The Xianfeng plane quickly took off from the runway and the original crew returned to Heihushan Airport.
On the return trip, the plane flew much more smoothly than Lin Sanqi's. After all, Yang Shufeng and his team were professionals, while Lin Sanqi was not even an amateur.
It was already noon when the plane landed, and some soldiers were cooking at the airport. Field meals were also professional for the troops.
Lin Sanqi hadn't even had breakfast yet, and when he saw the fragrant steam coming from over there, he quickly ran over.
Cook Le Hehe introduced:
"Commander, which one would you like to eat? We have rice and steamed buns here. This pot has pork, and this pot has chicken. If you want vegetables, they're over here. There's also fruit after the meal."
Lin Sanqi looked to the side and saw a basket of apples, each one bright red and particularly tempting.
Lin Sanqi was surprised, thinking that with this level of catering, only Bao'an County could compare with it in the whole country, and no other place in the country, even in the sea, could get such treatment.
Is the Air Force corrupt? Using public funds for food and drink?
This is the information gap of the times. What Lin Sanqi didn't know was that in the 1960s, the Air Force had the best and most abundant supplies in the country, which exceeded the treatment of most cadres.
When the people across the country were starving, the Air Force had no shortage of daily staple foods, fish, meat, eggs, milk, and even imported foods like chocolate.
Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that the Air Force of this era is the chosen one.
This shows how difficult it is for the country to train an air force, which can really be described as tightening the belt.
Lin Sanqi ate happily, but Yang Shufeng and other air force officers and soldiers had no appetite.
Some air forces are studying various parameters around the aircraft, some are looking through operating manuals, and a few have entered the cockpit to make comparisons.
Qian Ruchen looked at Lin Sanqi, who was holding a bowl and chatting and laughing with his leader, and said softly to Yang Shufeng in the cockpit:
"Old Yang, this is bizarre. The exterior of this aircraft is practically identical to the MiG-21, save for a slightly different tail. But the specifications listed in the documentation are worlds apart. I can't understand why."
Yang Shufeng was sitting in the cabin, simulating aircraft operations, and replied:
"This is not the MiG-21. Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about this aircraft. The rear of the cockpit protrudes from the fuselage, which can improve the pilot's rear vision. The rear of the MiG-21 cockpit is flat, like this."
Yang Shufeng gestured and Qian Ruchen nodded. Both of them had secretly visited the MiG-21 abroad, so they were naturally qualified to compare.
"And look, Old Qian, this aircraft's nose is noticeably shrunken, with a shorter nose cone. The MiG-21, on the other hand, has a straight, cylindrical nose with a longer nose cone that practically blocks the air intake. Add to that the wing modifications, and the difference is quite significant. I just don't know what the differences are in configuration and weaponry."
Qian Ruchen still couldn't figure it out:
"So where did this plane come from? I see it's second-hand, so it should be a public model that has flown missions before, but we've never received any intelligence on this model.
And, Old Yang, look, many of the aircraft's parts and hidden areas are marked with Chinese characters, but they're clearly simplified Chinese, unlike our traditional Chinese. Which other country in the world uses this kind of writing?"
This is actually the most difficult thing for Lin Sanqi to explain.
Even if he erased the August 1st logo on the fuselage, the words inside the plane were difficult to erase.
Fortunately, the characters on the J-7 were in simplified Chinese, as traditional Chinese characters were still used in China in 1962. Otherwise, he would not be able to explain it clearly.
Yang Shufeng actually noticed the text, but he didn't dare to think that it was produced by China itself:
"There should be countries that use Chinese characters. I heard that many Chinese people in Southeast Asia use Chinese characters. Maybe the factories they run also use Chinese characters for record keeping..."
Qian Ruchen rolled his eyes. "Do you think Southeast Asians have this kind of technological capability? Could it be from Japan?"
Yang Shufeng shook his head: "The Japanese writing system is different from ours, and the Japanese writing system uses traditional Chinese characters and pseudonymous characters, which has nothing to do with simplified Chinese characters."
Zhu Jun, who had climbed up from the other side, heard the conversation between the two and said indifferently:
"You guys are overthinking it. Haven't you heard that Comrade Lin Sanqi has his own smuggling channels and often helps the country get foreign materials?
