After shooting down three MiG-21s with its cannon, the MiG-29UBK, with four R-73 missiles remaining, set its sights on its sixth target.
"Puff puff puff"
The fish nest, alarmed by the radar beeping, panicked and released infrared flares.
The MiG-21 only had an infrared/ultraviolet approach warning system installed in later variants; when there was a pilot, it could still rely on visual judgment.
If the drone's two rear-facing cameras fail to detect it, it cannot determine whether it is being locked onto by an infrared air-to-air missile, hence its current behavior.
"So as long as we keep our eyes on the enemy and wait for them to run out of heat decoys, the A1 rack will be ready."
Xia Yu said to Melnichenko, whose heart was pounding in the front seat.
"Now!"
"call out"
hexakill!
The wing commander's personal No. 01 aircraft quickly locked onto the 7th target at the 6 o'clock position. This anti-aircraft fish nest was able to engage a wingman with its twin 23mm cannons.
Since target drones that have been signed off cannot be recycled and reused, the remaining two targets will be decided by whoever shoots them down first.
This is beyond doubt, especially with Xia Yu as the rear-seat pilot. Regardless of whether there is an aerial refueling tanker, it can make your fuel gauge reverse.
"call out"
"Boom!"
The tracer training rounds fired from the twin 23mm cannons, while not lethal, are extremely insulting.
Even in the midst of a chaotic aerial battle, target drones can still retaliate. All they need to do is sacrifice themselves to create an opportunity. For example, this wingman had used up all six of his missiles and wanted to follow Xia Yu's example by shooting down additional targets with his cannon.
"call out"
Otherwise, the only option is to eject and land in international waters to await helicopter rescue.
Old Mei fired an R-73 at the MiG-21, which was dropping chaff and flares at a reduced frequency.
But is that all?
No, they can still shoot down targets.
"Calling 03, this is 01. My engine is low on oil. What is the current status of your engine?"
Fortunately, he wasn't fighting alone. Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole... a weasel was behind him. After hearing the lockout notification, Boss Mei immediately fired an R-73.
The first shot was predictably blocked, but the second shot that followed destroyed the MiG-21.
After firing the last two R-73 missiles from its pylons, the MiG-29UBK turned around without a second glance and flew off at economical speed toward the C-135FR.
The explosion symbolized their achievement of 6 kills, and they still have 3 missiles left.
The problem is, we've had our fill of the Cold War today, but tomorrow we'll be addicted to World War II!
octakill!
After completing the milestone of "eight hearts and eight arrows", he entered a state of enlightenment.
"Knock knock knock"
To be precise, there were still three MiG-21s running around in the sky. However, with the blaring alarms turned off, Xia Yu used the last bit of fuel to carry Melnichenko toward the nearest target drone.
The missile flew less than 3 kilometers before its proximity fuse detonated the warhead, successfully taking down the MiG-21.
As for disengaging from the battle and returning to base immediately, the remaining fuel would only last until Black Point Pier, not even enough for a failed landing and a go-around.
"Off-axis attack, two shots in interval, fire!"
The fuel warning alarm sounded urgently, reminding the two people on board that they had to refuel within 20 minutes.
Even if it was an unfair air battle, the fact that he personally took down six targets and became an ace cannot be changed.
heptakill!
Less than 10 minutes later, when he saw their oil receiving pipe being inserted into the funnel-shaped insertion cone, Lao Mei finally felt relieved.
"Boom boom boom"
Unfortunately, the target drone operator behind the terminal seized the opportunity and caught them by the tail.
That felt good. Even if it cost a million for that one moment of pleasure, it's just money that can be spent anywhere.
"Approaching the warning line, prepare to withdraw from the battle, conduct aerial refueling operations, and then return to base."
Having successfully taken out four targets, Mr. Hoffman had had his fill of fun and all he wanted to do after landing was have a good drink.
Having achieved the 8-star achievement, Boss Mei was both excited and apprehensive. Could they still go back?
So now we have one aircraft left to reach Xia Yu's target.
"Beep beep beep"
"Boom!"
Melnichenko, who was gasping for oxygen, felt a little suffocated. He was on a killing spree, truly on a killing spree today.
"call out"
"Then we're ready to retreat. Call the Ghost Squadron to come and clean up the battlefield."
The fast-paced scene was captured by a CH-4 patrolling the battlefield. When edited together with footage of Super Etnakia following Unit 01, it will be a true testament to the technical prowess of a man who never looks back at an explosion.
