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As the materials in the storage silo begin to be consumed, the infrared probe at the front end of the AIm-9L is gradually printed.
Because it involves a certain level of technology, the printing speed is far slower than the high-pressure argon cylinder used to cool the photoresistor element.
After all, it's just a steel cylinder and argon gas. Compared to the more common nitrogen gas, argon gas is much more ferocious when cooled.
The faster one is the WDU-17/B type warhead behind the control unit.
Two hundred titanium rods were molded as a single piece, connected end to end to form a metal ring, tightly encasing the high explosive inside.
This is far superior to the warheads of shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles.
The explosion was like an eight-pointed halo opening, capable of cutting a hit fighter jet in half.
Even the cockpits of aircraft like the Su-25 and A-10, reinforced with titanium alloy, would crumble easily when faced with titanium rods made of the same material; ejection is the only way out.
It's just a bit slow, with a top speed of only Mach 2.5. Even a MiG-25 might not be able to catch up with it after a tail-launch, so we'd have to switch to an AIM-120.
It flies fast, up to Mach 4, and once it bites you, it's very difficult to shake off.
Seeing that it would take another 10 man-hours to print everything, Xia Yu logged out of the system, got up, and left the cargo hold.
After the entrance is sealed, the cargo ship will arrive in Konluga in 20 days.
Hopefully, by then they will have repelled the White Hats' retaliatory attack and further weakened their opponent.
"Beep~~"
Watching the cargo ship depart from the port with its horn blaring, Xia Yu turned to look at his crew.
"You should set off too!"
"It's x8!"
Hans and his group split up from Xia Yu.
They boarded a yacht and headed to the high seas, where a Twin Otter seaplane would pick them up.
The original plan was for the data team to go directly to Chungfi, but after refueling, the military aircraft flew directly to Konluga.
Xia Yu couldn't possibly let the other side stop at Jiban's airport to release people, would that mean they would quickly reach the White Hat outpost?
Go back first, and take the Weasel S30 to Chung Fei by land.
This time, they not only want to capture the White Hat fighter jets, but also destroy the enemy's base, making it impossible for them to move an inch in the entire central Afica.
Once the yacht was too small to be seen, Xia Yu left the dock and returned to the truck.
He didn't leave; he waited until the Harrier was ready, then flew it directly back.
This way it's fast, but it can only carry one person; the two-seater F4K can't carry more than one person.
For large numbers of people, transport planes are still the best option; other modes of transportation are not ideal in Europe and Africa.
Xia Yu stored the Blue Fox radar from the truck bed as a component in the hangar, then transferred to a Range Rover and drove away from the port.
These cars are handled by a car rental company. He dressed up as an Asian tourist and enjoyed this rare solo trip while waiting for the cars to be prepared.
Xia Yu raised her camera to take pictures of the landmark building in front of her, then looked away to observe the traffic situation.
Many wealthy people like to buy property in England, but his idea is a little different; he's considering whether to build a safe house.
It wasn't that he watched too many spy movies, but rather that after working in the PMC industry, he genuinely had this need.
Moreover, it's not just England; several important European countries can also be used to establish footholds.
This will make it easier for Xia Yu to come and buy goods, without having to rent a house or car in advance each time.
In addition, stockpiling a certain amount of weapons, food, medicine, and vehicles may come in handy at any time.
The budget for each safe house ranges from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of US dollars, which Xia Yu can afford.
It's quite feasible. Once he's dealt with the white top hat, he'll get started on it.
[Project: Sea Harrier FRS.mK2]
Preparation progress: 22.7%
After having dinner in Chinatown, Xia Yu returned to the hotel and opened the system panel.
His six air-to-air missiles were printed early this morning, followed by the selection and preparation of the airframe, which will take a total of 42.6 man-hours.
This is thanks to the high degree of integrity, but the aging body structure still needs to be reinforced at the molecular level.
Besides the preparation, Xia Yu's FRS.mK2 Harrier still has some potential for modification.
For example, replacing the original Pegasus 11-21 (mK106) engine with the AV8b Pegasus 11-61 (F402-RR-408) would truly increase the thrust to over 100 kN.
As for Pegasus 19, which remains in the research stage in this plane forever, we'll have to see if the system can produce a finished product from a parallel world.
Different branches exist on the same timeline, forming parallel worlds.
Perhaps there exists a world where the Red Giant has not fallen, and Project Yak 141 continues to operate.
Continue to invest time, budget, and the wisdom of researchers until a truly operational supersonic vertical/short takeoff and landing fighter is developed, instead of the subsonic F-35B.
Meanwhile, due to the competition, the other side also developed the mature Pegasus 19, which propelled the Harrier, which had been hovering around the speed of sound, into the supersonic era.