I heard from my father that he has a mysterious base overseas where all the developments are high-tech, such as medicine, agriculture, machinery, and even weapons. The key is that the base is composed entirely of Chinese people.
My dad also said that they've researched which country this mysterious base is most likely to be in. Europe and North America have definitely been ruled out, so the most likely location is South America."
Yang Shufeng and Qian Ruchen both asked curiously, "Base? Why is South America the most likely location?"
Zhu Jun saw that this had aroused the interest of his colleagues, so Jingcheng Kanye's temper flared up:
"Haha, you don't understand this, right? Because there are so many Chinese people in South America, and South America is very chaotic, with tropical rainforests everywhere, it's difficult for outsiders to enter, so it's most likely there."
“Oh~~~”
The listeners seemed to understand but not quite. Even the pilots of that period only knew about South America on the map and had never been to the Amazon rainforest.
However, Mr. Zhu is right about one thing. In addition to the large number of Japanese people in South America, there are actually many Chinese people as well. For example, Arthur Chung was elected as the first Chinese president of Guyana in 1970.
From this, it is reasonable to suspect that Lin Sanqi’s mysterious base is in South America.
After lunch, Lin Sanqi rested for a while before preparing to test fly the fighter jet.
The J-7 that came through was equipped with bombs, so Lin Sanqi thought that a mediocre pilot like himself could not demonstrate the performance of the J-7 at all, but he could give everyone a shot to liven up the fun.
Launching a missile is quite simple. There is no requirement for accuracy anyway. Just press a button and the street will be blown up.
However, if it involves the use of weapons, approval is still required.
"Leader Jing, where's the plane? I can only do simple test flights, just flying up and then coming back down. I can't do anything like turns, climbs, dives, rolls, somersaults, ascending turns, cobra maneuvers, or split-S maneuvers."
Leader Jing said with a smile:
"That's no problem. First and foremost, we need to ensure the safety of this capable man of yours. Don't disobey what you cannot do."
Lin Sanqi blinked and pointed at the mountains in the distance and said:
"But, sir, can I fire a missile at that mountain in our country? The most powerful thing about our fighter jets is their missiles. They can lock onto aerial targets. No matter how the enemy flies, once we lock onto them, we can launch a missile and the enemy won't be able to escape."
"oh???"
As soon as Lin Sanqi said this, all the air force soldiers present were excited.
Because the air-to-air combat at that time was actually just machine gun fire, firing at the enemy planes.
This not only tests the pilot's skills and courage, but also involves a lot of luck.
You just hit the vital part and the enemy plane fell down with black smoke.
If you can't hit the vital parts of the enemy plane, it can fly back home in a crooked manner.
It would be awesome if there were a missile that could lock onto an enemy plane, and then just launch the missile, so that the enemy plane wouldn't be able to escape no matter what movements it made, up or down, left or right.
Before Leader Jing could speak, Liu Xingchang excitedly said:
"Fight, fight as much as you can. It's okay if you can blow up that mountain. If someone really asks, we are just blasting mountains and breaking rocks, so we are not afraid."
Lin Sanqi pointed to the other side and asked anxiously:
“Will there be any problems over there?”
Liu Xingchang waved his hand indifferently:
"It's okay. It's all swampy over there, and Soviet tanks and artillery can't maneuver. That's why this section of the border has always been peaceful, and the Soviet army doesn't have any troops stationed there. The most unstable part of the border is Zhenbao Island, so don't worry."
Lin Sanqi felt relieved after hearing this. There were no spy satellites anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Then I'll fly around for all you uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters to see. If I don't fly well, please don't laugh at me. If I fly well, everyone will give me some money."
The people at the scene almost burst out laughing.
Leader Jing kicked him habitually: "Get lost, fly quickly, just fly, don't try to be stubborn."
Lin Sanqi waved his hand. "It's okay. This plane has an automatic ejection function. If there's any danger, it will eject me immediately. Once the parachute opens, I'll be safe."
If the Xian MA aircraft was just an appetizer, the current J-7 fighter jet is the main course. (End of this chapter)
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