Nan Ming Sun Never Sets

Chapter 768

Mike Gausker was a bomber pilot who participated in the World War. He used to fly the B-29 strategic bomber to carry out bombing missions more than [-] times during the war, destroying a large number of ground targets.The bomber squadron to which Gausker belongs has a resounding slogan - "We are justice".

This can also be said to be the best embodiment of the hegemony and hegemony of the American Empire. There has never been an absolute sense of justice and public morality in this world. There are only things shaped by the strong to meet their own needs. And morality constrains one's own actions, so taking out a bag of washing powder can also be described as the deadliest weapon.

U.S. military aircraft have become accustomed to flying in enemy airspace as if they were uninhabited, and dropped deadly bombs with ease.Goske didn't think there would be any difference today, they will be escorted by a large number of F-86s and F-104s to successfully drop the bombs on the Ming soldiers who have no eyesight, and tell them that they have offended the American father? Worst thing they ever did.

"Tower, tower, it is expected to enter the target area in 25 minutes."

"Received, Heavy Hammer 2, keep heading."

Neither Gosker nor the US Air Force Command knew that they had actually been detected by Bai Mingxiu's radar.

Bai Mingxiu set up a large radar station directly on the mountain peak on the side of Changbai Mountain facing Le Lang. In order to operate this radar station, Bai Mingxiu had to ask Luo Wenqiang to temporarily find a group of soldiers with a certain foundation and knowledge Engineers from communications engineering and electromagnetics came and pieced together a makeshift radar station.

In line with the usual routines of the system, all the equipment is equipped with extremely detailed manuals, and the newly born radar soldiers are also extremely responsible, so the entire radar deployment work is going smoothly.

When they found that the radar echoes showed a large number of air targets flying towards them, the radar station immediately notified the air force airport not far from the border.

At this airport, which does not yet have an official name, Bai Mingxiu arranged for 102 Xiaolong fighters, and the Air Force also had 18 J-5 fighters.The airport itself had some camouflage, and also set up a large number of anti-aircraft artillery and missiles, just to ensure safety.

Bai Mingxiu also wanted to disperse the air force in different airports to reduce the possibility of being attacked and the degree of damage, but Xinming really lacks such facilities, and it is not easy to have such an airport.In fact, most of the fighters don't even have a hangar, so they are parked on the runway.

The pilots of the J-5 Squadron have only received their equipment for more than a month, and they haven't been flying for a long time, not to mention that this is a higher standard emergency lift-off, but they have done their best and used the shortest time Take off their warplanes and prepare to meet the incoming US Air Force fleet.

On the contrary, the dragons in Bai Mingxiu's "Player Plan" responded even slower.

Cai Guangkun has already anxiously knocked on the door of Jun'an Mansion on the plane where the sun never sets.

"Uncle Gao, Uncle Gao, come here quickly, we are going to organize a mock battle!"

The door of the room opened, and a bald 50-[-]-year-old man came out with a thermos in his hand.

"What's the matter, it's going to be a simulated battle all of a sudden, what's the point? Can't you arrange a better time for you to play a game? I still have to watch the stock trading show." The old man opened the thermos cup and drank After taking a sip of water, he raised his hand and there was still a string of beeswax and walnut bracelets on his wrist, which were shiny and shiny.

Cai Guangkun was helpless: "Master Gao, our game is not an ordinary game, it is all simulated according to reality, and everything is equivalent to combat."

In the end, Cai Guangkun may have felt that his words were not deterrent enough, so he added: "After all, you earn a salary that is 30% higher than that of an active ace air force pilot."

I don't know whether it is "some equal combat" or which point is the salary. Uncle Gao's whole temperament suddenly changed, and he suddenly became more murderous, just like a real elite of hundreds of battles.

With the resolute face of a soldier, the uncle Gao, who was holding a thermos cup and wearing big slippers, walked in unison, and came to the "cockpit" prepared for him by the company.Cai Guangkun handed the Hud helmet to Uncle Gao. Uncle Gao sat down and began to conduct various lift-off checks very skillfully, as if he was really on a fighter jet.

Uncle Gao's real name is Gao Hongqi. Although he is now an idler with nothing to do and claims to be a collector of low-end cultural games, he was a gold-helmet pilot in the Ming Air Force back then.

Bai Mingxiu doesn't even know where the boys in his company got retired pilots like Uncle Gao, and the era when Uncle Gao was a pilot was the era of flying third-generation and fourth-generation aircraft, so for fighters like Xiaolong Not unfamiliar.

Uncle Gao's job is not only to fly his own plane to fight the enemy in the air, but also to control the AI ​​unmanned Xiaolong fighters of the Golden Horn Kings.

Uncle Gao, who is wearing a helmet in a cool way, is still holding a thermos with goji berries in the holder.Uncle Gao said in a calm voice: "Sword 1 requests to take off!"

Don't look at him as an old health punk, but on the aircraft, Gao Hongqi is a tiger with wings!

The Xiaolong fighter plane soared into the sky, and behind its plane were more Xiaolong fighter planes taking off in formation.At this moment, Uncle Gao inexplicably felt as if he had returned to the army, with the lofty ambition of soaring freely into the sky and entering and leaving the clouds.Even his Xiaolong fighter plane is painted differently from other Xiaolongs. This is a red-bottomed plane with gold rims, which looks very exaggerated, as if he is afraid that others will not know that he is the team leader.

This also makes Uncle Gao feel that he is more cool.

But in fact, in the Xinming plane, Bai Mingxiu would not be stupid enough to let a fighter plane be painted so conspicuously and become a direct target for the enemy.The so-called red personalized painting is simply generated directly using a 3D image on the simulation controller of the plane where the sun never sets, and has nothing to do with reality.

The turbofan engine easily pushed the Xiaolong light aircraft to a cruising speed of more than 900 kilometers per hour, surpassing the J-5 fighter that had taken off before them in one fell swoop.

The first pilots of the new Ming Dynasty who were driving the J-5 looked enviously at the appearance of those Xiaolong fighter jets drawing chic white tracks passing by in the airspace above their heads. The opponent's formation technology and aircraft were much better than theirs. .These pilots still don't know that those Xiaolong fighters are unmanned except for the car of Mr. Gao. They think that a group of outstanding senior pilots are flying them.

"One day, I really hope I can fly a fighter like that!" the young pilot Yan Hua thought silently.

(End of this chapter)