Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Two white trails at an altitude of 20,000 meters stretched continuously, then diffused outwards, becoming thicker and thicker. Sunlight shone through the smoke columns, creating colorful rays, looking like a rainbow, very beautiful.

However, the one who launched this rainbow was Death!

Mukoy felt his heart pounding wildly. His gaze shifted between the altimeter and speedometer in the cockpit and the outside, watching the two white trails rapidly approaching. The high-decibel warning sound in his headset continued, as if tolling the death knell.

No, impossible, I'm flying a MiG-25, a fighter jet that has never been shot down!

Mukoy took two deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He knew that as a pilot, he had to remain calm no matter what the situation, but the noisy calls coming from the headset still made him feel flustered.

Twenty-one thousand meters!

Can the opponent's missile catch up? It probably lost its kinetic energy and fell, right?

Mukoy turned his head to look outside again. Sure enough, he could no longer see the white trails. He breathed a sigh of relief, too scary! Luckily, he got rid of them by altitude.

Wait, what's that?

A rapidly enlarging dot appeared in his retina. The dot turned into a disc, and he could see the missile fins around it. The missile actually flew over?

What to do? What to do?

Sweat poured from Mukoy's forehead, trickling down his cheeks. His hands trembled slightly. He tried to stay calm, staring at the missile, one thousand meters, five hundred meters, three hundred meters, one hundred meters!

Now! Mukoy's hand suddenly pushed the control stick, and the huge MiG-25 quickly escaped the previous climb and went into a dive.

Fortunately, the missile was flying from the left, so he could visually see the missile's trajectory and then maneuver to evade. If it had been flying from behind, he could only rely on luck.

The small Super Matra 530F missile really didn't have time to react, flying over the top of the MiG-25.

Thank goodness, dodged it! Mukoy breathed a sigh of relief, just as he was about to level the plane, he heard a terrifying explosion.

Boom!

Damn it, how could I forget, two white trails, the opponent fired two missiles!

The hit rate of a single missile attack is not too high. To pursue a higher hit rate, pilots in air combat will also luxuriously choose to fire two missiles at the same time. Back in the skies over Vietnam, American pilots preferred to fire all the unreliable Sparrow missiles at once, hoping that a blind cat would catch a dead mouse.

Although it was a salvo, there was a sequence. When approaching, Mukoy only noticed the one flying in front and successfully dodged it. However, his luck had run out. The second Matra 530F missile successfully flew within a few meters of it, and then detonated its warhead.

Bang!

The canopy above his head was thrown off, and a cold current poured into the cockpit. Then, a burst of flame erupted from under his buttocks, the rocket of the ejection seat ignited, and Mukoy left the cockpit.

Although the MiG-25 could fly to an altitude of 30,000 meters, its ejection seat was still an old model, only slightly upgraded: the parachute would be set to open at 3,000 meters and 6,000 meters depending on the ground altitude. For Mukoy, he now needed to free fall from an altitude of more than 20,000 meters to an altitude of 6,000 meters before opening the parachute, provided that the mountain below him was lower than 6,000 meters, otherwise, he would directly crash into the mountain.

When he woke up from the huge ejection overload, he was in a terrible mood. Even if he landed alive, how would he get back?

Compared to the miserable Mukoy, the attacking side was elated.

"Lightning reports, the target disappeared from the radar screen. Visually, a fireball was discovered in the distant airspace."

"Successful target practice!"

"Great! Finally..." The guide was extremely excited. When he said this, Qin Yang patted him on the shoulder, and he realized and quickly shut up.

"Success, shot it down!" The others were still clapping and cheering.

"Well done!" Old Lin excitedly slammed a fist on the table, cracking it.

Pierre was a little curious, was it necessary? Wasn't it just a successful target practice? Did they have to be so excited?

"Everyone, you have seen the advanced performance of our fighter jets, you should be satisfied, right?" Pierre said.

"Satisfied, of course we are satisfied." Old Lin said: "On behalf of the Air Force, I would like to express our position. Our Air Force is very satisfied with the performance of the Mirage 2000! We will report to the superiors now!"

Pierre finally let go of a hanging heart. He knew that the Old Lin in front of him held a high position of authority in the Air Force. Now that he had spoken, it was likely to be done!

He had to thank President Qin. Without President Qin's efforts, the Orientals would definitely have chosen other fighter jets! Thinking of this, he looked at Qin Yang with gratitude.

Qin Yang smiled and continued: "That's right, French-made fighter jets are so awesome. What F-16, there's no need to consider them at all. They used to promote a castrated version equipped with the J79 to us. Now, I don't know what version they will provide us. It must be a low-end one, how can it compare to the Mirage 2000, which is the same standard as the French Air Force!"

"That's right, we won't look at the F-16 anymore, it's the Mirage 2000!"

Pierre was overjoyed. When he got off the plateau, he would give President Qin some more money as a thank you. This was not a one-time deal, and he would need to keep in touch in the future.

"Should the plane be flown directly to Chengdu?" Qin Yang continued to suggest, everyone was so excited, don't let the French see anything.

The news spread back to the capital, in the aircraft building in Gongzhufen, a group of leaders were excited.

"Good, great, this time we severely taught the Ah San a lesson, let's see if they dare to run wild again in the future!"

"That's right, after Lao Liu was fired, he drank alone every day, saying more than once that he wanted revenge, this time he finally got his wish, I'm going to find him for a few drinks!"

"I can't wait, let's go to the cafeteria to drink in a while, to celebrate!"

"This time President Qin has made a great contribution, he is really a talent, only he could come up with this kind of method. What do you say, is there any way to get President Qin into our aviation system?"

"Don't get any ideas about him, be careful that Old Nie is unhappy."

"By the way, the performance of this Mirage 2000 is really good, should we really buy a batch for emergency use?"

Originally, they only intended to borrow a knife to kill someone, but now they were really tempted.

After the Mirage 2000 completed its mission, it flew directly to Chengdu Airport. As the plane taxied to the apron, a large group of people surrounded it. Camara walked down the airstair, looking curiously at the people in front of him, and then his feet left the ground. He was lifted up by everyone and thrown high into the sky.

Hurray! Hurray!

Gavin Yong, who was also thrown into the air, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling particularly comfortable.

Countless people were excited, proud and proud. But everyone forgot that there was still an unlucky guy! After he parachuted, he landed on the snowy mountain top and froze for two days in the cold current, eventually becoming an ice sculpture, and was discovered decades later, becoming evidence of Ah San's invasion of the motherland's airspace.