Inside the test flight site.

Marokov stood in the cold wind, but at this time, he didn't seem to feel a chill.

The wake of that behemoth spewed into the air, but it seemed to spray on his body, causing a boiling heat to rise all over his body from the inside out.

When the H-20 slowly disappeared into the air, he slowly turned his head and said to Wang Ming on the side:

"It's amazing. Even though I had been mentally prepared for a long time, I still felt incredible when I saw her now."

"She's so beautiful. It's not just grace, it's the most amazing power in the world, as if it's gathered within her body. ”

"She's the embodiment of death – no, she's supposed to represent order."

"The moment I saw her, I almost thought I was back in that era."

"Cold and fiery, orderly and vibrant, steel and fire forged her body, but her soul was made of that crimson spirit."

"Unfortunately, it's still too simple to paint."

"She should be given a star, that's the badge of true faith."

Hearing his words, Wang Ming couldn't help laughing.

"Marokov, sometimes I think that if you were to be a poet, you might be able to achieve amazing results just as well."

"This is the talent of our Russians."

Marokov replied disapprovingly, but then spoke again:

"But I'm definitely not trying to make up words, in fact, in my eyes, no adjective in this world is enough to describe her beauty and power."

"Ming, did you know that the Americans have a plane called the Valkyrie?"

"It's ridiculous that such a plane can be called a Valkyrie."

"In front of your H-20, there is simply no flying object that is qualified to be called a 'Valkyrie'-—— not even a Tu-160!"

"I'm glad we're still friends."

"I can't imagine the fear that a plane like this would bring to me when it flew over my head."

"Perhaps, if it opens the magazine lightly, it can pour down the whole doomsday"

"We're not going to do that."

Wang Ming replied a little perfunctorily.

Looking at his expression, Marokov on the side couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Won't do that?

Of course, we wouldn't do that now.

But what about later?

After the birth of the H-20, it is a sure fact that China's military strength has surpassed that of Russia in an all-round way.

It is true that China's military industry is still backward compared to Russia and the United States, but as long as there is such a heavy weapon that is sufficient to defend the territory of the entire country and even form a deterrent in the world, who would dare to rashly provoke them before China has developed thoroughly?

This is as good as that moment.

A few decades ago, the mushroom cloud that rose in the desert brought a window of development for decades in China.

Although the strategic significance of the H-20 is not as great as that of an atomic bomb, it is more than enough to buy China five years.

How far can they go in five years?

You must know that from the beginning when I knew that I was going to engage in H-20, to the deadline for the official first flight of H-20, it only took more than two years for Huaxia!

Five years later, I don't know if someone else has even built an aircraft carrier.

Wait a minute.

Does it really take five years?

Marokov couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He could feel that Huaxia's strategic vision had extended to a far, far and far position, while himself, and his country, had been completely left behind.

No way.

It can't go on like this.

We must get back to Moscow as soon as possible and make it clear to those old guys.

Of course, it's not to say "to fight against Huaxia", it's to explain that you want to hold this thigh well!

Thinking of this, Marokov's expression even became a little flattering.

He looked at Wang Ming, smiled and said:

"This is a remarkable achievement, Ming, my friend, and I am sincerely happy for you."

"You know, we have had some unpleasant experiences in the past, but in the past ten years, those unpleasantness have long been drowned in the dust of history."

"I think we should work more closely together in the future, especially on the existing PAK FA project."

"You should go to Yang Wei to say this-—— or Tang Changhong, Chief Engineer Tang."

Wang Ming smiled teasingly, and then continued to speak:

"You may not know that during the development of the H-20 program, Sasha, who was in charge of technical cooperation, did not do his best."

I promise that this will never happen again."

A wave of anger grew in Marokov's heart.

Sasha, are you really that stupid?

Even if it is himself, he has already seen the situation clearly.

Even before the H-20 was born, preparations were made for further expansion of cooperation.

And now, judging from Wang Ming's words, Huaxia is not very satisfied with this cooperation.

The hopes of United Airlines, no, even the whole of Russia, are going to be ruined in your hands!

He clenched his fist slightly, and in his heart he had already sentenced Sasha to death.

After being silent for a long time, he finally calmed down the agitated emotions in his heart, and pretended to speak easily:

"This time, those Yankees should be shocked."

"I've heard that they have been treating our H-20 program as an ordinary bomber development project, and even the most radical views have only seen this aircraft as a non-stealth strategic bomber similar to the Tu-160."

"Now that the finished product is in front of them, there will probably be a large number of people in their intelligence department who will suffer misfortune."

"It's better to be dead."

Wang Ming muttered, and then seemed to realize that it was not good to say this, so he coughed, changed his tone and said:

"In fact, the Americans are not so vulnerable - they are undoubtedly the first in terms of technical background and military strength."

"We're just making some breakthroughs in some areas, and we don't pose much of a threat to them."

Hearing Wang Ming's words, the sourness in Marokov's heart was almost so thick that he could directly melt gold.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked:

"Ming, do you know what the range of the H-20 is?"

Wang Ming glanced at Marokov a little strangely, and asked rhetorically:

"This is confidential information, how could I possibly tell you?"

I didn't want you to tell me, I just wanted to remind you of one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"I want to remind you that this is a super strategic bomber with a range of at least 10,000 kilometers, a maximum speed of more than Mach 2, an unknown bomb load, but definitely larger than the 25 tons of the B-2, the world's most advanced stealth and radar technology, and undoubtedly capable of carrying nuclear weapons!"

"Such a big killing weapon, you actually tell me now that it doesn't pose much of a threat to them?!"

"You can't pose much of a threat, do you mean you can't sink the North American continent in a single attendance??"

