Chapter 1,373 We Export the Best Pilots!

After learning the content of the competition between Jiang Chen and Mateo, Chemezov's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Zhicao, why don’t you use your Aurora-20 to fight other people’s sixth-generation aircraft? You use the MiG-25 that we have almost thrown away to fight against sixth-generation aircraft? Is this because you don’t intend to have a good competition?

Because he was so shocked, Chemezov even forgot to raise the price and directly quoted the cost price. Jiang Chen didn't bother to bargain and paid directly. In the end, this MiG-25 was directly sold to the Future Military Industry at a floor price as a test product for competition with the Chemezov Group.

The competition begins soon.

Two planes were parked on the runway.

The MiG-25 is a third-generation aircraft, so the military industry side of the future will take the lead. Five minutes after the MiG-25 took off, the Hurricane fighter took off and began the game of eagle and chicken...

Sitting in the driver's seat of the MiG-25, the "Matador" skillfully reached out to open various instruments in the cabin, and then checked each system one by one to see if the aircraft was normal.

Seeing this scene, Chemezov's pupils tightened as he stood aside.

Until Matador sat in the driver's seat, he still had doubts about whether this robot could really drive the MiG-21 into the sky. But now he has no doubt about this, and has begun to look forward to it. What tricks can "electronic pilots" do with something like the MiG-25 that is about to be thrown into the grave of history?

Also watching this scene, Mateo's lungs were about to explode.

He felt his intelligence was insulted.

After mentally greeting all the women in Jiang Chen's family, he waved to the assistant next to him with a sullen face.

"I want you to end the fight within five minutes! Put their broken robots and arrogance on the ground and rub them together!"

As an old antique that is about to be thrown into the aircraft graveyard, if there is any advantage to this MiG-25, it is probably only speed.

I remember there was such a joke a long time ago.

One day Khrushchev inspected the Mikoyan Design Bureau and saw the MiG-25. He called in the designer and asked: "This aircraft uses so much steel and is so heavy. How can it avoid missiles?" "

The designer immediately opened the cockpit cover and said: "Dear Comrade Khrushchev, you don't have to worry at all. This just reflects the sophistication of our design! You see,

We've designed a throttle here. "

In the autumn of 1971, on the eve of the Fourth Middle East War, four Soviet MiG-25s were stationed in Egypt for reconnaissance of Israel. After Israel's most advanced F-4 fighter jets discovered a MiG-25 in the sky, they launched an AIM-9 Sidewinder missile. Then soon enough, the Israeli pilot saw something he would never forget. I saw the MiG-25 turning on the afterburner, kicking the accelerator, spitting out a stream of flames, and slipped away...

That's right, he just slipped away.

In the face of absolute speed, all maneuvers, radars and heat decoys are useless.

At that time, there was really no NATO air-to-air missile that could run faster than the MiG-25...

Use steel instead of titanium alloy to solve the heating problem of the fuselage, and then use a larger engine to push this iron lump to fly in the sky. Maozi's violent aesthetics pushed the MiG-25's maximum speed to the terrifying Mach 3.2 as early as Khrushchev's era.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you cut off the wings of this plane, it will be a big missile!

By the way, as a fifth-generation aircraft, the F22’s top speed is only Mach 2.25 (standard version)...

Holding the watch, five minutes had passed since the MiG-25 took off. The Hurricane fighter's engine spurted flames, passed over the runway at an alarming acceleration, pulled up the nose of the aircraft and jumped into the sky. The spectators standing on both sides of the runway couldn't help but secretly gasped at the smooth take-off action. This Hurricane definitely deserves the name of a sixth-generation aircraft.

I don’t know whether the future military industry is arrogant or confident, and they actually use something like the MiG-25 to challenge the most cutting-edge technology of the Finmeccanica Group. If you use the Aurora-20, you might still have half a chance of winning, but if you use the MiG-25...

It was really an eagle catching a chicken.

Unlike the spectators on both sides of the runway, the "Matador" sitting in the cabin has no emotion at all in the cold wide-angle eyepiece, only cold data. The moment the Hurricane fighter took off, he had already analyzed the performance of the aircraft.

"Searching..."

"Comparative strength between the enemy and ourselves..."

"Search completed, the chance of winning is only 0.1%..."

"The best combat plan has been confirmed and implemented."

There was no use of the advantage of being first to seize the advantageous attack blind spot, and the MiG-25 flew straight into the distance.

There are built-in cameras in the cabins of both sides, and there are also Sky Eye X1 satellites of Starlink Trading taking pictures from the sky. The images of the two fighters are transmitted to the surface in real time. The staff of the Future People's Military Industry brought in several holographic computers early. Live broadcast of what's going on in the air to the audience.

When he saw what the MiG-25 was doing, Mateo sneered in his heart.

"court death!"

Less than half a minute after the hurricane took off, it easily bit the tail of the MiG-25.

