Yan Liang Pilot Test Institute, in the hangar next to the runway.

More than a dozen pilots sat on small horses, staring at the blackboard across from them with sad faces. An officer with the rank of colonel held a whip and pointed to the drawing of a track map to lay out tactics, but no one listened to him.

"Commander, this is not the way." One of the pilots had the courage to speak, "You can't beat it, Instructor Arcie has already said it." The enemy is not stupid, and there will be no dog fights at all in actual combat.

Pulse Doppler radar can filter ground clutter, so low-altitude penetration is useless. People can find us 300 kilometers away, and missiles will come from 100 kilometers away, and the Jian-7 will not have a chance. ”

The regimental commander's whip stopped, and when he looked back at the top pilots under his command, a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

In the hangar is a J-7-E, which made its first flight two years ago and has not yet been finalized. This is already the best fighter that can be taken out in China, and it was urgently pulled to Yanliang for confrontational testing.

As a result, it was a complete failure.

The J-7-E has been replaced with avionics equipment from the United Kingdom and Italy, and the effective detection range is less than 100 kilometers. The most pitiful thing is that it can only be used with Thunderbolt-8 missiles, range, fifteen kilometers.

Even the Thunderbolt-11, which is still under development, has a range of only 70 kilometers, which is not in the same dimension as the 'immortal birds' that can fight 150 kilometers on the opposite side.

The 'red side' dispatched a squadron, guided by a ground radar station, in an attempt to besiege with a desperate tactical siege by a sea of machines.

Alsie, who could drive the 'Tomcat', was deliberately annoyed, locking on to their six targets from a distance of 100 kilometers, taking a roll call one by one, and running away after the fight.

After landing, the magic queen continued to scream, blocking the door of the 'red side' pilot's dormitory every day, openly provocative: "You scumbags, what tactics did you come up with today?"

I tell you, don't think about it. Throw your broken planes in the garbage recycling bin. Your gear sucks, you know? Hurry up and spend money on advanced fighters. ”

In the nineties, there were problems everywhere in the system, and the army was no exception. But the soldiers are a bit bloody, and in the face of repeated failures close to actual combat, they have to admit that they are lagging behind.

If two J-7s can't work, just get on four. If four doesn't work, go to one squadron. Wait until it is confirmed that the J-7 will not work, and then go to the J-8. It turned out that the J-8 was even worse.

If the domestic fighter is not good, the imported ones will be brought in. The Su-27SK, which has just arrived, fights with the 'Tomcat'. It's a little better, but it's still not good

There was silence in the hangar, and a pilot walked in outside, took off his helmet and scolded in the direction of the runway: "Isn't it just relying on that AG-9 radar?" It's amazing if the radar is good. If you have that radar, my Su-27 can also take you down. ”

After a few curses, the pilots who came in slammed on the door of the hangar, and there was a thump in front of everyone. After beating for a long time, he scolded with a crying voice: "This stinky girl, she deliberately humiliated us on the public channel."

Scolding us for not being men and flying a broken plane with 'hypochondriasis'. She doesn't fight us in close quarters, she doesn't give us a chance. She also didn't listen to the arrangements of the director's department, and scolded the people in the director's department for being stupid donkeys, and she was free to play when she took off.

She's so crazy, no one pays attention to her, she really hates it to death. I can't beat it. If this is a real battle, how many times have we all died, how can we defend the airspace of the motherland?

This F-14A is still a technology of the sixties in the United States and is already going to be decommissioned. The F-14D, which replaced it, is stronger and has better avionics and engines.

But our best fighters, our best pilots, can't beat people to retire. What can I do? ”

This crying scolding sounded like scolding Alsie, and it seemed like scolding herself, but in the end it was full of lamentation. The atmosphere in the hangar was already heavy, and no one talked to him now.

The regimental commander with the whip in his hand was also silent, unable to think of anything to say. He personally led the team to the sky and was beaten down one after another. Regardless of distance and close combat, the 'Tomcat' has an absolute advantage.