The most important chapters of the entire story are World War II and the Cold War. Unlike the Middle East during World War II, which was still a colony, Haman Dan and his people had little interest in it.
However, Director Xia Yu cannot keep up; he will not be taking to the air at all tomorrow.
They lined up to return and land. The last two MiG-21s were taken down by Hamish and Andy using their cannons. They had run out of missiles, and the cannons became their last weapon.
However, the long chase had also depleted their fuel reserves, and they were allowed to land as the first group.
The two MiG-29UBK fighter jets that received aerial refueling were the last to arrive.
"boom"
The arresting hook caught the second arresting cable. Xia Yu turned off the afterburner and waited for it to release before slowly sliding toward the elevator.
Ten fighter jets from three squadrons were sent back to the hangar for routine maintenance in order to be in top condition for the opening ceremony on New Year's Day.
To celebrate the resounding success of the group-buying air battle, the museum will host a celebratory barbecue party on the flight deck.
The pilots in the back seat were all prohibited from drinking, but this rule did not apply to the customers. Boss Mei and Hamish and the others drank freely, and even Xia Yu was forced to drink a glass of vodka.
If it weren't for the fact that more guests were coming, he could have joined in the commotion and gotten his dinner sorted out, but the shuttle boat had already arrived at Black Point Wharf under the guidance of the naval speedboat.
Old Xia also drove his daughter-in-law and sleeping little Youzi to the aircraft carrier.
The helicopter was too noisy, but the speedboat was better off going slowly. The shuttle boat, carrying a family of three, headed toward the anchorage outside Pointe-Black Harbor in the sunset.
There are still four yachts moored here, but the Yas in Laha has been replaced by the blue and white Octopus.
Yes, after sailing for many days across the Atlantic, Paul finally arrived in Konluga ahead of Larry and invited Xia Yu and his wife, as well as Xiao Youzi, to dinner.
The baby is not even a month old yet, but it would be good to let the godfather see him and get to know him first.
The shuttle boat quickly docked next to the waterfront deck at the stern of the Octopus. Xia Yu, carrying her son, boarded the boat first and looked around the open dock, where a submarine named Pagoo was moored, but unfortunately it didn't dive very deep.
However, another unmanned submersible called Octorov can reach depths of 2,800 meters.
Xia Yu was very interested in its robotic arm, but it was really small. If you took it apart and attached it to the Nautilus, it would look a bit like the little chicken claws of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, which made it less practical.
This is also due to the size limitations of the Octopus; its primary function is as a yacht, and only secondarily as an icebreaking exploration vessel.
It is more professional than other yachts, but it still can't compete with professional research vessels, such as Paul's other deep-sea research vessel, the Rvpetrel.
The Haiyan not only carries the Remus 6000 autonomous underwater vehicle, but also the Argus Worker-class RAV4, which is several sizes larger than the Octorov.
Such a large vessel is more suitable for the Nautilus, and if it is appropriate, Xia Yu wants to buy the ship along with the research team that Paul has assembled.
He had previously obtained tens of terabytes of data from the other party, which contained very detailed records of the specific locations of shipwrecks and the condition of warship wreckage discovered since the team was formed.
This gave Xia Yu the idea of forming a dedicated deep-sea scientific research team. However, considering the workload, he thought it would be better to take over Paul's team and research vessel!
His sister not only disliked fighter jets, but also had little interest in ocean exploration.
Rather than having the equipment shut down and the team ground to a halt, it would be better to let Xia take over.
While others might feel the pinch of investing tens of millions of dollars annually, finding the exact locations of these shipwrecks is genuinely useful.
Not to mention, it also conveniently continued Paul's deep-sea scientific research career, which is of utmost importance to a wealthy man whose days are numbered.
"Sherlock, it's been half a year since we last met, and this beautiful lady is Liv. The little one who was still in my belly back then is finally in my arms."
Paul approached the couple in an electric wheelchair and greeted them with a smile.
Unlike the paralyzed Stephen Hawking, he only used a wheelchair to save energy, and stood up as soon as he reached this side of the deck.
"It's been half a year already, time really flies."
“Hello, Mr. Paul. I was in Europe that time and couldn’t go to the United States with you, but Sherlock often talks about you.”
The couple greeted each other separately.
"Oh, I'm not saying anything bad about me. In this final stage of my life, I'm determined to be a good godfather!"
Paul looked at the baby in the swaddling clothes as he spoke. The little guy was sleeping like a pig, showing no respect whatsoever.
