split sky ride

Chapter 279 – Facing the Wind
After 30 years of hard work, even if it is sealed in a constant temperature and humidity environment, mechanical parts will still inevitably undergo stress deformation, plastic parts will age, and even bacteria and fungi will be mixed in, causing irreversible damage to the mechanical body. .

Old David's old buddy F-22 may have a few hours or even a dozen hours of flight life left until it is retired, but after it is placed in the exhibition hall of the Eagle-Nest Private Airport, even if it is well maintained No matter how careful you are, you will eventually lose the ability to lift off.

In the boxes sent to Chen Fei, many parts have been professionally reproduced. With the help of high-precision 3D printing technology, non-metallic parts are easy to make. Even if the cost is high, it is not as high as where to go.

On the contrary, metal parts that require high alloy ratio, smelting technology, processing technology and heat treatment technology cannot be solved by spending money, not even small money. Only the top sovereigns in the world can afford it. David's little pension is far away. Even if the entire private airport and the surrounding farms are sold together, it is still unaffordable.

The metal parts that gave Old David a headache were the easiest ones for Chen Fei.

Throwing away the skills of a few gold-type abilities, the quality and precision of the re-engraved parts are even better than the original ones after being corrected.

Chen Fei used up less than half of the dozen or so boxes brought back by the small transport plane, and finally filled the empty shell of the F-22.

Mr. Xiao, who led the mechanics here to work on the F-22 technical specification, has not even finished the general outline. The F-2 "Raptor" jet fighter in the No. 22 hangar has already entered the pre-flight preparation process. After the fuel and oxygen are exhausted, the mobile power supply and gas supply equipment starts to provide power to the body and high-temperature gas to the engine to assist the heat engine.

The MiG-28 is in the same line as the F-22, and many interfaces and auxiliary equipment can be used in common.

Chen Fei came to the side of the hot F-22, patted the wings, and heard a loud bang. The jet tail of the F119-PW-100 low-bypass ratio afterburning turbofan engine burst into bright orange-red light. The black smoke is sprayed to the rear. At this time, the best combustion efficiency has not yet been achieved, and only the orange-red tail flame and black smoke will appear.

The entire No. 2 hangar was quickly filled with the smell of kerosene after burning aviation kerosene.

The huge roar, which is completely different from that of the MiG-28, attracted the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron, which was on standby in No. 1 hangar.

"Oh my God!"

The deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Irini Lucius looked at the roaring "Raptor" dumbfounded.

"Isn't this the big toy?"

Big Chekov quickly took out a bottle of Erguotou and drank a couple of sips to suppress his shock.

The other pilots all had the same shock on their faces, this is a bit too big!
What Chen Fei was tinkering with in Hangar No. 2 is not a secret. Through the mouth of the newcomer "Sauerkraut" Tempon Schneider who helped out, almost half of the people in the air base knew it. Someone will come to visit and look at it, and even take two photos together.

"I'll go, can this guy really fly?"

"Sauerkraut" Templen Schneider looked skeptical. He watched Chen Fei conjure up this big guy with his own eyes.

The metal that makes up this F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter was moved from the garbage collection station by Tempon Schneider and Chen Fei. It is impossible to guess the origin of this big guy. The predecessor was actually a pile of recycled and smelted alloy rough ingots.

It just so happens that these broken coppers and rotten irons can turn into miracles in Chen Fei's hands.

Chen Fei gestured to the ground crew, and carrying the "Dragon Guard" tactical helmet, he jumped into the cockpit, and the transparent canopy began to close slowly.

Try the communication system first.

"Call the control tower, I'm a 'rookie', applying for a flight mission."

The F-22's original electronic system and communication system are not compatible with today's data link, so the onboard computer and avionics flight control are all new technologies. Compared with the original version, their performance and functions are much more powerful. Non-calls will become chickens talking with ducks, and they are not on the same channel as the tower, and even the most basic communication decoding cannot be realized.

"Dick! This is Maham, tower duty manager, what are you? F-22?"

The duty manager at the control tower had a look of disbelief at the automatically recognized aircraft model.

Does the 911 have this fighter?
Isn't that a model?
Stop messing around, okay?
"Yes, F-22, 'Raptor', number 203!"

Of the two MiGs in the same hangar, one has a painting number of 201 and the other is 202, so the F-22, which is also a jet, will naturally become 203. Chen Fei's voice fell, and the whole body was shining with silver. The white number "203" appeared on the fuselage, which was indistinguishable from the mirror.

"Young people nowadays really know how to play!"

"Devil Pepper" Irini Lucius looked envious!
Chekov looked at the Erguotou in his hand, and suddenly felt that the wine was not good enough, and his jealousy twisted him.

Boss Xiao of the mechanic group and his mechanics ignored the ready-to-go F-22 "Raptor" jet fighters. They still held their work tablets and flipped through the technical manuals. There was a new one at the air base. For combat aircraft, they had to master the essentials of maintenance and repair as soon as possible, and they couldn't leave it all to Chen Fei alone.

