic air transport, and there is only a pile of obsolete garbage. Limited military expenses are spent in useless places, but singing and dancing are pretty good.
At your level, let alone confrontation with the Americans, even the rebellion on the southeastern islands cannot be cleared up. You will either be defeated in the war or you have to change it now. "
The people who Alci said were speechless and sullen. In the past, they still have to argue, but now there is no way to argue. War is the most straightforward exchange. It can't be fought. It can't tolerate too many emotional factors.
Some groups have lived in peace for too long without strong stimulation, and they will not make progress at all. Mo Ji was sent by Zhou Qingfeng to create pressure and excitement. She accomplished this task perfectly.
The old general nodded at her words and asked, "Ms. Alsie, we don't want to make progress, but now we have a lot of difficulties. Can you give some advice?"
Alsie chuckled: "I can't give too high-level advice, I won't listen to you, and I can't implement it. I can only teach you how to fly a tomcat and help you build a tomcat. Squadron."
Training Tomcat pilots?
The old general thought that Alsie would talk empty-handed, or let the country pay for ‘Tomcat’, but he directly helped train the pilot. This is a very real idea.
but
"We have three Tomcats now, but we can compile a trial squadron."
"Who said there are only three? There will be nine Tomcats available for delivery soon. You can really build a squadron of "Red Tomcats".
I suggest you build a blue army. I will be the enemy in the air, and I look forward to tying up all your pilots. Let you know that there is only one way to go without progress. "Computer side::/
The deafness that Alsie said frightened everyone at the scene.
Twelve in total?
Surprised!
The old general’s heart beats, but he couldn’t help but say:
We’re afraid we don’t have that much foreign currency to buy.

Alsie smiled sweetly, "Can you give credit to the Air Force first. We ‘Holy Light’ are interested in long-term interests and also accept other transaction methods.

Everyone inside and outside the hangar was even more pleasantly surprised. This request is like a pie in the sky, it is really difficult to refuse.
The pilot, who was still crying, stepped forward and saluted Alsie and the veteran general, shouting loudly: "Director, Instructor Alsie. My name is Chen Rui, and I applied to join the "Red Tomcat" squadron."