After Becoming a Little Sister

"...Is there something wrong with the instrument in the aircraft?"

"We have replaced the instrument several times, and the original one has also been removed and checked carefully."

"But anyway, the flight time of 17 hours and 22 minutes is too outrageous." The woman in Xuanpao put down her book: "Even the current Zhuxian prototype cannot reach this flight time limit, right? Unless it flies out of the atmosphere, And choose to stay in low-Earth orbit."

"Actually, we can't understand all of this." The old academician shook his head and said, "At that time, we had limited means of observation and could only track with simple radar. After the third test flight, the prototype crashed to the ground. Yes - it had obvious engagement marks on it, but at that time we were pretty sure that the flight area of ​​that prototype was unlikely to come into contact with enemy planes, and that was a safe test flight range."

"Where was the test flight area? Also in Xiquan?"

"No, it's in Lop Nur." The old academician put away his notebook: "The original test pilot was Gong Lu himself. We also asked what happened, but she didn't say anything, her authority is more than we imagined. It's still too high, so if she doesn't want to say, we can't ask anything."

"...Could it be that there are some special circumstances." The woman in Xuanpao looked for a familiar plot in her mind: "For example, time travel?"

"I don't know. I'm used to speaking with data. Without detailed data, I can't draw a conclusion." The old academician said softly: "But she seemed to have foreseen something. She once told me that if there is another one who can resemble her again in the future The same guy who drove that prototype, gave her the numbers."

"Flying prototypes like her -- doesn't the Air Force have such pilots?"

"We have pilots who can test the Zhuxian, but none of them can fly like Lu Gong. Do you know what those test flights are like? After taking off and accelerating, the pilots in the spacesuits can only perform the most basic steering and fly to the Slow down after a certain speed, slow down and land like a rocket re-entry capsule, that's all."

The mysterious robe girl pondered and re-examined the string of numbers.

This number is like a series of grid coordinates for spatial positioning...

"Okay, I still have work to do, so I won't waste your time." The old academician stood up against the armrest of the seat: "It's really hard for you to talk so much to an old man like me."

"...My age is not as young as I look." The woman in the dark robe stood up and smiled, "Maybe I am older than you?"

"But I can see that your mind is still very young." The old academician looked into her eyes: "Many years ago, I had the same thirst for knowledge and exuberant spirit as you, but it's a pity that I am old now."

"There is an old man in the family who is like a treasure." The woman in Xuanpao put away the note and shrugged: "Then when should I be dispatched? Can I go to the Immortal Zhuxian to prepare now?"

"You can go, but if you take off, please wait." The old academician looked at the window view outside the central control room: "Actually, I don't want to see the Zhuxian fly into the sky at this time..."

The woman in Xuanpao stood beside him, looking at the backs of those busy engineers, looking at their anxious and solemn expressions, and understood what the old academician meant.

Taking off the Zhuxian at this time can only mean that the Republic has no absolute certainty and must use all its trump cards—even if this kind of trump card is not a trump card, it must be taken out and tried with all its strength.

"Yeah..." So she also sighed: "I don't want to, but we have to do something - do what we can do."

"After so many years, I still can't understand why you say that when the stars are dim, don't look up." The old academician turned his head to look at him. His eyes, which were slightly cloudy because of his old age, carried profound wisdom, like a dusty orb blooming again. Guanghua: "Is this some kind of symbolic word, or is it a real realistic warning? You actually know the truth, right?"

"...I know." The woman in the dark robe said calmly, "It's a warning...some things shouldn't appear on Blue Star, they come from above the starry sky."

"Is it a threat?"

"If it wasn't a threat, the way they came - as it is now, isn't it a threat?"

"..." The old academician paused and nodded slowly: "I understand, then what is right or wrong about our exploration of the universe?"

