Seeking guidance everywhere, the design drawings of the "demonic" fighter plane that were perfected bit by bit surprised many people, and Lin Mo inadvertently pulled the elites of many different departments and units throughout China to fight a team battle on an unprecedented scale.

I'm afraid that any aircraft manufacturer in the world will have to look sideways at such a luxurious team.

Many people don't realize that the "demon" is actually a product of the national war, and the power of the country has very terrible results no matter where it is placed. For various reasons, foreign intelligence services have not noticed this, a thing that is about to rot in the industry and has no possibility of mass production, but does not have much value for attention.

Many participants thought that this was just a farce on paper, but unconsciously let go of their thinking and brainstormed, bringing together all kinds of whimsical ideas and bold technical designs.

But I didn't expect that everyone would collect firewood and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and the quantitative change had reached a qualitative change, and it was not only quite feasible to design such a fighter plane so perverted, but also had a lot to learn from.

Even before the completion of Lin Mo's genuine "demon", individual domestic manufacturers had already produced similar models of technical demonstration experimental machines, and the National Defense Star was one of them.

As we all know, the people involved in this drawing know in their hearts that if they want to fully realize the drawing, the difficulties encountered are quite large, after all, many designs are too bold, everything is for perfection, materials, components and technology are beyond the current capacity of China, even the Americans want to put it into practice, but also weigh whether their own technical background is enough.

A drawing that everyone thinks is impossible to achieve, but someone has done it, and the progress is unexpectedly steady, more and more like that, this kind of courage is not something that ordinary people can have, and even the high-level people of the country don't know what to think, so they went crazy with it, and directly distributed two precious F119-PW-100 vector propulsion engines to Lin Mo.

It wasn't until later that some units finally learned that two of the six engines had fallen into the hands of individuals, and no one could understand the frenzy.

Because of the above reasons, Lin Mo still has a high reputation and popularity among China's fighter production suppliers and design institutes.

There are so many unexpected things happening, and it is difficult not to know the leading designer of the "demonic" drawings.

At the dinner table, Shen Fei's engineer Qiu Zhengjun held Lin Mo's hand tightly, "'Dragon Knight', our Shen Fei's order, but we are all counting on you, I will toast you with tea instead of wine." ”

Thinking about last year's export orders being robbed of most of Chengfei's J-10, Shen Fei is so depressed.

Without a top presenter, how can the excellence of the product be magnified?

Shen Fei inevitably wanted to show his goodwill to Lin Mo, who performed a stunning ultra-low-altitude cobra maneuver at the Zhuhai Air Show.

The senior personnel of Shen Fei who were present also raised their wine glasses at the same time and signaled to Deputy General Manager Qin of Cheng Fei, and the two sides exchanged glances with understanding.

The eye-catching J-10 almost starved Shen Fei to death last time, but Cheng Fei was the opposite, almost being strangled.

The bigwigs of the two parties reached an agreement privately, and this time the home limelight was given to Shen Fei, and Cheng Fei first digested the export orders in front of him.

Everyone earns money, everyone eats, and let each other go, but fortunately, within the Aviation Industry Corporation of China, we will bow our heads and see you when we look up.

The agreed results of China's aviation high-level have also made the display of the National Defense Star at this exhibition the home of Shen Fei, and there is no main model developed by itself, which is naturally decided by the bigwigs in the industry.

At the same time, the flapping of Linmo's little wings is becoming more and more widespread in Afghanistan, not only in the northern provinces, but even in the capital of Afghanistan.

Kabul, a dark and dilapidated little teahouse, with only a quirky smell of lacha and some rough wheat cakes, after the war, Afghanistan has already had the same sixties and seventies, thriving and prosperous, more like a place abandoned by the world.

"Lombur, I'm so happy to see you're alive."

With deep eyes and a high nose, wearing a dirty plaid turban and fluffy hair comparable to a chicken coop under the turban, the man held a mottled enamel tea jar in a low voice and gestured to another person sitting on the bench opposite, sniffed intoxicatedly, and brewed tea from the dregs of inferior brick tea that were almost about to deteriorate, and took a few sips like drinking elixir.

On the side, the boss, who waved the tea bowl in his hand like a dance, poured the tea diligently, still did not forget to shout a few words at the passers-by who passed by the shop from time to time, as if he was juggling, trying his best to show his unusual craftsmanship in order to make more money.