At the same time, on the other side of the ocean.

National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency.

Red sat in his chair in front of the monitor, staring at the screen in front of him without blinking.

Since the last time the first flight of the J-20C was monitored by spy satellites, the focus of the entire intelligence bureau has been immediately adjusted.

Now, their daily work is to monitor several major test sites through satellites, hoping to grasp each other's movements as soon as possible.

——

Actually, Rhett doesn't think there is much point in doing it.

The reason is very simple, if an opponent like Huaxia can be photographed by you in the open air, it means that the aircraft has entered the final stage before entering service.

What's the use of you shooting clearly?

And you can't stop it from taking off.

Perhaps the only role is to regard it as your own achievements and go to the corner tower and the Congress to show your merits.

Still, it's not bad for me.

After all, every time you find a new plane, it means that your prize money is going up again.

With such a mentality, some unknown thoughts also arose in his heart.

It would be nice if China's aviation industry progressed a little faster.

Sooner or later, those new planes will fly over their heads, but it's not too early.

But now, they haven't moved for months.

The so-called "strategic bomber" project, which has always been regarded as the greatest threat by the superiors, has also not moved.

I really don't know when I will get my next bonus.

Thinking of this, Red couldn't help but sigh.

But just as he was about to stand up and pour a cup of coffee, a strange object appeared in his vision.

That's a satellite shot.

An airplane.

An airplane in the shape of a flying wing.

It is pitch black all over, extremely large in size, and has a bright flame spewing from its tail.

Red couldn't help but frown.

How did you get the B-2?

He subconsciously wanted to check the latitude and longitude information of the satellite positioning, but the next second, he was stunned.

This thing is not a B-2 at all.

The B-2 doesn't have a variable-sweep wing design like it!

For a moment, great fear swept through his brain, and his fingers trembled as he fed new commands into the satellite, and then, one by one, the pictures kept coming back.

The latitude and longitude are not wrong, and now the satellite is aiming at the test site that he has been paying attention to for several months.

And in the sky above that test field, a steel monster was flying.

Everything that lies beneath its wings seems so small compared to it

Strategic bombers came.

The strategic bombers of Huaxia are coming!

Red looked around in horror, trying to find someone to come over and look at the pictures, to be told that it wasn't real, that it was just a system error, or that it was actually a model airplane.

But it is clear that this possibility does not exist at all

His heart was beating wildly, and after printing out the last photo, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately rushed out the door

A few minutes later, the corner tower office.

Bob looked at the satellite images in silence for several minutes without being able to utter a word.

The assistant on the other side was even more silent, he didn't know how much impact this incident would have on the strategic layout of the entire United States, but he knew one thing very well:

From now on, the United States will no longer be the only country with stealth strategic bombers.

In this area, the authority that the United States has held for many years has been taken away, and it is unknown when it will be able to regain it, and even whether it will be able to regain it at all.

Then it occurred to him that the loss of authority often meant rebellion.

Just like those myths, when Zeus's scepter is lost, is he still Zeus?

Perhaps, those who have been given authority will not immediately challenge the authority of the old king.

But what about those who have long been oppressed by the old king?

Yes, the H-20 will not fly to the continental United States immediately, and even it will not fly out of Chinese airspace anytime soon.

However, as long as it is in the air, the world will be forced to follow the trajectory of its flight.

The reason is simple.

What the United States could have done has now been able to do in China.

So, is it possible that those small countries will no longer obey the orders of the United States, but turn to the enemies of the United States?

The assistant didn't dare to think any further, and just then, Bob, who was sitting behind his desk, spoke.

"Open the global deployment map."

The assistant was stunned for a moment and asked a stupid question:

"Ours, or theirs?"

"Ours."

Strangely enough, Bob didn't get angry because of this, he just sat there silently as if he had drained all his strength, repeating his instructions.

"Open our global deployment map."

The assistant hurriedly completed the operation, and then, on the screen, a huge dynamic map was projected.

Bob sighed deeply.

"Island nation, we have 140 military bases."

"These bases, all of them are within the coverage of the H-20."

"All the words destroyed. They need about 14 sorties. ”

After a moment's pause, his gaze shifted further up.

"Alaska, Bering Strait."

"Two sorties are enough."

"Kuwait, AFH, maybe 5 sorties. I don't know, maybe less. ”

"Turkey, Qatar no, Qatar does not need it, just a Turkey, the same sortie."

"South America. One sortie, more than enough. ”

"Europe. It may be a little more difficult, but if the H-20 does fly overhead, they won't help us. ”

"North America. This is the last line of defense. ”

Bob's voice grew lower, then disappeared completely.

His gaze wandered over the picture, and it was a few minutes before he looked back at his assistant with a bitter smile.

"It's over."

"All of our global military deployments are within their strike range."

"They can hit us with precision from any corner."

"And we don't even have anything to do about it."

"Variable-swept wing supersonic stealth strategic bomber. I really don't understand, how the hell do they do it? ”

"It's too late, we know too late."

Bob clenched his fists.

He took a long breath, then stood up abruptly:

"Issue an order to all armed forces to upgrade the level of defense readiness to level three."

"All fleets on duty are to be retracted to the mainland, and all non-essential military operations are suspended."

"All underwater ships are on 24-hour combat readiness."

"Understood."

The assistant hurriedly replied.

But then, he asked:

"Isn't it too sensitive?"

Bob smiled self-deprecatingly and asked rhetorically:

"Sensitive?"

"Do you think that's called sensitivity?"

"Our good days are over, starting today, as long as that plane disappears on the tarmac, all our military dispatches can only use it as an imaginary enemy!"

(End of chapter)