After a while, a serious voice sounded from outside the hangar. A white-haired old general brought someone over, glanced at the pilot who was crying and crying, and shouted angrily: "Crying and crying is useless, isn't it just shot down?"

You have to be glad that this is not a real battle, and even be glad that someone can point out our mistakes. Whether it is an individual, an army, or a country, it is rare to have a good opponent. Now it is better to understand that you are lagging behind than to really fight. ”

The crying pilot hurriedly stood upright, and even all the pilots in the hangar stood up solemnly. Only Alcy followed behind in an American flight suit, whistling like a child.

The old general turned his head again, changed his face, and smiled warmly: "Lady Alsie, you can bully my subordinates badly enough." ”

"Don't be bullied a little bit, you still have the idea of 'long live the J-6', and dream of building an overwhelming J-6 to win. There is a saying that 'bitter medicine, loyal words against ears', and I beat it for your good. ”

Arcie is heroic and handsome. But her mouth is too poisonous, and the sentence 'Long live Annihilation 60,000' made the white-haired old general unable to come to the stage. The other pilots even looked at her belly with fire.

But the fire is on fire, and everyone has to admit that the 'tomcat' driven by this foreign girl is really powerful. Even the Su-27SK, which has just been imported, is far inferior in radar performance.

It's just that Maggie pokes people in the wound to the end, and she continues: "Not only are you poorly equipped, but the quality of the pilots is also poor. Many people are in good health, but they don't even understand calculus.

A truly strong air force must have highly qualified soldiers, pilots with at least a bachelor's degree. But what about you? Too much focus on physical fitness.

Only pilots of the third-rate air force have empty muscles and no brains. Without ground command, your pilots would not have fought.

Neither is your command structure, which is rigid and clumsy. One is working, and ten are watching. The level of specialization is too low, and many positions are a waste of food.

Your entire system is incomplete, there are no electronic warfare aircraft, no AWACS, no tankers, no strategic airlift, just a pile of obsolete garbage. The limited military spending is spent on useless places, and it is quite beautiful to sing and dance.

At your level, let alone confrontation with the Americans, you can't even clean up the rebellion on the southeastern islands. Either you will be defeated in the war, or you will have to change now. ”

The crowd was speechless and full of heat as Arcy spoke. In the past, they had to argue, but now they can't. War is the most straightforward communication, and if it can't be fought, it can't be fought, and there is no room for too many emotional factors.

Some groups have lived in peace for too long, and they are not strongly stimulated, and they will not make progress at all. The Magic Queen was sent by Zhou Qingfeng to create pressure and excitement, and she completed this task perfectly.

The old general nodded at her words and asked rhetorically, "Ms. Alsie, it's not that we don't want to make progress, but now that there are many difficulties, can you give some advice?" ”

Arcie sneered: "I can't give too high-level advice, I won't listen to you, and you won't be able to implement it." I can only teach you to fly the Tomcat and help you form a squadron of Tomcats. ”

Training 'Tomcat' pilots?

The old general thought that Arcie would talk about it or ask the country to pay for the 'Tomcat', but it was a very practical idea to directly help train the pilots.

But

"We now have three Tomcats, but we can make a trial squadron."

"Who said there were only three? Nine more 'Tomcats' will be available for delivery soon. You can really build a squadron of 'Red Tomcats' fighters.

I suggest you get a Blue Army, and I'll be the enemy in the air, and I'm looking forward to abusing all your pilots. Let you know that if you don't work hard, you will only die. ”

Arcie's words were deafening and startled everyone at the scene.

A total of twelve?

Shocked!

The old general's heart beat and fluttered, but he couldn't help but say: "I'm afraid we don't have so much foreign exchange to buy." ”

Arcie smiled sweetly, "I can give you the air force credit first." We at the Light are interested in long-term interests, and we also accept other forms of trading. ”

Everyone inside and outside the machine shed was even more pleasantly surprised, this request was like pie in the sky, it was really difficult to refuse.

The pilot, who was still crying just now, stepped forward half a step, raised his hand to Alsie and the old general, and shouted: "Chief, Instructor Alsie." My name is Chen Rui and I applied to join the 'Red Tomcat' squadron. ”