Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Half an hour later, a four-engine transport plane appeared at the end of the runway.

"Thanks to Director Qin's help, we got two hundred Black Hawk helicopters. Half of these helicopters are planned to go to the plateau, but they can't fly there by themselves. So, we modified several Y-8s to be Black Hawk transporters. Now this kind of Y-8 is being test-flown." The leader of the test flight academy said, "This afternoon, there happens to be a test flight mission, so we'll throw a parachute target for you guys."

"Well, not bad. I've sat in a Black Hawk a few times. Good plane, but, what a pity!" Old Lin said with emotion.

"What a pity? Are those Black Hawks going to belong to the army?" Qin Yang asked.

Asking the obvious, huh? You kid actually suggested forming an army aviation unit and transferring all our air force helicopters over in one fell swoop! You're really something!

Old Lin glanced at Qin Yang with dissatisfaction, but Qin Yang ignored him directly.

The Y-7 was also dragged out and parked behind the Y-8. It was like an older brother and a younger brother, and they would take off one after the other.

"Let's go, let's go up." Old Lin said.

Go up? Qin Yang was a little curious.

"That's right. If it were a fighter jet, we definitely wouldn't have a chance. This is a transport plane, let's go up together and feel it." Old Lin said.

Qin Yang shook his head: "You go yourself."

A minute later, Old Lin came back with a dark face: "They actually won't let me go up!"

The Y-7 is a short-range regional transport aircraft with a maximum take-off weight of 21.8 tons. The related passenger aircraft models also have fifty or so seats. However, due to insufficient engine power, civil aviation companies simply don't dare to fill all the seats. Even half full, they have to see if there are any fatties inside.

Civil aviation companies are also suffering. They don't want the Y-7, but the aviation system forced it on them. Later, there was a serious accident in which the plane crashed and people died, and the Y-7 was withdrawn from civil aviation passenger transport.

Later, when Canadian engines and avionics were used, the reliability of the aircraft was greatly improved, and then it began commercial flights again, and the name was changed to Modern Ark 60.

Now, this transport plane is equipped with radar and testing equipment, and technical personnel, and it also carries missiles. It must be close to the safety envelope, so naturally, no more people can go up, not even Old Lin.

What a joke, if there is a mistake, who can take responsibility?

The roar of the engine sounded, and the Y-8 first taxied and took off. A few minutes later, the Y-7 taxied and took off.

Everyone stared at the plane, their eyes full of anticipation.

The blue and red stripes painted under the fuselage swept past everyone's eyes. The Chinese characters of the Oriental Test Flight Academy sprayed on the side of the nose became faster and faster. The number 712 at the top of this row of Chinese characters was clearly visible.

The 12th Y-7, a professional airborne radar test aircraft!

Inside the fuselage, several people sat solemnly in their seats, looking at the equipment in front of them.

The display equipment in front of the foremost person is the same as the radar operator of the Tomcat fighter: The most eye-catching is the circular 127 mm diameter display, which can be called the radar screen. It is used to display the raw data captured by radar and infrared equipment.

Above this thing, there is a 10-inch square tactical information display, used to display computer-processed information such as friend or foe identification and threat assessment.

There is also a screen on the right, called a multi-information display.

Between these displays, there are also a large number of knobs, switches, instruments, etc., forming a complex radar cabin.

If you only look at it, it will make people think that they are in a Tomcat fighter, but as long as you turn your head and look at a row of tables next to it, and the monitors on the tables even have keyboards, you will know that you are in a test aircraft.

Brassi came along as a missile expert to participate in the test, and he was a little excited.

"I really didn't expect that you actually copied the radar of the Tomcat fighter!"

"We didn't copy it. These are all developed by ourselves." Xu Guohua rolled his eyes at him. Seeing through it without saying it, it's a bit too much for you to say that.

Developed by yourself? Haven't eaten pork, haven't seen a pig run? You think I can't see it?

"Okay, developed by yourself." Brassi said: "I hope you do your job well and don't mess up this test."

"As long as there is no problem with the missile, we will definitely succeed." Xu Guohua said: "When the test is completed, I will treat you to a drink."

A man's friendship is also very simple. Smoking, drinking, and playing a ball game, and they become friends.

As various orders were transmitted through the radio waves, the atmosphere became tense.

"Radar warm-up!"

"PDS mode!"

In the control room of the test flight academy, Qin Yang was also introducing these professional terms to Old Lin.

"PDS mode is Pulse Doppler Scan. This is the most common mode of our modern airborne radar. This mode is used to search for targets and filter ground clutter at the same time. In this mode, the distance at which radar can detect large bombers can reach an astonishing 300 kilometers."

The power of the Tomcat lies here. The radar can see more than 300 kilometers, which is simply a small early warning aircraft!

Old Lin nodded. For the air force with only single-pulse radar rangefinders, all this was new.

"Radar detects target! Switch to PDSTT mode!"

"PDSTT, Pulse Doppler Single Target Track, translated as pulse Doppler single target tracking. The radar in this mode will change the search mode, that is, stop searching, and put all the radar beam on the target. It's like it used to be a light bulb, shining everywhere, but now a condenser has been added to the light bulb, and it is staring at one target."

Old Lin nodded: "That's right, stare at the target, prepare to fire!"

"The fire control computer has completed the calculation, the firing elements have been injected into the missile, request to fire!"

"Fire!" Old Lin shouted. In his life, he had shouted this command countless times, but this time was the most enjoyable.

Fire!

On the No. 712 Y-7 test aircraft, Brassi pressed the launch button.

At the end of the left wing, the milky white missile emitted a blazing flame, pulled off the weapon interface data link, and left the launch rack.

This line is torn off directly during launch.

In the sky, a band of white smoke was pulled up, getting longer and longer.

The pilot in front was extremely excited, looking at the contrail pulled out by the missile. Although we are a transport plane, we can launch missiles!

In the cabin, several people stared at the screen nervously.

Twenty kilometers!

Ten kilometers!

Five kilometers!

One kilometer!

"Target disappears on the radar screen!"

"Target range report, a fireball appeared in the sky, and then the brightness of the 1015B radar parachute target tracer disappeared!"

After the parachute target is released, it falls at a speed of no more than 12 meters per second, and at the same time lights up a tracer with a brightness of 2 million international candles, until it lands. The ground observation post can keep staring at it, which is more intuitive.

Easily shot down the target!

"Great! We have finally crossed the threshold of medium-range interception!"