He swallowed the food in his mouth and continued:

"Do you know what I was thinking before I went to college? At that time, wasn't there a period of time where all the news was about the F-22? It was said that a sci-fi fighter would take off and crush all the current fighter jets, and that one fighter jet could destroy a country.

Something like that."

"At that time, I thought, damn, when I get into college, I will also build fighter jets."

"But then I thought, research and development is too slow. If I finish the F-22, maybe others will have F-32 and F-42."

"So, the best way is to steal one and bring it back."

"I also searched on Google for the location of their military base, and planned to steal it when I go to study abroad."

"I made a very detailed plan, so I went to Anchorage to steal it. Taking advantage of the snowstorm, I got on the plane and flew at a very low altitude. I found a deserted land to make an emergency landing. Then I sent someone to pick up the engine and everything else, and then passed through Bering.

Ship it to Russia through the strait and enter through Vladivostok.”

"But I never expected that before I could take action, we would do it ourselves."

These words left everyone speechless, and Chen Nian couldn't help but admire his clear thinking again.

Also, without this little bit of imagination, he might not be able to come up with the idea of ​​being a loyal wingman at this time.

Li Xiang on the side shook his head and said with a smile:

"It's like writing a novel. I didn't think that far ahead. We discussed it at that time, but we both felt that there was really no chance."

"Isn't there some saying on the Internet that a dozen of them can be exchanged for one? In fact, anyone who is really knowledgeable knows that, let alone a dozen of them, a hundred of them will be in vain."

"They will run away. Once the afterburner is turned on, you can't find them or catch them up. There's no point in fighting them."

"But it's better now. The F-22s haven't even entered the fleet yet, and the J-22 has entered the fleet first."

"It's time to think about this problem, now it's time for the United States to think about it."

Seeing his high-spirited expression, Chen Nian couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

They are lucky.

Because we have the J-22.

Although it is only one or a few, its existence is enough to change a lot of things.

What was it like in that era when you came back?

Putting aside the classic and tragic idea of ​​"eight aircraft for one", the entire country at that time was forced into a deep pessimism.

Even writers who write science fiction dare not imagine that we will be able to confront them head-on one day in the future.

Chen Nian clearly remembered that in a novel, the first wave of American offensives completely destroyed our air defense system.

Even the Army was retreating steadily under the opponent's electronic warfare offensive.

Only with the help of unconventional means such as "full-screen channel blocking interference" can we achieve a tragic victory.

Are we really that weak?

In fact, it's really that weak!

So weak that in many cases, the goal pursued by the so-called "asymmetric strategy" is not normal tactical checks and balances, but mutual destruction.

People who have not experienced that era cannot understand the tragedy of this strategy. When talking about log transport trucks and big black fish on the bottom of the sea, the new generation of military fans think of defeating the enemy thousands of miles away and diving into the sea.

But in fact, the birth of these equipment has only one meaning:

To sacrifice oneself in exchange for the survival of the nation.

Not only the equipment itself, but also the ideals held by those who make these equipment are the same.

Chen Nian breathed a long sigh of relief, dispersed the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and put on a smile again.

Then he raised his glass, clinked it and drank it in one gulp.

Seeing how generous he was, others were not far behind. Even Qiu Mai changed the juice in his glass to low-alcohol wine.

There was a lot of drinking, and several people quickly got a little drunk.

Wang Jiancheng sat on the ground in a daze, leaning on the sofa behind him and said:

"Senior, actually I lied to you."

"Didn't you ask me before why I didn't go to the military academy? It wasn't because I didn't want to go, and it wasn't because of the scholarship. It was because my dad wouldn't let me go."

"Actually, I have two uncles, my father's younger brothers, and they are both soldiers."

"They died in Laoshan in 1989."

"When I visited my relatives the year before, they bought me snacks in large and small boxes. When I came back the next year, they themselves were like small boxes."

"My dad is scared. He is afraid that there will be another war. He is afraid that I will turn into a box and go back."

"So, he refused to let me go to the military academy."

"I thought, if I don't want to go, I won't go. It's the same thing here."

"I didn't tell you the truth before because I was afraid that you would look down on our family."

Wang Jiancheng's voice gradually lowered, and Chen Nian remained speechless.

He didn't know how to speak.

Some people, even though they have taken advantage of themselves, still scold them for not giving enough.

And some people, who have given everything to themselves, are afraid that it will still be too little.

After a long time, he said solemnly:

"No one here has the right to look down on you."

Wang Jiancheng smiled naively and suddenly became happy again.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Hehe, it's pretty good now."

"I've thought about it. You don't have to go to the war personally. It's actually not bad for me to take care of the rear."

"Now we have the J-22, but it's not enough."

"When will I build the fluctlight? I'll beat anyone who comes. If anyone provokes me again, I'll kill them!"

Chen Nian also laughed.

This kid is still thinking about his fluctuating light.

However, if it is actually created in the future, why not?

He patted Wang Jiancheng on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Yes, kill them!"

As he spoke, the time passed midnight.

Firecrackers blasted outside the window, and countless fireworks rose into the sky.

The four of them walked to the balcony and stared at the stream of light in the sky.

In this stream of light, there was a faint sound of thunder roaring past.

On this day, Chengdu 611 Institute, the lift fan passed the verification, and the J-20B verification model rose from the ground in the wind tunnel.

At the same time, Wuxi 607 Research Institute, the PL-17 air-to-air missile improved on the basis of the PL-15 was launched by the J-22, piercing the 800-mile sky.

The fireworks are bright, but what’s even brighter is about to reveal its true identity!
Chapter completed!