"In this day and age, no one is qualified to judge the right or wrong of these things, whether it's you or me, or someone else." The woman in Xuanpao held her hands behind her back, her tone was leisurely, and she didn't seem to be disturbed by these crises. : "These undertakings have gathered the hard work of too many people, and the merits and demerits can only be left to future generations to comment. If you have to ask about your preference, I will express my approval with both hands and feet. You have done a great job."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, let's work together - no matter what the final result is, we decided to choose hope!"

PS: Want to go to heaven?hum (proudly hugging her chest

PS2: continue tomorrow

Section 848 0831 - cutscene CG

Suburbs of Dongshan City · An Air Force Base

Several fighter jets that had just arrived here were asked to prepare immediately, and those pilots who had just gone to the cafeteria to find a breakfast had to run into the combat conference room with their steamed buns in their mouths.

"what's the situation?"

"I don't know, I just got here, how about you?"

"I was urgently transferred last night, and the first order I received was to transfer here."

"I'm rushing like this—cough, cough, water!"

"You eat slowly..."

"I heard that several Ribbon Jis are coming, and the two at our airport are also dispatched."

"Maybe there is a special operation?"

"Are there two thousand air police over there?"

"Two fights, good guy - San Wu Ji is here too, what does this mean?"

Several pilots who knew each other whispered and made it to the front row of the combat conference room, waiting for the briefing of the battle situation.

Someone also looked out through the shutters of the combat conference room and caught a glimpse of the ground service vehicle that had just driven out of the warehouse. One of the pilots hit his partner's waist with his elbow: "Hey! Look at that!"

"what happened?"

"That thing in the car—is that a railgun?"

Hearing that, several pilots approached and looked at the ground service vehicles outside curiously.

The more conspicuous thing on the ground service vehicle is actually the Thunderbolt fifteen air-to-air combat bombs loaded on the bomb trailer, but everyone has seen that stuff before, so it's nothing new.

In comparison, the style of painting looks a bit crude, and it can even be said that it is a special mounted weapon in the shape of a 'semi-finished product'.

You must know that the few pilots sitting here are all active ace cards, and there are only a handful of air force equipment that can make them eye-catching - several of them are also serving as test pilots for cutting-edge aircraft, and some are not included in the list. The special vehicles or experimental weapons on the equipment list belong to the first batch of people who try it out themselves.

"It looks like..." One of the pilots touched his chin: "But this thing is attached to our fighter jet. Who is this going to fight? Dogfight?"

The electromagnetic gun is actually a very magical existence in the current field of air combat.

To say that this thing is useless, it is definitely outrageous-whether it is a terrifying initial velocity or a straight flight trajectory, it is far more threatening than a simple cannon. Where to fight.

If it is said that the dog fight with the cannon is two assassins poking each other with small daggers to test, then switching to the electromagnetic cannon is probably equivalent to a gilded iron gun between the generals, which can be directly pierced.

But the problem is that in the current air combat, there are actually too few opportunities for dogfights, and more are fighting outside the line of sight. Electronic early warning aircraft scan, and then electronic warfare suppresses the field of vision. If you don't see the enemy aircraft, you have to face the enemy's air. Fighting shot.

After all, fighting bullets can achieve dozens of G overloads, causing the pilot to scramble around like a mad dog. Can a normal fighter do it?Texas can't do it.

Only in low-intensity confrontation will people simulate dogfights - the point is not dogfights, but simulations. It doesn't mean to fight, but to declare in this way, 'You're too bad, if I open fire Dried you down' fact.

This kind of competition with each other is actually the normal high-altitude state of big countries today. After all, if an air battle is really going to start, a single fighter jet can be much more serious than the loss of a few fighters on the ground. The more angry' small-scale conflict eventually turned into a local armed confrontation.

Therefore, the major countries are very restrained, and they do not go in after dawdling with each other, but they know that the consequences are serious.

Of course, there are also some major powers that are often beaten, such as an ancient civilization in the Asia-Pacific region, which has an aircraft carrier and the ability to assemble its own modern fighter jets, claiming that it has a long history, as well as its own nuclear bombs, and has a large domestic population. Different ethnic groups live and get along together, but it is such a big country, but it has repeatedly lost in air battles, and even the helicopter that rescued the parachuting pilot was killed by his own people - yes, this is the third brother!

