Li Bufan suffered from insomnia for several days.

Wu's worries are not unreasonable, and when they are inferior to each other in all aspects, imitation is a shortcut to success.

If Britain and France really imitate the J-2, the pressure on the Chinese Air Force will be incomparably great. He knew that Britain and France would certainly not be able to imitate it perfectly, even if they had stronger engines, they would not necessarily be able to reach the high speed of the J-2 in terms of speed, but as long as the difference was not large, then the superiority of the Chinese Air Force would be greatly weakened, and even crushed by the numerical superiority of the other side, which was definitely not alarmist in terms of the industrial capacity of the West.

The other side imitates the J-2 and does not need to be an all-powerful fighter like the J-2, they only need to compete with China for air supremacy, not to mention seizing air supremacy, as long as they can maintain air balance, then the entire war will face tremendous pressure on China.

Fighting consumption, with China's current industrial capacity, it will definitely be a disaster.

Li Bufan suddenly felt that he had thought about war too simply, and that war was a matter of life and death, and that it could bring out all the potentials of individuals, nations, and countries. The war has shown the glorious side of human nature, and countless heroes and martyrs have sacrificed their lives and deaths to sacrifice themselves for others. Just like Li Dingxin, when he was seriously injured, he sighed - regret can only dedicate his life to the motherland. At the same time, war also brings the shamelessness and meanness of human nature into full play, and does everything to win the victory, let alone imitation? Just as he forcibly created a "human" factor in the Indochina Peninsula and implemented the famine tactic of "fortifying the walls and clearing the wilderness" in South Asia, it was simply contemptuous of the lives of hundreds of millions of people. Dannatt's cannon fodder tactics. It stubbornly played the tactic of stepping on the artillery point to surprise ahead, so that it caused heavy casualties to the Chinese First Army and so on.

Li Bufan was almost certain that Britain and France would imitate the J-2 Swallow fighter, and if they did not imitate it, it would be impossible to build such a perfect fighter as the Swallow even in another ten years. (In fact, Britain's original Hurricane biplane fighter in the past 30 years in history was about the same level, but it still couldn't dive and bomb vertically) because if it was him, he would definitely not hesitate to imitate it. The pressure on the Western world in the South Asian war is too great, the casualties of twenty to one, and the ratio of casualties in air combat is also close to ten to one, and the Western coalition forces have long been beaten to the ground, do they still have face?

But. If the Chinese Air Force is faced with enemy aircraft that are more than ten or twenty times similar in appearance and performance. What would that look like? Li Bufan would break out in a cold sweat when he thought about it.

"The sharpening of the Air Force must be strengthened."

Li Bufan made up his mind, no matter what, he still had to rely on his own hardness to strike iron. The air combat capability of the Chinese Air Force can be further strengthened, and reserve pilots must also be trained on a large scale. The Western world has lost a large number of good pilots. The level of pilots that it later added could not have been too high. The quality human resources of the other side are not unlimited.

But how to make the Western barbarians crazy. How do you keep their air force going to war? The huge disproportionate losses in air battles have already made the air forces of the West tremble and be extremely cautious. Basically, if you can, you don't fight.

"Force them to fight in the air."

Li Bufan thought about it for a long, long time. Finally made a decision -

"Buzzing" over a secret air base in France, a fighter similar to the J-2 Swallow fighter jet flew at high speed.

With a cold sweat on his forehead in the cabin, Vic struggled to keep himself calm, and test pilots were simply a profession that was constantly trying to commit involuntary suicide.

In the past month or so, in order to test fly the Angel fighter, 15 outstanding pilots have been killed, 27 planes have been lost, and the planes have been improved more than 100 times.

Vic felt that God forbid, and the plane he tested had six failures, three plane crashes, and he successfully parachuted, two successful forced landings, and one relatively safe return. With such luck, the test pilot was the only one in the entire base, and since then he has been given the title of "immortal bird".

But he knew that he was definitely not really immortal, and he was never capable of being reborn from the flames, and every time he flew a test flight, he had a feeling of wandering at the gates of hell.

"Report your speed." Moriton's indifferent radio voice was heard in his ears.

Vic glanced at the speedometer and said loudly: "Report to the tower, the speed is 331 per hour, everything is normal." ”

Moriton's voice came: "Very good. You can now slow down to a certain extent and test the plane's roll and hover performance at speeds of up to 300 km/h. ”

"Understood!" Vic responded, but in fact, cold sweat broke out. This test was a test of the aircraft's performance, and there were eleven failures in this subject, three test pilots were killed, six were injured, and two of them were permanently disabled. Although he had known that he was going to take this test, he still couldn't help but scold: "Son of a bitch." ”

"Major, watch your words. Are you scolding me? ”

Vic hurriedly said, "Absolutely not, sir. It's my habit, habit. ”

Morriton's cold voice came: "It doesn't matter if I'm in your habit or not, or if you're really scolding me. I'm telling you, we have to have this advanced fighter, and if you want to get out of base alive, you'd better pray to get it done as soon as possible. ”

"Understood!" Vic responded, the corners of his mouth full of bitterness. Military law in wartime is harsh, and it is impossible to pretend to be sick here, because there are the best doctors here, and it is impossible to deliberately injure yourself, unless it is to the extent of lifelong disability, you can be cured. If he is deliberately injured and disabled, he may be greeted by a bullet.