Filled with fantasies about another dimension, Xia Yu drifted off to sleep, while the preparations for the Sea Harrier were progressing little by little.
On the morning of the third day, Xia Yu woke up to find that FRS.mK2 in the hangar had been completely renovated, inside and out.
It just seems like something's missing. He mounted six air-to-air missiles under the fuselage, like giving a Harrier a talon.
This feels more like it!
4 x 87 kg + 2 x 157 kg = 662 kg
The Harrier has no problem carrying less than 1 ton of payload, after all, even in the most fuel-intensive vertical takeoff mode, it can carry 2 tons of munitions.
Next, Xia Yu filled the fighter jet's 2.3-ton internal fuel tank with aviation kerosene.
Compared to the older model, the FRS.mK2 has been upgraded with an aerial refueling capability, but unfortunately, it's useless without a tanker aircraft.
Fortunately, he had a better solution.
After checking out of the room and returning the rented car, Xia Yu took public transportation alone to a seaside town.
British cuisine isn't very tasty, but seafood doesn't really need much seasoning or cooking.
We ordered a serving of garlic langoustines, a dozen Ayrton oysters, a mussel and vegetable soup, and a glass of Highland whiskey.
It's just a simple dinner, but eating like this might easily cause gout, but who cares!
The texture of the langoustines was similar to that of crayfish, and the oysters with lemon juice reminded him of Uncle Jules.
The most delicious thing is tonight's soup of the day. He doesn't really like whiskey, so he prefers it with a large mug of draft beer.
After finishing the meal, it gradually got dark.
After leaving the restaurant, Xia Yu walked alone towards the deserted beach, his clothes having somehow turned into a dark green anti-G suit.
"Whoosh~~"
Release the revitalized Harrier from the hangar, Xia Yu climbed onto the fuselage and entered the cockpit.
Because it is equipped with a downward-facing display, the FRS.mK2 feels more like a modern fighter jet than the Harrier, which uses purely mechanical instruments.
After putting on the helmet, Xia Yu rubbed his hands together, turned on the battery switch, adjusted the temperature knob to wARA, and then lowered the safety lever of the ejection seat.
Although it was my first time flying a fighter jet, all the operating procedures felt like they were etched into my mind, as if I had flown it hundreds of times.
With at least 1,000 hours of flight experience on a single aircraft, this near-ace pilot requests takeoff.
"Waaah~~"
Adjusting the vector nozzle downwards, the engine starts running after a cold start, injecting a large amount of fuel into the combustion chamber.
"Buzz~~"
The fan draws air into the intake duct, removes the air that is diverted to the two front nozzles, and sends the rest into the annular combustion chamber by the compressor.
"Boom!"
The airflow, a mixture of compressed air and combustion gases, passes through a high-pressure turbine to a low-pressure turbine and is then ejected from two exhaust nozzles.
The powerful airflow propelled the more than 8-ton fuselage slowly off the ground, and then the nozzles adjusted their angle again, like a plump sea harrier accelerating towards the dark sea.
10 sections!
50 sections!
100 sections!
200 sections!
Less than 5 seconds after takeoff, its speed exceeded 200 knots.
Xia Yu retracted the landing gear and flaps, and while continuing to accelerate, he glanced at the fuel gauge.
In just a few minutes, nearly 1 ton of aviation kerosene was burned. Even if the oil came for free, it would still hurt to spend so much!
Fortunately, after the speed exceeded 500 knots (926 km/h), the fuel consumption dropped to 22.7 kg per minute.
To recalculate it again, it consumes 183.9 liters per 100 kilometers, which is even more fuel-efficient than the T-64B1M.
Something seems off, but it's a counterintuitive fact that main battle tanks consume more fuel per unit distance.
Once it was clear that it was out of radar detection range, Xia Yu increased its altitude further, piloting the Harrier at near-sonic speeds.
England is about 6,000 kilometers away from Kongluga, and his one-way trip only takes a little over 6 hours by plane.
Xia Yu raised his hand and glanced at his B50 cockpit.
It's only a little before 7:30, I can have a late-night snack when I get home.
This is still the Harrier; switching to the F4K supersonic would only take 3.5 hours, but the runway requirement for takeoff is quite demanding.
On the other side, at the Algieriya Flag Squadron headquarters of the Afica Northern Branch, three pilots had just finished packing their luggage.
They were sent to bomb the headquarters of a rival company, whose central branch had been attacked by those crazy guys.
This is intolerable; we must use cluster bombs to send these thugs to meet their maker.
"Thomas, we have to go."
The oldest pilot urged his new buddy, picking up his travel bag.