Don't brag, don't make black, Sange is a real dish...

Everyone murmured in a low voice, watching the ground service vehicle head towards their fighter jets, and then they looked back reluctantly.

"I haven't used this thing yet, I really want to try it out."

"Can you San Wu Ji hang that thing?"

"I don't know, it shouldn't destroy the aerodynamic shape, right?"

"I'll let you try it in a moment—come here!"

At the door of the combat conference room, a sturdy man appeared. The logo on his shoulders was two cents and four cents.

"My surname is Mo. You can call me by my code name. My code name is 'Knight'. Today I will explain to you the combat situation we need to face."

This dude doesn't look like a fighter pilot, but a space fighter - the kind of sturdy guy who plunges into the atmosphere alone and rips off all the hands on the opposite side.

But only the driver has a code name, so everyone couldn't help but look at each other, feeling a little bit of absurd sense of inferiority.

These pilots are already top-notch in physical fitness, but physical fitness does not mean perfect figure.

How the hell did this kind of guy come out, it's just outrageous...

It's really hard for them, these proud people in the sky, will have a day of inferiority. Facing the military rank on each other's shoulders, they subconsciously sat up straight, waiting for the other party to explain the combat mission like an obedient student.

Before they came, their combat missions were actually segmented, and they could only get the most basic mission instructions—for example, to transfer to this air base, or to drive a certain type of fighter jet to a certain area to receive supplies, etc. Yes, in the normal mission process, they won't get the next mission instructions even after they lift off. The reason why I've talked about it frankly this time is probably because the meteorite fall incident in Dongshan City couldn't be concealed.

In fact, Dongshan City has now begun to evacuate its citizens, and everything is going on in an orderly manner.

While they were waiting for the mission instructions, Colonel Mo looked at his watch and stopped: "Let's wait a while, you still have a few companions who haven't arrived."

And a companion?

The six pilots present raised their eyebrows almost in unison, and each communicated with each other with meaningful eyes.

Six ace ace, plus a partner, is this really going to be a fight?

There are four Ribbon Ji Weilongs, two Three-Five Ji Flankers, and the two air policemen outside who were apparently also temporarily transiting over [-]. Together, they are capable of forcibly breaking through the defense network of the aircraft carrier battle group... …

After about a few minutes, the whistling sound of the plane came, and they subconsciously looked out the window.

Colonel Mo didn't have any intention of concealing it, and opened the shutters generously to let them see with their own eyes the four Ribbon Jis that landed in order.

"This is... in your district?"

"Well, from the base next door to me, where are the other two?"

"There is one I know. It's an experimental model. It's a resident at Shenhoy in Fengjing."

"What's hanging there?"

"Electromagnetic gun? No, not quite like..."

"It seems to be a laser weapon." Some pilots squinted and looked at the fighter jets flying through the field with their naked eyes, and forcibly wrote down the appearance in a glance.

The vision of these ace pilots is really standing on the top of human beings.

After searching in his mind, he emphasized with certainty: "It's definitely a high-energy laser weapon!"

"have you seen?"

"I've used it - it's just an experimental model at the time, not as mature as it looks now."

"It is indeed a high-energy laser weapon." Colonel Mo's voice came from beside them: "Some of you will mount it later."

The macho pilot closed the window: "These weapons are scattered in several cities in the middle of the inland. In order to make a quick transition, your colleagues all temporarily landed on the highway and mounted them directly. Shipped...I think you understand my subtext."

As soon as these words were said, everyone felt the hidden meaning in the words-the situation was sudden, and the time was urgent.

After waiting for less than 10 minutes, several pilots hurriedly pushed open the door of the combat conference room. They didn't even take off their anti-G suits, and they still held helmets in their hands, sweating slightly on their foreheads in the winter. Bai Yan: "Report——"

"Entry."