Zhang Meng's voice was not loud, but carried a sense of weariness from years of experience and an undeniable authority.
"Can we build an aircraft capable of shooting down the enemy just by talking? Can we catch up with the enemy's technology, which is twenty years ahead of ours, using only old experience?!"
She turned abruptly, her sharp gaze sweeping over Engineer Li and every technician in the avionics team like a searchlight:
"Look at all these treasures you're guarding!"
She pointed to the pile of bulky, hot, and inefficient old artifacts, her voice suddenly rising, filled with a sense of disappointment and indignation.
"They're heavy! They're slow! They consume a lot of power! They're like lighthouses in the night, telling the enemy where we are! They are the shackles that bind the wings of ghosts! They are accomplices who make us pilots fill that performance gap with our blood!"
Li Gong and the others turned pale and instinctively avoided Zhang Meng's fiery gaze.
Zhang Meng took a deep breath, suppressing her surging emotions, and her voice became deep and powerful again, each word like a heavy hammer blow:
"Comrade Zero's plan is revolutionary! It's risky! But it's also our only hope to break free from our shackles and truly make Ghost a Ghost! Satellites aren't omnipotent! But without them, Ghost is like a hawk with broken wings! It will never fly high! It will never win!"
Her gaze finally settled on Mingzhao, with a resolute determination and absolute trust.
"I approve the plan! Execute it immediately!"
"The entire avionics team!" Her voice was like a military order, leaving no room for doubt.
"Abandon all traditional radar and fire control computer development work! Mission changed!"
"Top priority! Develop miniaturized, highly reliable, and interference-resistant satellite data link receivers!"
"Second priority! Design a simple, efficient human-machine interface that meets the pilots' needs for rapid decision-making! That MFD display is your battlefield!"
"Third! Cooperate with Comrade Zero and the Galaxy project team to establish data links and ensure real-time, accurate, and secure information transmission!"
"I need to see a usable prototype within thirty days! And install it in the Wraith's cockpit!"
Zhang Meng's "final verdict" was like a final judgment.
Li Gong and the others looked as if all their strength had been drained away; their faces were ashen, and their eyes were filled with confusion and immense disappointment.
The "fortress" they guarded was dismantled by the chief engineer himself. The road ahead is filled with unknown fears.
A huge weight was lifted from Zhang Mingyuan's heart, and his gaze toward Zhang Meng was filled with admiration.
This courage and sense of responsibility are truly befitting of the title of "Xuan Ying" (the person in charge of Xuan Ying)!
"Yes... Chief Engineer Zhang."
Li Gong managed to utter a few words, his voice dry and hoarse.
He resigned himself to his fate, but deep in his eyes, a trace of resistance and unease remained that was hard to dispel.
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Deep within the base, in a dimly lit corner of the logistics warehouse.
Old Qian, codenamed "Mole," hunched over, slowly organized the work supplies on the shelves. His cloudy eyes, however, were like the most vigilant radar, capturing every passing figure and fragment of conversation outside the warehouse.
Although the details of the heated argument that just broke out in the avionics lab were unclear due to the distance, the suppressed anger and despair spread like a plague to the vicinity of the warehouse.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Meng's resolute "plan approved" and the order to change the mission were also faintly heard through the internal broadcast.
"Satellite...data link...discard radar..."
A cold glint flashed deep within Old Qian's cloudy eyes.
He astutely captured these key words!
Combining the previous frantic use of special supplies by the materials team, the terrifying commotion of the wind tunnel test, and the bizarre result of the canyon swallowing radar waves... a terrifying puzzle gradually took shape in his mind!
The Chinese are not building an ordinary stealth fighter!
They are building a silent killer that relies on a space-based system and completely abandons traditional detection methods!
This is more revolutionary and terrifying than simple stealth technology!
A tremendous sense of crisis and the ensuing sense of immense value instantly seized the mole!
He needs to obtain more crucial evidence!
Prove the feasibility of this crazy idea!
The value of this intelligence... is immeasurable!
The opportunity came soon.
A young avionics technician, with a long face, walked into the warehouse dejectedly, carrying a large stack of traditional radar design drawings and technical manuals that had just been declared obsolete, ready to throw them into the disposal area.
The drawings still bear traces of heated arguments and tear stains.
"Technician Liu...this is..."
Old Qian immediately put on his honest and taciturn expression, leaned closer, and asked with concern, "So many drawings... do you have to get rid of them all?"
Technician Xiao Liu was one of the most vehement opponents just now. Filled with resentment and indignation, he couldn't help but complain to the usually kind old administrator:
"What else can we do?! Chief Engineer Zhang has given the order! Destroy them all! From now on... from now on we'll fight with the stars in the sky!"
He slammed the blueprints onto the pile of papers to be destroyed in a fit of rage, then turned and left.
Old Qian's cloudy eyes were fixed on the pile of discarded blueprints, like a hungry wolf seeing flesh and blood!
The blueprints themselves are worthless, but those traditional radar designs marked with "outdated," "useless," and "obsolete" in red pen...
This is precisely the most powerful proof of the desperate struggle and forced transformation of China's avionics group! It is irrefutable evidence of the existence of the "Silent Ghost" project!
He pretended to tidy up the shelves next to him, waiting patiently until there was no one else in the warehouse.
Chance!
Old Qian's movements remained slow, as if he were bending down to pick up a fallen nut from the ground.
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