Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Three days later.

"Christmas is almost here, and you should know what this holiday means to us." Pierre was complaining to Qin Yang: "When exactly will your target drone arrive? If it doesn't arrive soon, our people will have to go back. We need to spend Christmas in a big city. We've had enough of this godforsaken place."

After staying here for three days, Pierre had gotten used to it. He could finally speak a complete sentence without an oxygen tank. However, everything he said was a complaint!

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside.

"The target drone!"

"Where is it?"

"Area 18!"

"Good, then it's time for us to do some aerial target practice." Qin Yang said, "Pierre, let's go to the control tower."

The control tower was already bustling with activity, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Old Lin was pacing back and forth excitedly: "Great, it's here, it's finally here. This time, we'll definitely let you…"

"Everyone, has the target drone arrived? Can we take off for target practice now?" Pierre asked.

"Of course, just like last time, your pilot sits in the front seat, and our pilot sits in the back seat." Old Lin quickly said after hearing the translation.

"Your pilot?"

"Yes, after training for this period, our pilot has mastered all the operations of the aircraft. He has also practiced using radar to guide medium-range air-to-air missiles several times. This time, let our pilot have some fun."

"But what if you make a mistake?"

"If we make a mistake, we'll just fly again. We'll pay for the missiles!"

Hearing that the always stingy Easterners were being generous for once, Pierre nodded: "Okay, but regardless of success or failure this time, we need to evacuate the plateau. We want to spend Christmas in a big city to the east! Next time we do target practice, we want it to be in a plain area."

"Okay!"

On the tarmac, a large group of ground crew was busy refueling and loading missiles onto the Mirage 2000, preparing for takeoff. After fussing for a full half hour, the two pilots, fully dressed, entered the cockpit.

Ge Wenyong, in the back seat, was a little nervous. He knew that success or failure depended on this. Whether or not they could blind the eyes of the Indian reconnaissance depended on this time.

Kamala in the front was more relaxed: "Great, after this flight, we can finally go back. This place is simply a restricted area for life. However, I also admire you for being able to be stationed here for so long."

"As long as it is our motherland's territory, there will definitely be soldiers stationed there. As long as it is our motherland's airspace, there will definitely be our fighter jets patrolling." Ge Wenyong replied.

Time passed slowly.

"Excuse me, when exactly will we take off?" Pierre was getting anxious.

"Don't worry, we have to wait a bit for the target drone unit to be in position."

"Where is the target drone now?"

"Report, the Seventh Radar Station reports that the target drone has currently flown to Area 13."

Area 13?

It's already at the farthest point and starting to return?

Old Lin was even more confident: "We'll definitely be able to take off within half an hour."

"Another half hour?" Pierre was a little dissatisfied.

"Pierre, you also know that the target drone unit needs to be hundreds of kilometers away from us. The road conditions here are very poor, and their convoy may encounter unexpected situations at any time during the journey. This is already not easy." Qin Yang comforted: "Anyway, our pilot and your pilot are waiting together. This is the Air Force's most anticipated launch!"

Pierre nodded. He could only wait.

Mukoy, flying in the sky, definitely didn't know that he was the target drone in the mouths of those people on the ground. At this time, he was piloting a MiG-25 reconnaissance aircraft and had already flown past the farthest point, making a large circle to return. During the return, he would pass by several targets. He had to fly over any place where the Easterners had tried to build an airport, so that he could grasp first-hand information.

He looked at the situation at an altitude of 28,000 meters with boredom, thinking about where he should go on vacation after this flight. It had to be a place with beaches!

Ground.

"Control tower calling Lightning, prepare to take off now, fly according to ground guidance." In the control tower, a ground controller who could speak French called out seriously.

"Lightning received, starting the engine now!"

A roar came. If it were on the plains, the engine could reach its maximum speed in a few seconds after starting. However, in the plateau area, after the engine starts, it goes from low speed to medium speed, and finally to high speed. It took a full minute for the engine to complete lubrication.

Kamala released the brakes, and the fighter jet taxied, pulling up at the end of the runway. These days, they had almost always used this takeoff method, which was not as easy as in the plains.

"Control tower calling Lightning, heading 2-7-0, continue climbing!"

"Lightning received."

"Control tower calling Lightning, continue climbing to 20,000 meters."

Pierre frowned. The normal air combat altitude was only a little over one meter. What were they going to do by having their Mirage 2000 fly to an altitude of 20,000 meters?

Just as he was about to say something, Qin Yang secretly leaned over and said to him in English: "Pierre, this is being done at my suggestion. I found that your missile's range is a bit short. The air is thinner at high altitude, so it can shoot farther, which is better to watch."

Pierre nodded: "If that's the case, it's best to let the fighter jet accelerate to Mach 2."

"That's right, that's what I suggested."

Qin Yang's task was to take care of Pierre, while the task of the others was to complete this ground guidance with a super high difficulty coefficient!

At this time, the Mirage 2000 was flying in a southwest direction. On its side, 300 kilometers away at an altitude of 28,000 meters, the MiG-25 was flying over at a speed of Mach 0.9.

The flight paths of the two intersected in the airspace 500 kilometers ahead, which was only about 100 kilometers away from the tall mountain.

Speaking of the MiG-25, some people always talk about the "Mach 3, altitude 30,000 meters" indicator. In fact, the MiG-25, like other fighter jets, can only fly supersonic with afterburners. Its combustion chamber is specially designed to continuously use afterburners, but the 14 tons of fuel it carries, plus several hundred kilograms of alcohol, will be burned out within half an hour.

Therefore, if you want to save fuel, it cannot always use afterburners. Relying on altitude to ensure safety is enough.

After a long flight, Mukoy was a little tired. He glanced at the fuel gauge and calculated in his mind that, according to this consumption, there should still be several hundred kilograms of fuel left when he reached the airport. In case a landing is not successful, he can pull up and fly again.

However, to be safer, he needed to lower his altitude in advance. He gently pushed the control stick, and the fighter jet began to descend slowly.

27,000 meters, 26,000 meters!