Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

On one side of the flight test center's runway, there was a row of hangars, large and small. At this moment, the hangar at one end was bustling with activity.

A group of people in green military uniforms surrounded a silver fighter jet, their brows furrowed, their eyes filled with worry.

The hangar door wasn't sealed, and the cold wind blew in through the cracks, chilling everyone's faces and hearts.

"It's strange. Our J-7 can fire PL-5s and PL-7s, but not Python-3s. What's going on? Lao Huang, tell us again how it felt when you fired the missile."

Test pilot Huang Dawei said, "At the time, I locked onto the target and pressed the launch button just like when firing any other missile. Then, I suddenly felt the plane shake, and the engine stalled."

The J-7 only has one engine, and an engine stall is very dangerous. However, Huang Dawei was able to fly the plane back each time, which shows his strong skills and even stronger mental fortitude. But the problem remained a mystery.

"Each missile costs one hundred thousand US dollars! We have to find the cause quickly, otherwise, it's too wasteful," Old Tu frowned beside him. "Should we invite Chief Engineer Qin over?"

"What does Chief Engineer Qin know? Chief Engineer Qin isn't a professional aircraft designer..."

"Lao Wang, I don't agree with that. There's nothing Chief Engineer Qin can't do! Except for giving birth... No, if Chief Engineer Qin said he could give birth, he'd find a way to do it! That's how amazing Chief Engineer Qin is!" Old Tu immediately retorted, "How about we make a bet? I bet Chief Engineer Qin can solve this problem."

Lao Wang didn't speak. "What kind of bet? I also hope this problem can be solved. I just..."

Just then, someone walked in hurriedly. He also had yellow skin and black eyes, but he spoke fluent English: "Gentlemen, after a comprehensive analysis by our experts, we believe that the J-7 is not suitable for launching our Python-3 missile. We are very sorry, but the agreement has already been signed, and your side cannot break the contract."

Hearing the translation, Old Tu became anxious. "Mr. Adam, what do you mean by this? Why can't our J-7 launch it? Why can your fighter jets do it?"

"Mr. Tu, please don't be anxious," Adam continued to explain. "To improve performance, our Python-3 missile uses a brand-new pulse rocket engine. When ignited, it will cause a 7.2-ton disturbance to the launch platform. This disturbance is not a problem for our fighter jets, but it is too much for your J-7. Every time you launch a missile, it will cause the carrier aircraft to vibrate, which will cause the engine to stall in mid-air. There is no way to solve this problem."

The Israeli fighter jets used were often more than ten tons in weight, and the heavy F-15 even exceeded 20 tons, so they could accept this kind of disturbance.

But the J-7 is too small. The empty weight of this fighter jet is only 5 tons, the normal take-off weight is only 7.4 tons, and the maximum take-off weight is only 9.1 tons. When launching a missile during normal take-off, the carrier aircraft's weight is less than 7 tons. It definitely can't withstand a 7.2-ton disturbance!

The faces of everyone present turned ugly. The Israeli expert's words were tantamount to sentencing the combination of the J-7 fighter jet and the Python-3 missile to death!

"No, it's impossible. Our J-7 can definitely carry it!" Old Tu muttered to himself.

"Old Tu, give up. Since the Israeli experts have said so, we can't force it. This missile won't be wasted. We can give it to the J-8..."

Before Lao Wang could finish speaking, a voice suddenly rang out from outside: "Old Tu is right. Don't blindly trust foreign experts. We must believe in ourselves. We Orientals are the best at creating. We can do what others think is impossible!"

As a veteran of the flight test center, it was the first time Lao Wang had seen Chief Engineer Qin.

Chief Engineer Qin was very young, but he exuded a maturity that was disproportionate to his age. Chief Engineer Qin's mythical achievements also made him dare not underestimate Chief Engineer Qin.

Old Lin nodded beside him. "That's right, Chief Engineer Qin definitely has a solution."

Natalie's face showed a hint of doubt. When they were outside just now, they had already heard Adam's introduction. Adam had made it very clear that the disturbance during missile launch was too great, so the light fighter jet could not carry the Python-3 missile. This cannot be said to be a defect of the Python-3 missile, but only that the Oriental fighter jet is not powerful enough.

Now, what solution does Chief Engineer Qin have?

"Try firing another one," Qin Yang said.

"Chief Engineer Qin, it's one hundred thousand dollars per missile. We've already fired several. If we fire another..." Huang Dawei was a little worried.

Qin Yang looked at Huang Dawei. Everyone else was in military uniform, but he was wearing an orange leather jacket with a top-quality fur collar. He was also wearing a pair of high-waisted leather boots. This attire could only belong to a pilot in the entire army.

Moreover, Qin Yang also recognized it. This was the famous 59 winter flight suit, and the fur collar was genuine mink.

"Comrade, do we have any young test pilots?"

Young? Huang Dawei looked at Qin Yang in confusion. "Chief Engineer Qin, firing missiles is very dangerous and requires the most experienced test pilots."

"Yes, but haven't the most experienced test pilots run out of ideas?" Qin Yang said, "Let's change to a younger one to fire one. Maybe the problem will be solved? That's called reverse thinking."

Experienced ones can't do it, but inexperienced ones can? Everyone present looked confused.

Natalie was also stunned. She originally thought Qin Yang was joking on the plane, but she didn't expect him to actually do it!

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Qin Yang with admiration. Brother Yang had never disappointed her, and this time would definitely be the same! Since Brother Yang said to change someone to try, maybe it would really solve the problem!

Old Tu looked at Qin Yang with a questioning look, as if asking: Are you serious? But after only one glance, he made up his mind: "Okay, since Chief Engineer Qin said he wanted a young one, let's send a young one up!"

"Old Tu, a missile costs one hundred thousand US dollars. If something goes wrong, the plane may not come back," Lao Wang immediately reminded.

"We'll pay for the missile! The plane was originally our own," Old Tu said, "We don't have any other options now. Since Chief Engineer Qin said so, we must try it! Call the youngest test pilot here."

"The youngest? Someone, call Lei Zi over!"