The P38 "Lightning" is a fighter manufactured by Lockheed during the Second World War.

After the merger of Lockheed and Martin Marietta in 95, it became the famous Loma, creating a precedent for 4 generations of fighters and creating the myth of F22.

The reason why Cheng Zheng chose P38 as the prototype is mainly because of its double-body structure, the ordinary single structure of the aircraft, after the installation of the electromagnetic gun, it is difficult to aim and shoot freely, the kind of dive action, the method of using the nose to control the aiming can not pose a threat to the extremely powerful Titan.

Therefore, what Cheng Zheng considered at the beginning was the concept of an air weapon platform. Use a stable platform with enough space to carry the electromagnetic gun, so that it has the freedom to rotate and aim......

…… If you think about it along these lines, it seems that the best platform for carrying it is not an airplane?

That's right, Cheng Zheng's original idea was an airship.

However, now there are no conditions to build an airship, so Cheng Zheng retreated and chose a catamaran as a carrying platform.

On Earth, the solution for the two empires to launch launch vehicles directly in the stratosphere is also a catamaran. This is enough to show the superiority of the catamaran as a carrying platform, and Cheng Zheng also values this.

In addition to the classic structure of the P38, the design of the non-Cheng Zheng adopts a diamond-shaped wing structure similar to that of the Xianglong UAV on the tail and wing. On the one hand, the wing structure provides a part of the lift, and on the other hand, the wing structure can also greatly enhance the strength of the wing structure.

The force generated when the electromagnetic cannon is fired is very large, but fortunately, during the launch, in addition to the initial compressed air explosion, the acceleration obtained when the projectile enters the copper rail is very uniform, which is much smaller than the impact of the cannonball when it is fired, even if it is a wooden structure of the aircraft.

While Cheng Zheng was busy designing the flying platform, a group of uninvited guests quietly descended on a tidal planet separated from him.

……

Sahara.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, and the dead tree trunks were like white bones, silently indicting the cruelty of nature.

In this forbidden land of life, the sand and stones on the ground suddenly moved, as if free from the influence of gravity, particles slowly floated up......

Suddenly!

A huge black hole has formed in mid-air!

The sand on the ground swirled like a dragon absorbing water and flew into a black hole in mid-air, and in an instant, the wind was fierce and the rocks were flying!

In the wind, rows of figures emerged from the flying sand and rocks. When the wind and sand gradually dispersed, hundreds of people appeared in the desert out of thin air!

These people walked one by one, talking and laughing, without paying any attention to the harsh natural environment of the Sahara Desert.

In the middle of the crowd, the atmosphere here is solemn and dangerous.

"Why did you choose such a place!?" The young man dressed in white covered his mouth with a white handkerchief and looked at his surroundings with disgust.

“…… It is said that it is to reduce the impact, so it was chosen here. A fat man like a "translator" next to him kept wiping his sweat, and he didn't know whether it was hot or nervous.

"Reduced impact!? It's just a primitive waste star, and you dare to tell me to lower my impact!? The silver young man said angrily, at this time, he no longer had the respect and humility in front of the white-bearded old man, and the whole person was as sharp as a sword out of the sheath.

"This ...... After all, this is the territory of the Els, my lord...... There are still some rules to be followed......" The fat man who looked like a translator sweated even more.

"Forget it." The young man in white waved his hand, "Even if it's to give the El people a face." ”

Translators; “……”

Nima let your master come, do you dare to say that you will give the El people a face!?

Although I thought so in my heart, my mouth was extremely perfunctory: "Yes, yes, it's convenient to be with others, there's no need to be so stiff ......"

The two were chatting, when suddenly a puff of smoke and dust came straight from afar.

“……”

The two of them stopped talking, turned around and looked quietly at the billowing smoke.

In a short time, five trucks and a dozen Panhard wheeled reconnaissance vehicles jumped out of the horizon and rushed straight here, and then slowly stopped in front of the young man in white.

A black man jumped out of the Panhard at the head, looked around and took a few steps to the "interpreter", and saluted: "Captain Chata of the 1st Foreign Cavalry Regiment of the 6th Light Armored Brigade reports to you. ”

"Take a break." The chubby translator put on a slightly dignified expression and ordered solemnly: "Although you may have received the order, I still have to repeat it once: you have not seen me, nor have you seen these people, you and your people are on vacation today, and nothing has happened. ”

"Yes sir!" The black man saluted with his feet together and shouted loudly.

"Good." The chubby translator nodded, turned back to the young man in white and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

"......" The young man in white boarded Panhard with a disgusted face, and the other big men also boarded the truck in an orderly manner under the command of several non-commissioned officers. After more than ten minutes, all that remained on the ground were scattered footprints and a few tire tracks.

On the Panhard wheeled reconnaissance vehicle, the young man in white turned sideways and asked, "How is our equipment?" ”

"All 215 sets of power armor have arrived and are going through the inspection process...... Don't look at us, it's certainly not the inspection procedures we set up. The fat translator quickly explained when he saw that the young man in white looked wrong.

"What about my ...... What about the Red Lotus? The young man in white frowned imperceptibly.

"This ...... The big shots of El seem to be somewhat interested in it, so ...... It's hard to say when it will reach you. The fat translator cautiously explained.

"......" The young man in white was silent, and after a long time, he suddenly hammered his thigh hard, "If it weren't for the incompetence of the people in the Black Domain!" How could we borrow from this remote planet where birds don't! ”

"......" The fat translator rolled his eyes in his heart, but on the surface he still looked like a good gentleman.

There are only two paths that lead steadily to the desolate star where Cheng Zheng is located—one is a one-way tide connected to the Black Prison, and the other is a two-way tide connected to Earth.

"Where are we going now?" The voice of the young man in white was neither joyful nor sad, and he could not hear his emotions, but the fat translator could still smell a trace of gunpowder from his words.

"Tunisia, a very small country. From there, we go to sea and then to Europe......"

"Is there anything I can do to relax?" The young man in white threw a "you know" expression at the fat translator.

“…… Asia, there's a nice place where you and your men can do whatever you want......"