Two air-to-air missiles struck. Three seconds before the missiles approached the tail of the plane, Matador calmly pressed the button to release the heat decoy bombs. I saw a string of sparks falling from the sky, and the two missiles quickly flew out after two of the sparks, forgetting about the fleeing MiG-25.

"Your electronic pilot is only good at escaping?" Looking at Jiang Chen, Mateo sarcastically said.

"You'll know just by looking at it." Jiang Chen smiled slightly, not taking his sarcasm to heart at all.

Jiang Chen's reaction made Mateo feel like he had punched the cotton. However, just when he opened his mouth and was about to taunt him, Mateo looked at the two fighters that were gradually getting closer. I felt something was wrong.

However, this bad news only passed for a moment, because common sense told him that this situation was impossible.

The Hurricane was still biting the tail of the MiG-25, and from time to time it fired a series of cannons. However, not to mention that all the missiles were perfectly deflected by the thermal decoys, this shuttle bullet also hit nothing.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

Just when the speed reached Mach 3.2, the Matador suddenly pulled up the joystick.

At this moment, it completely transformed into a real matador, lifting its silver cape towards the hurricane that was chasing behind it. The MiG-25's nose suddenly pulled up, drawing an incredible trajectory in the air. The tail and nose of the plane switched positions in an instant, and the speed suddenly dropped from Mach 3.2 to below Mach 1.

"Cobra maneuver!" Chemezov almost shouted, his eyes widened and he shouted, "This is impossible!"

It's really impossible.

The aerodynamic layout of the MiG-25 makes it impossible to perform the Cobra maneuver. If you force the nose of the aircraft to be raised at high speed, the only outcome will be a crash of the aircraft, and the pilot must die first! However, just because it was a MiG-25, the design of the fuselage made of steel prevented the MiG-25's belly wings from being torn off immediately. The entire fighter jet was like a dry leaf pushed away by the wind. It flew out in a half-turn in the air.

The winner was decided in an instant.

The Hurricane fighter, which also accelerated to the limit, penetrated the belly of the MiG-25 at the moment when it raised its nose and suddenly decelerated.

It's just a pity that it doesn't use cannons or missiles.

It's the pitot tube on the nose...

In any case, it is impossible to find the "meritorious" pitot tube.

In the face of car accidents...oh no, machine accidents, whether it is a sixth-generation machine or a third-generation machine, the final outcome is the same. The contest ended in a tie, but Matador was flying a third-generation aircraft and Finmeccanica's Hurricane was a sixth-generation aircraft. There was a tie between the sixth-generation aircraft and the third-generation aircraft. Anyone who knew how to drive it was the "Hurricane" who lost.

"No one can defeat the Future Group in artificial intelligence technology... Now I finally understand the reason why the Future Military Industry has not bet on the sixth-generation aircraft." Standing next to the airport runway, the man with a Chinese face said lightly Sighed.

Indeed, the reasons need no explanation at all.

If in the hands of the military industry in the future, the Aurora-20, which is the pinnacle of fifth-generation aircraft, can transform into the pinnacle of sixth-generation aircraft at any time. Spending money and energy exclusively on researching sixth-generation aircraft will be unnecessary.

Carrying the thick black smoke, debris all over the sky fell from the top of the clouds along with two looming sparks. What fell was not only the wreckage of the MiG-25 and the Hurricane, but also the little bit of pride that remained in Mateo's heart.

Mateo stared at the sky blankly. It wasn't until Nickel standing next to him poked his arm that he came to his senses, moved his stiff neck, and looked at Jiang Chen who was standing aside.

Although he had considered the one-in-10,000 possibility that a sixth-generation fighter would lose to a third-generation fighter, he had not considered that it would end up like this. The slow-motion replay of the last moment told him that the Hurricane still took evasive actions when it was about to hit the MiG-25.

However, if you want to avoid excitement at that speed and distance, even AI cannot do it. Only God can do it...

Especially when the opponent has already calculated the advance amount.

From the beginning, the MiG-25 operated by Matador was rushing to die with the "Hurricane".

"Actually, you don't have to be so depressed," Jiang Chen coughed lightly, reached out and patted Mateo's shoulder, suppressing a smile and said, "At least we are tied, and I am not at odds with you... ahem, Make a bet."

Almost laughing, Jiang Chen quickly finished his sentence and walked aside quickly.

Looking at his shaking shoulders, Mateo felt a little sweet in his throat and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Standing on the other side of the track, Chemezov stood there like a sculpture, looking at the sky and completely speechless. What finally brought him to his senses was the black brother standing next to him.

The black brother looked sincere, poked his arm with his index finger, looked at him and said sincerely.

"Mr. Chemezov, my friend, I wronged you... What you sold me was definitely not a defective product... Well, give me a ten-shot kill of the MiG-25 that shot down a sixth-generation aircraft just now. , oh no, twenty are ready!”