If one day Chen Fei is not around, wouldn't this jet be unable to fly?

"Please explain why!"

The control tower team performed the flying procedure like a conditioned reflex, but the duty manager Maham gave his subordinates a time-out gesture.

It's just playing the piano!
This F-911 "Raptor" jet fighter is not included in the aircraft establishment of the 22 air base at all. Since it is not in the flight sequence, what kind of launch plan is required, is that nonsense!

Maham decided that Chen Fei was teasing him, and that the mastermind behind it must be Major Chekhov.

These guys in the "True Fragrance" squadron were really bored. As soon as Hana BOSS left, they started to let themselves go.

What F-22, why don't you get on the airship!
"I saved up an F-22 myself, and I'm going to try it out."

Chen Fei explained seriously.

"you sure?"

Maham stood in front of the ring window of the tower, looking towards the direction of the hangar, but he couldn't see clearly.

"Sure!"

Chen Fei's extremely affirmative voice came to the tower manager on duty through the wireless headset.

Maham took a deep breath and made a difficult decision.

"Allowed to take off!"

snort!If I can't fly, I won't tell you, and all the monthly bonuses of the "True Fragrance" Squadron will be wasted.

The Chekov squadron leader is waiting for the blame. . .

"This is the control tower, 199@03, altimeter: 29.01, within two hours, the weather conditions are good, and takeoff is allowed."

Because it was an autonomous flight and there was no flight mission, the control tower organization gave a set of weather data, the wind was westward, level 3, and the air pressure value was 29.01, which was slightly lower and still within the normal range.

"203 Received!"

Chen Fei gestured to the ground crew, and began to clear the field from the hangar to the apron, and people and vehicles gave way.

Once the aircraft enters the take-off procedure, all activities on the ground will be given priority to the aircraft.

boom! ~
The whistling sound of the twin engines became sharper, the orange-red tail flames turned into blue-blue, and the black smoke turned into blue smoke, pushing the body to start sliding.

"Hey, stop looking!"

Seeing Chekhov's big bear crunching and biting the wine bottle, the short-haired girl Irini Lucius waved her hand in front of his eyes, calling back the spirit of the jealous ghost.

Chekov said with a distorted expression, "I want it too!"

Jealousy can not only twist people, but also pervert them.

"what do you want?"

Irini Lucius frowned, this old man is getting worse and worse.

"Nako... ouch!"

Don't look at the short-haired girl who is small, but a punch to the stomach is quite powerful. She directly beat the big bear into a prawn. Nako doesn't have it, the fist is enough!
The old man has been in the rivers and lakes for more than forty years, and everyone in the world can live up to it, but Da Ji and Danezi can't live up to it. Chekov Squadron Captain is still relentless and never forgets his original intention.

"Sauerkraut" Templen Schneider, "Angelica" Wadiye, and "Perilla" Nadeko Takada, all three newcomers looked sideways at him, good guy, the deputy squadron leader beat the squadron leader, This combat power is really surprising!

The other members of the "True Fragrance" squadron kept a calm face and moved out of the hangar collectively.

It’s just a normal operation. Every few days, Squadron Leader Chekhov will be beaten by Deputy Squadron Leader Irini Lucius. It’s good to get used to such small scenes.

As the saying goes: Hitting is kissing, scolding is love, if love is deep enough to be kicked, it is still not enough to be led by a dog.

"Humph!"

"Magic Changjiao" raised its head and chest, and chased after the members of the "True Fragrance" squadron.

She also wanted to see if the jet that Chen Fei created could take off smoothly, or was it just a big model, a big toy.

"Aw, vomit!"

Squadron Captain Chekov shook his head, spit a few mouthfuls, and came to the gate of Hangar No. 2 resentfully.

The roar of the huge engine whizzed past the main takeoff and landing runway of the aircrew base, and a shiny silver jet raised its nose and rushed powerfully into the sky.

Although the MiG-28 is also a twin-engine jet, its thrust and afterburner are far inferior to the F-22.

"WTF?!"

The duty manager of the tower, who had been skeptical, rushed to the window, stared at the "Raptor" that quickly disappeared from sight after taking off, and then turned his gaze to the direction of the main takeoff and landing runway.

It was already empty there, as if the jet that soared into the sky just now was just an illusion.

However, the thunderous engine roar from the sky and the clearly visible wake clouds and wingtip vortices reminded him that an F-22 had indeed completed takeoff from the main takeoff and landing runway just now.

"203 altitude 1500 meters, direction 45."

The control tower team established an aircraft file for Chen Fei's F-22.

In fact, this kind of operation is not compliant, but as a military contractor's air base, it is not so particular at all.

Even the large three bungees assembled by myself can have files and identification IDs, and now they have assembled an F-22, why can't they create files.

Chen Fei kicked the gas pedal (actually there was nothing under his feet), and gave it a boost, and he received an inquiry signal from other nearby aircrew bases.

"This is 909, please report your identity!"
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　I'm writing the second chapter.

　
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