"Of course not. You are my senior in collecting. At most, I will use you as an example when I buy low and sell high."
Xia Yu said very honestly.
“That’s good. Not as many people know me as Gates. You have to promote me properly.”
Paul wasn't bothered by this and even asked Xia Yu to intensify his efforts, since his life was starting to end and he just wanted to secure a good reputation after death.
"Boss, the dinner is ready."
The butler came over and spoke to Paul.
"Is that okay? Let's go over there now. I'll take this opportunity to introduce you to two friends."
Paul sat back in his wheelchair and led the way.
Xia Yu had been curious about the friend Paul had mentioned, and today she was finally able to meet him.
After taking the ship owner's private elevator to the upper deck, the group finally arrived at the scenic restaurant located at the bow. The setting sun, slowly sinking below the horizon, was framed into a landscape painting by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
However, Xia Yu's gaze fell on a couple who had already taken their seats.
"This is Jensenhuang, and this is his wife, Lori."
Paul introduced Xia Yu to the Asian man in front of him.
Oh my, isn't this the famous Weasel Boss Huang?
He wasn't wearing his signature leather jacket because of the weather, but having debuted earlier, he was more qualified than Xia Yu to be called the Weasel.
"This is Sherlockxia, along with his wife Liv and son Yuzu."
Paul introduced Xia Yu's family to the real Boss Huang.
"Hello Mr. Huang, Ms. Lori."
"Hello Mr. Xia, Ms. Liv."
The two greeted each other in Chinese.
Xia Yu really didn't expect Paul to invite Nvidia's CEO, Huang.
“I was planning to take a two-week vacation, and Paul invited Lori and me after he found out, which led to this trip to Afica.”
Old Huang took the initiative to explain.
Although his company was in a period of rapid growth, he did not order a yacht like other wealthy people, but riding on a friend's yacht was just as good.
"I hope you have a great time. It's not limited to Kongluga. As long as it's not a war-torn area, I can help make arrangements."
Paul's physical condition only allows him to wander around the vicinity of Komlujah, while Boss Huang and his wife can experience in-depth travel like Lao Xia and Lin Shuqin.
“That’s very kind of you. Paul told me about Mr. Xia’s achievements. When I was your age, I had just founded Nvidia, and Mr. Xia had already achieved such success.”
Old Huang praised the business.
The most important thing for Asians is safety, and Mr. Xia, whose experience is legendary, represents safety in Afica.
With his promise, the couple will have a perfect holiday in Afica without worrying about any risks.
"You flatter me. Compared to you tech entrepreneurs, I'm just a roughneck who can integrate some military resources."
Xia Yu also said modestly.
"But you've also opened up a completely new track, haven't you? Lori and I aren't particularly interested in military equipment, but we're very happy to see it being used in the civilian market instead of for killing."
People in the tech industry generally share this view and are enthusiastic about various charitable causes.
Of course, reputation is one aspect, while tax avoidance is another.
"You're likely to be very busy in the coming week, so I thought I'd experience what it's like to launch an aircraft carrier before I leave."
Mr. Huang expressed his willingness to spend money, or rather, to show his support.
It would be beneath you to simply pay a friend to arrange your travel itinerary and security. You might as well spend a few million to show your support and satisfy your curiosity about sophisticated machines like fighter jets.
He had certainly been to the Paul F. Smith Museum in Seattle to see the air show, but it was just an old-fashioned fulcrum; nothing compared to the combination of carrier-based MiG-29UBKs and an aircraft carrier.
However, while he, a science and engineering guy, was interested, Lori, a science and engineering girl who used to refer to her husband's assignments back then, was not interested at all, unless it was a fighter jet piloted by her husband himself.
This puts Mr. Huang in a difficult position, because not all weasels are like Xia Yu.
In comparison, Liv was quite lucky.
Or perhaps it's true that girls who like weasels are generally lucky; even if they make money, they can maintain their original intentions and remain faithful to their partners.
"No problem, I'll take you flying then."
Xia Yu readily agreed, and at that moment the waiters began serving cold dishes, officially commencing the evening's banquet.
Paul's meals were more in line with the doctor's orders, so their diet was much more normal, including fish, meat, and plenty of vegetables.
Little Yuzu was very considerate of his godfather, waiting until everyone had almost finished eating before he started howling, telling the adults that he was hungry too.
Lori led Liv, who was holding the baby, to the ship's mother and baby room, while the men went to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze.
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