The front line is fighting, a large number of aircraft are shot down by the Chinese Air Force every day, and the huge gap in aircraft performance, the ratio of nearly ten to one battle losses is shocking. This means that a large number of pilots are killed every day, and the Chinese Air Force is raging in the skies and bombing the ground, killing countless people every day. Taken together, it is no wonder that military law is harsh, in times of war, there is no fairness at all, what is fair to you is unfair to others, as a soldier, under military orders, there is only unconditional acceptance.

Captain Bick took a breath and said, "Report to the tower, everything is ready, please instruct." ”

Moriton's voice was as cold as ever: "Very good, immediately perform ten consecutive rolls on the left." ”

"Understood!" Bick responded, stabilized his emotions, and soon the plane rolled to the left, and when the continuous roll was carried out to the fifth, the plane body had already heard a creaking sound, and he even felt the fuel in the fuel tank vibrating in the tumbling, and said loudly, "Report the tower, the body has an abnormal sound, and it can't withstand the high-intensity rolling, the instrument fails, the instrument fails, damn it, the engine is turned off." ”

There was a hint of nervousness in Moriton's tone, and he said loudly: "Calm down, re-ignite immediately." ”

"Yes!" Bik Khan rekindled the fire, but still unsuccessfully, and said loudly: "The ignition failed." ”

Moriton said loudly: "Your current altitude is about two thousand five hundred meters, and you still have one more chance to ignite the fire." ”

"Yes!" Vic nervously ignited again, but the engine rang and still didn't start, shouting, "Ignition failed." ”

Morton watched the fighter plane falling like a meteor from the tower, and lamented in his heart: the angel has fallen again. But in his mouth, he decisively shouted: "Abandon the plane and parachute immediately!" ”

Vic was sweating profusely, looked down at the ground and visually measured the distance, gritted his teeth, and said, "I'll try again." Although he was answering, his hand did not stop in the slightest, and he quickly turned off the engine and started the ignition again, and Moriton roared in his ears: "Bastard, I order you to parachute immediately" The sound stopped abruptly as the roar of the engine resounded.

"I made it!" Vic struggled to control the balance of the plane, pulling it back up, and the ground of the entire base erupted in earth-shattering cheers. This is certainly not a celebration of the success of the plane's test flight, but a celebration of their comrades-in-arms once again narrowly escaped death.

When Vic returned to the airport, he was greeted by a group of test pilots and ground crew, lifted up and thrown into the air.

Vic was also very excited, despite his palpitations. When he saw Moriton coming, he immediately walked over and said, "Sir, I'm back." ”

Moriton looked at Vic in a daze, but what he said was the right thing to say: "Shangfeng ordered, no matter what, the angel fighter must go to the front line within two months." ”

Vic was taken aback and said, "What? How is this possible? We can't even guarantee the most basic engine safety. ”

Moriton said expressionlessly: "But from above, it seems that our engine is good enough." He saw that Vic, who was speechless by his words, said bitterly, "Do you know what the situation is like at the front? ”

Vick was surprised: "Isn't it bad? ”

"Very, very bad." Moriton said these words word by word, took a long breath and said: "Ten days ago, our coalition air force wanted to design an ambush for the Chinese air force, but was ambushed by the other side, the front line in order to cover the retreat of the air force, the anti-aircraft fire was fully opened to prevent the pursuit of the Chinese air force, and was devastated by the Chinese long-range heavy artillery cluster, they even used huge artillery, almost all of the anti-aircraft fire positions were destroyed by cannon fodder. Now the Chinese planes can bomb and strafe our frontline positions every day, and when we build a fortress, they destroy one with huge artillery, and thousands of casualties are killed and wounded every day. Our coalition air force had to be forced to fight, but our aircraft were too poor and we faced one aerial massacre after another. ”

Vic shook his head and said, "Damn war." I admit that the front line is difficult, but if our Angel fighters can't complete the test and go to the front, it's not a massacre, it's a suicide. ”

Moriton said indifferently: "We kill ourselves every day, don't we? If you don't want to see our countless pilots go to the battlefield and die because of a breakdown, then we have to hurry. We only have two months. ”

"Two months" (to be continued......)