"Okay, okay, I'm all packed."
Thomas, the young pilot, was instructed to follow his companions to the hangar rented by their company.
Most of the fighter pilots working for PMC are middle-aged or even elderly.
There are very few young faces, because most pilots stay in the team until retirement.
However, the French military announced the retirement of all Super Echelon fleets before the Lunar New Year.
Pilots in these naval flight squadrons can choose to switch to flying other types of aircraft or retire directly.
Thomas wanted to make more money, and since White Hat had just retired a pilot, the two sides hit it off immediately.
The three Super Etendards in the hangar have completed their pre-flight preparations, with large-capacity auxiliary fuel tanks mounted on both wings.
They weren't carrying missiles or bombs; their only weapons were those two DEFA 553 cannons. They were on a transit flight.
Thomas bent down and stuffed all the luggage into the baggage compartment in the belly of the plane.
After completing their mission, the military flag squadron will remain at the outpost for a period of time to deter any ill-intentioned colleagues in the vicinity.
"Thomas, have you heard? The Mirage F1 from the Mirage Squadron will be operating with us."
The other wingman pilot was a long-time employee of the company, and he had access to more information.
"Is it really necessary? Didn't the operational meeting say that the enemy's only air force is the Mi-24?"
Thomas said he didn't understand.
"Although that company is small, its earning power is undeniable, and the headquarters is afraid that they will hire other companies."
"Close the luggage pod," my colleague explained.
In the 21st century, third-generation fighters are the mainstream, but we can't let all those second-generation fighters go to waste!
Reputable PMC companies all have their own fighter squadrons, dropping cluster bombs one after another over Afica to rake in profits for the company.
These kinds of stories rarely make it into the news sections of mainstream international media because people in the free world don't care about them.
The white top hats are something to be mindful of, even if they are one of them.
Having suffered significant losses, there's no guarantee that some companies won't take advantage of them for money.
The decision to transfer the Phantom F1 to escort the Flag Squadron was made after careful consideration.
They were responsible for ground attack, while the Mirage F1, armed with air-to-air missiles, was responsible for air-to-air attack; everyone performed their respective duties.
"Not only that, there's also a helicopter squadron. They'll be responsible for cleaning up the battlefield."
Bombing inevitably leaves some survivors, but their goal is to ensure that no one escapes.
"What a grand scene, but we won't be able to see it."
Thomas said with some regret.
After dropping the bombs, they had to go back; the Super Etendard's internal fuel was only enough for one round trip.
Although it is a carrier-based aircraft, Whitetop doesn't have an aircraft carrier, otherwise it would be more convenient to attack Konluga from the sea.
"Don't worry, our special forces team will film the whole process. You can watch the video later."
The revenge will be documented and used as internal information to warn every employee.
This loss was caused by the negligence of the company leaders in the middle section. They misjudged the strength of the concentrated fire defense and ruined the entire armored vehicle convoy.
Those are over 200 employees! White Hat has never suffered such a significant loss since its inception.
As they prepared for takeoff, the two stopped talking.
Three Super Etendards emerged from the hangar and took off one after another under the cover of night, flying straight south.
Their journey is half the distance, and they will arrive in Zhongfei before Xia Yu, while another Phantom F1 will depart from the Southern Branch the day after tomorrow.
The operation will not officially begin until the day after tomorrow at the earliest, which also highlights the inefficiency of large companies.
Hopefully, the fire-fighting defense system will not become so bloated as it expands in size.
In the early hours of the morning, Xia Yu flew over the west coast of Afica. Using a Garmin handheld GPS, the Harrier's inertial navigation error was not significant, and it did not deviate from its course.
Once they confirmed they had entered the airspace above Konluga, Xia Yu put on his parachute and gently stroked the fuselage with his right hand.
"Whoosh~~"
The sea harrier beneath him was taken into the hangar, and Xia Yu, with initial velocity, began to move in a parabolic trajectory.
Landing was too much trouble, so he chose to parachute directly.
A few minutes later, Xia Yu successfully landed, released Panhard VbL from the garage, and followed GpS to Bogo.
On the way, he took out his satellite phone and asked Lao Yu to help him get some late-night snacks so he could eat them as soon as he got home.
After flying for more than six hours straight, plus a skydive, Xia Yu lost muscle due to the excessive calorie expenditure.
After more than two months of intense combat, all the fat reserves (extra flesh) he had painstakingly built up were used up. Where can he go to reason with anyone?
"Mole, how's things going on your end?"
Xia Yu then dialed Kuhn's number again.
"An hour ago, three fighter jets landed at Giban Airport."
Kuhn reported from the Zhongfei front.
They were also just arrived today.
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