"Shadow has broken contact! Returning to base!" Old Zhao's report came through.
Only then did the long-suppressed cheers in the control tower erupt like a flood breaking through a dam!
Success! They moved with impunity against the enemy's most advanced air defense system! Precise lock-on! Simulated destruction! A clean escape! Radar silence throughout!
Zhang Meng slammed her hand on the table, her eyes welling up with tears. Su Xuan clenched his fist and punched her hard.
Even the usually serious Jiang Feng had a cold smile on his lips.
Wang Tiezhu stood frozen in place, watching the green dot representing the shadow on the screen steadily fly away from the firing range. He then looked at the report from the firing range command post next to him, which read "all is well." The immense shock was like a tsunami crashing into his understanding.
His lifelong belief in the ironclad principles of "radar is king" and "firepower is the key to victory" was utterly crushed in the face of this "satellite + stealth + silence" system!
He looked at Mingzhao, the young man who was still sitting calmly in front of the monitor, as if his victory was just the completion of a problem. His eyes were filled with utter awe and a hint of indescribable shame.
"Perfect...absolutely perfect!"
Zhang Meng's voice choked with emotion, "Comrade Mingzhao, you have created a completely new era!"
Mingzhao turned his gaze from the screen to several newly printed high-altitude thermal imaging photos next to him. These were taken by Youying when she briefly engaged afterburner for tactical maneuvers before simulating an attack.
At the rear of the engine compartment, the orange-red high-temperature patches in the silent damping plate area are more glaring and cover a larger area than during the high-altitude test!
She picked up her pen and, in her notebook, heavily circled the core of the high-temperature patch in red ink below the lines "Material thermal attenuation?" and "Coupled vibration source not completely eliminated?". Then, she wrote three cold words next to it:
Thermal stress cracks?
Just then, the encrypted communicator on Jiang Feng's waist suddenly vibrated.
He walked to the corner to answer the call, and after listening for only a few sentences, his face suddenly darkened.
He strode to Mingzhao's side, leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear, his voice low but carrying a metallic chill.
Mingzhao's fingers, which were holding the pen, paused slightly.
She raised her head, her clear gaze meeting Jiang Feng's sharp eyes in mid-air. There was no surprise, only a chilling, insightful look.
She didn't speak, but simply tapped the red circle and three words on the notebook with her fingertip, and then slowly closed the notebook.
The cheers of victory still echoed in the control tower, but a different, even more chilling atmosphere permeated the corners.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
