pertwk Chapter 42 Speed Has No Limits
Chapter 42 Speed Has No Limits
[Beep—You have been "crashed" by an enemy aircraft, and the system has determined you to be dead!]
[Pilot - Killer Eagle, please comply with exercise regulations, immediately leave the exercise area, and maintain radio silence throughout!]
A glaring red warning popped up on the DHU. Wei Weibin activated the fighter jet's auto-cruise function, slumped into the pilot's seat, and stared blankly out the window at the unmanned combat aircraft that had just "destroyed" them and was now slowing down and maneuvering back to base.
Just now, the unmanned combat aircraft broke through the missile's interception and rushed down at Mach 6, finally passing by them 500 meters away without touching them at all.
However, Wei Weibin understood that this did not mean the other side could not hit them.
It's because this is a drill; all that's needed is to demonstrate that the target can be hit, not necessarily to actually hit it.
If this weren't an exercise, but a real aerial battle...
By this time, they and the J-20 fighter jets beneath them had long since become fireworks in the sky.
"Beep—"
At this moment, the command center's communications came through, and the Chengdu Air Force commander said in a serious tone: "Weibin, Zijian, you can return to base now. This was an exercise of strategic value, and you have done a perfect job."
"Commander..."
Wei Weibin opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "I'm already dead... I heard it."
I used to think that he was piloting the country's top fifth-generation fighter jet, which was also one of the world's top fifth-generation fighter jets.
From then on, except for a very few evil cultivators' electronic warfare aircraft, he was unstoppable on the aerial battlefield.
But unexpectedly, before he could become the god of aerial slaughter...
On his first live-fire exercise in a J-20 fighter jet, he was destroyed by an unmanned combat aircraft less than five meters in size.
"Screw you, get back here right now! If you don't return and land within half an hour, you're doing ten laps around the track tonight!"
The commander snapped at him impatiently, "Come back and submit a report on your experience from this live-fire exercise. Write it carefully and think it through. This is related to whether you can fly the brand-new J-20 fighter jets."
A brand new J-20 fighter jet?
Has the J-20 been improved with enhanced engines and added intelligent systems?
Wei Weibin was jolted, and his eyes regained their sparkle.
As a J-20 pilot, he was well aware of the J-20's biggest problem.
That is, it has a congenital heart disease, but the fifth-generation fighter jet uses the engine of the fourth-generation fighter jet.
If this heart problem can be resolved, he is confident that victory will still belong to him in today's battle.
Because before the drones could complete their high-altitude strike, they had already broken through the eastern clouds and waited for sunset to achieve a fatal blow using beyond-visual-range combat.
"Destroy the enemy, received. I'm returning immediately!"
Wei Weibin shouted excitedly. The next second, he seemed to think of something, pushed the control lever to exit cruise mode, pulled the throttle to catch up with the returning drone, and switched to the internal communication channel of the military system to send a message.
[Beep—Hello, what are the names of these two unmanned combat aerial vehicles?]
[...Hot Number]
The drone's trajectory shifted slightly in the air, and the next second, a somewhat immature, youthful voice rang out.
Hot and Spicy?
This fighting style is really hot... Is this the characteristic of Sichuan and Chongqing?
Wei Weibin couldn't help but complain inwardly, then sent a second message: "[At the last moment, were you the one who took control of the drone? Why didn't you use laser targeting, but instead chose 'ramming'?"]
But this time, there was no reply from the other end.
The unmanned combat aircraft accelerated and quickly disappeared into the horizon, bathed in the glow of the setting sun.
Rumble!
Tens of minutes later, the roar of engines filled the sky above Laboratory 78.
Hot No. 2 and Hot No. 3 descended from the sky, trailing blue and yellow flames, gliding for 100 meters on the test track before coming to a steady stop at the laboratory entrance.
"Our hero is back!"
Wang Xingguo shouted, and before the residual heat of the unmanned combat aircraft could dissipate, he grabbed a flashlight and a hammer and went over.
"hiss--"
Wang Xingguo shone a flashlight on the engine's exhaust pipe and gasped, "Running a ramjet combustion at Mach 6 at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the air intake is too high, the engine temperature is too high, this engine needs a major overhaul."
The engine enters ramjet mode, and supersonic airflow rushes into the engine combustion chamber, directly compressing and completing combustion.
Because supersonic ramjet engines have higher combustion efficiency, they consume several times more fuel per unit time than small-bypass turbofan engines.
For the same engine size, the power output of a ramjet engine is often several times or even dozens of times that of a small bypass turbofan engine, and the temperature of the combustion chamber is also much higher.
This terrifying temperature put enormous pressure on the engine.
"Ramjet engines have too much internal pressure, so their lifespan is not long to begin with."
Lin Dong chuckled lightly in response.
The ramming mode is activated below the critical airspace.
The excessive air intake caused the engine temperature to exceed the limit, resulting in engine damage due to high temperature, which was within his expectations.
However, while unmanned combat aircraft are not exactly the kind of aircraft that rely on swarm tactics, they are mainly low-altitude, low-speed drones designed for mutual destruction.
However, if you can switch to a higher-value target, it's a worthwhile deal.
How much did his hot car cost to build? Less than five million.
How much does a J-20 fighter jet cost? A conservative estimate is 7 million yuan.
Exchanging a single engine overhaul for a J-20 fighter jet, at most costing a million dollars, is undoubtedly the most brilliant milestone in the history of air combat.
Not to mention that before engaging the J-20, the Hot Spicy also shot down one J-10 fighter jet each.
When it comes to gadgets, out with the old, in with the new.
In Lin Dong's mind, unmanned combat aircraft are built to be built.
As long as the data can be brought back from each mission, it doesn't matter whether the drone itself is destroyed or not.
With the data, he could create Hot No. 4 and Hot No. 5, passing on the Hot No. 2 code name forever.
"Besides the engine, there are also some loose parts in the internal structure. Mach 6 is still a bit too fast, and the structure needs to be optimized further."
Lin Dong picked up a hammer and banged it a few times. Listening to the noise coming from inside the drone, he quickly came up with a plan.
It's still not perfect; it can't even fully handle Mach 6, so improvements are needed.
"..."
Listening to his son's words, Lin Weiliang couldn't help but interject, "Mach 6 is too fast. Shouldn't the speed be reduced? Why is it now about optimizing the structure...? Do you really want to turn this unmanned combat aircraft into a missile? Trying to integrate a fighter jet and a missile?"
Mach 6, two kilometers per second, what does that mean?
Apart from fourth-generation air-to-air missiles and ballistic missiles with secondary ignition capabilities, no other missiles in the world can reach this speed.
But Lin Dong was not satisfied with this; he wanted to continue optimizing and accelerating the process.
"Dad, there is no limit to the pursuit of speed."
Lin Dong said seriously, "Mach 6 is less than a third of the first cosmic velocity. It's not even enough to fly a planet. How can it stop us because of that?"
Done.
Lin Dong looked at the sky where the sun had sunk behind the mountains, leaving only a sliver of afterglow, handed the hammer to Lin Weiliang, yawned, and said, "I promised Mom I'd go home for dinner."
"Dad, could you and Uncle Wang help me push the Hot Air back to the lab? It's almost out of fuel, but the fuselage isn't too heavy now. I'll come back to check it next time."
talking.
Lin Dong waved his hand, left the test site, and returned to the Chengdu Aircraft Industry Group's residential compound.