Spark

A month later, Chen Nian put down his studies and came to Shenyang 601.

For him, this is a big day. Compared with the previous J-10 modified test flight and J-8 III test flight, it can be said that the sensational effect this test flight will create will definitely not be of the same order of magnitude.

Because, this time, it is a fourth-generation aircraft.

A fourth-generation aircraft with super stealth performance, super maneuverability, supersonic cruise, and the only thing lacking is situational awareness.

Its appearance seemed like a miracle, and it seemed like a dream, but when the dark gray plane slowly slid out of the hangar, everyone clearly realized one thing:

Our fourth-generation machine is really here.

Lin Yongming was by Chen Nian's side. Compared with him, Chen Nian was more like the protagonist—no, he is indeed the protagonist today, but due to confidentiality requirements, most of the staff who participated in the test flight I just don't know him.

"It is estimated that the pre-flight inspection will take a few hours, Xiao Nian, what do you say, should you follow along, or go shopping?"

Lin Yongming held a thermos cup in one hand and a large northeast burrito in the other, and asked leisurely.

If it wasn't for knowing his face, no one would be able to tell that he is the leader here.

"Then let's take a stroll around the facility. Just walk over to the test field—can I walk around?"

Chen Nian remembered that when he came to Office 601, he could not enter most of the areas, but with J-10 and J-8 III going to the sky, and the green light given to him by He Hongwen, his authority has reached a certain level at this time. Incredible height.

"Of course... This will be your home from now on. Try not to go to places other than dangerous ones. Just go wherever you think of with a pass. I've already prepared your identity."

"Okay... let's go then."

The two left the assembly workshop together and walked towards the test flight field. On their way, a flying shadow suddenly attracted Chen Nian's attention.

"Is this an airplane museum?"

he asked curiously.

"Our name is Aviation Science and Technology Expo Park. It was opened in 2001. Do you want to go in and have a look?"

"certainly."

Chen Nian replied without hesitation.

In fact, in his last life, he planned to visit this expo park several times, but he missed it every time due to various reasons.

But this time, he definitely had to take a good look.

Walking into the park, the first plane that appeared in front of his eyes was a J-5.

Chen Nian stepped forward and touched the speed brakes on both sides of the belly of the aircraft. This was the first time he had seen this design.

"It's the speedbrake, very old design - the plane is very old."

"When it was born, I was just born."

"At that time, in 1951, we were severely damaged by other people's planes in S-KO. We asked the old Maozi for help, and they sent us a MiG-17."

"In that year, we began to imitate this aircraft, but it was not until 1956 that the J-5 officially made its first flight."

"Look, this one is 56719, and that's the date of its first flight—but it's not the real No. 1 plane. It's a pity that the No. 1 plane was scrapped soon due to a malfunction."

"Look at its weapon system. The air combat mainly relies on three cannons. There are two hardpoints under the wings, which can hang 200 kilograms of aerial bombs."

"This set of weapons was the strongest weapon we could take out at the time, but compared to others, it was actually not enough."

"At that time, people already had fire control radar, how to fight?"

"However, having said that, we actually have quite a few records. Whether it's the east or the south, we've all been shot down by us, but"

"Every record has to be filled with a lot of lives."

Speaking of this, Lin Yongming sighed, and Chen Nian didn't say much, just followed him and continued to move forward.

"This is JJ-1, there is not much story about it, but we have many pilots who grew up on this plane, and I have flown it several times - of course I am not the Air Force, I am just for inspection."

"Here, this is J-6, this is J-6, there is something about J-6."

"Don't look at the design of this thing, it looks outdated now. His battle damage ratio is 0:26, and he has played F-4 and F10."

"The plane is still flying now, you can see it."

"Even, a long time ago, it chased SR-71"

Hearing this, Chen Nian's eyes flashed involuntarily.

An aircraft more than 50 years ago is going to compete with the most advanced high-speed reconnaissance aircraft, and the result is of course self-evident.

No matter from which angle you think about it, there is an inexplicable sense of sadness.

Knowing that it can't be done, I will do it, even though there are thousands of people, I will go there.

This is probably unique to this nation, a resolute romance.

Going forward, Lin Yongming pointed to another plane and said:

"Do you know this? It's famous."

"Strong five armors, there is no return, and there is no going forward. The maximum combat radius is only 600 kilometers. If you carry out ultra-low altitude raids, the combat radius will not even reach 400 kilometers."

"His sole purpose is to carry a tactical nuclear bomb, use his body to accelerate the bomb to the penetration speed, and then throw the 100,000-ton bomb on the enemy's head."

"Cyclonus One, starts with Cyclonus, ends with Cyclonus."

"Nowadays, many of you young people call Jianba the eighth master. In fact, in the eyes of our generation, Qiang Wu is the master."

"It is too tragic and crazy, just like us in that era. If the two bullets are the sword of the Republic, then it is the hand holding the sword"

After speaking, Lin Yongming shook his head.

"We don't need it now and hopefully we never need it again."

The two continued to move forward, and Lin Yongming took Chen Nian to watch J-7 and J-8 again, and finally stopped at the edge of the Expo Park.

At this time, the test flight field has appeared in their field of vision.

The dark gray fighter plane strolled on the runway, making final preparations before takeoff.

It is so calm, so confident, so elegant and powerful.

Compared with the old, outdated, and even rusty fighter planes around Chen Nian, it was like a creation of aliens.

——

but.

Chen Nian knew.

It is the same as the aging fighters around it, and it also came from the hands of a group of passionate children.

In the past, these "predecessors" used unimaginable ways to defend this piece of sky.

And now, the juniors have also shouldered the burden that belongs to them alone.

The inheritance from generation to generation has never been interrupted.

"Let's go? It looks like our Canglong 1 is about to take off."

Lin Yongming asked.

Chen Nian was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"Let's just watch it here."

"That's fine."

The two stopped talking, and soon after, Lei Gang's report came from Lin Yongming's walkie-talkie. He simply gave an order, and as Lei Gang counted down, the fighter plane slid to the take-off runway.

Flames gushed out, and the vector nozzle adjusted the best spray angle. After a short slide, Canglong No. 1 rose from the ground!

A huge roar sounded, really like a dragon chant.

The dark gray shadow shone charmingly under the sunlight. Chen Nian stared blankly at the shadow flying up and down, and seemed to have a thousand words, but he couldn't utter a single word.

A few minutes later, Canglong swooped down, then quickly pulled up and flattened, broke through the sound barrier in the air at an astonishing speed, and flew past the heads of Chen Nian and Lin Yongming.

The sound of the explosion made Chen Nian's eardrums ache, and the old planes on the side also made slight, trembling groans as if echoing.

At this moment, Chen Nian suddenly felt something.

New fighters have stepped onto its stage.

But veterans don't die.

These veterans never die.