And the boss's woman, the woman who was covered with a face towel, showed only a pair of black and thin hands, as if she was not afraid of being hot, and tossed the wheat cakes in the black mud oven, God knows how much wheat flour was in these cakes, maybe they were simply mud cakes that fooled people.

Even so, some poor Afghans can't afford to eat such mud cakes.

The war has pushed the country to the brink of collapse.

"Alive? Hmph!" On the other side, the gray-faced man who seemed to have not taken a bath for several months, and who was almost unable to see his face, shook his slag and said, "Death is not far away." ”

He stretched out his right hand, and only the ring finger and little finger were left half-mutilated, and half of the palm flew away, and the hand was still wrapped in gauze that could not see the original color, and the half-wet pus kept oozing out, attracting a few flies, and they rushed over to suck it.

"I saw it early in the morning, and I said old man, what's wrong with you, have you been chopped off? I told you a long time ago, stop stealing chickens and dogs, Allah will punish you. ”

There was a bit of schadenfreude in the tone of the man in the plaid turban, there are some rural customs in Afghanistan, where a thief who steals something is caught and the owner will cut off the other person's hand as punishment, apparently he took the other party as if he had experienced such an experience.

It's really an unfortunate guy, if he hadn't been short of food and clothing since he was a child, he wouldn't have embarked on this path, and even if he survived with difficulty as an adult, he didn't get rid of such a habit.

"What nonsense, I've been washing my hands for a long time, damn it, it's those guys in the north, I don't know that those guys are blessed with divine power, they can be so crazy, hell, hell!"

As if stimulated, Lombur, whose hand was injured, immediately became emotional, and his hard-waved hand almost hit the head of the man in the plaid turban, and he narrowly touched his hair several times, but finally did not hit it hard.

In the end, all the anger turned into bowing heads and whispering curses: "Damn broken guns, shoddy weapons, bastards, they can blow up their chambers, I curse the guy who made you, whose soul will be tormented by the devil for eternity"

The man in the plaid turban was stunned, but he still exceeded his imagination, and the opponent's hand was actually damaged by the rifled gun.

Exploding the bore is a terrible thing, and the metal fragments of the gun's body that are blown up are no less than a bomb exploding in the hand, and the fragments penetrate the skull, which may kill them, which is completely playing the Russian roulette wheel of death with the Grim Reaper.

"Poor Lombur, don't be angry, the days will go on, it's useless to be angry, is it? Allah will not give you a dime more. The man in the plaid turban reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder, and then said, "Can you still do the work that Mr. Jedeon has told you?" Judging by the way you look, you must have lost a lot. ”

"Mr. Jetin? Hmph, if he hadn't provided this garbage, I wouldn't have ended up like this. As if his anger had been aroused again, Lombur's angry eyes were about to burst into flames, and he stretched out his injured hand again and almost hit the other party's face, and said viciously: "This vote, I have lost more than a dozen people, Mali, you bastard is responsible for this." ”

In order to take over this business, the damage is just repaid, as long as you have money and guns, and you are afraid that you will not find anyone, those unlucky ghosts will die, but their hands will be crippled because of this, which makes Lombur angry.

"Okay, okay, Lomble, don't be angry, okay? Man, speak well, I want to ask you, are you still willing to do it, you must know the credibility of Mr. Aden, there is absolutely nothing to say. Mali, a man in a plaid turban, patted his chest and swore solemnly.

"Credibility? Hmph, Mali, let's settle the account first, the original price is not counted, and the balance will be at least doubled. Lombur changed his previous grief and indignation, pulled the clothes on his chest, and his other uninjured hand took out a scarred pistol from his clothes, half-concealed.

Even though it was an old-fashioned weapon, it still couldn't stop it from killing, especially at such a close distance, it was too late to hide.

Mali's expression froze, he didn't expect this old guy to turn his face on the spot and deny people, his eyes rolled, and he hurriedly said with a smiling face: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, Lombur, my brother, I can understand your feelings, okay, four achievements and four percent, I'll give it now, even if Mr. Aden doesn't agree, I will cushion it for him, after all, I don't trust you, who else can I trust, after all, the business will go on for a long time." ”

Mali is a little bold, and without much hesitation, he agreed to the other party's request to double the balance, compared to the part that he intercepted and swallowed from it, it was just a small head, and he could still accept it, looking at the other party's miserable situation, it should be his rare conscience to find it.