Super Weapon Swap System

Chen Rui is also excited. He looks up. The sky is clear and the vision is broad. It is definitely a good day for flight performance. Look at today's performance subjects. He has his most valued performance of F-15 fighter. He has been looking forward to it for a long time.

His eyes looked to the side, and there were more planes in the open space not far from his side.

Those planes look relatively small, with a huge nose. The two cockpits occupy a lot of space. It is Niu Guo's trainer, which is painted in bright red, which means that this kind of plane is the seat of the red arrow flight performance team.

Their plane was transported by the ground service last night. Because the site is full, they can only be temporarily arranged in the grass here. At this time, there are already people busy making preparations before taking off.

Chen Rui looked at these planes. Although he said a lot of exciting words last night, he had to say that on that occasion. If he gave himself another chance, he would still say so.

Just as he looked over, he saw that the pilots there had begun to wander around the plane.

Generally speaking, a plane has several support teams, but pilots still believe in themselves. Before performing tasks, pilots have to check around the plane themselves. At ordinary times, they will walk around in front of their plane.

Kelly was there too. When she looked at Chen Rui, she immediately remembered what happened last night, so she came over with great strides.

"Boy, that's right. What you said yesterday is the shortcomings of our aircraft. No aircraft is perfect. There must be defects. Dare you say your aircraft is perfect? We can show our level by performing with this aircraft."

After Kelly went back yesterday, she thought carefully and found that Chen Rui was right. Although he was right, her own side will never admit defeat. Her own side is the best.

Hearing the other party's question, Chen Rui thought carefully, and then said, "I feel that our plane really doesn't have defects."

This sentence makes Kelly angry and boastful. Even eagle's advanced third-generation aircraft have problems. For example, their engines are unstable, they can't reach their service life, and they're almost grounded. What's the level of Han? You say your plane is perfect here?

"Well, I'd like to see how perfect your plane is!"

"Yes, please follow me and I'll introduce you." Chen Rui said very politely. He is very confident in his own fighters. As long as he introduces them to each other, he may still have a chance?

"No, I'm not interested in the plane you improved with the J-7. If you want me to look perfect, prove it in the sky."

"In that case, let me fly first," Chen Rui said. "When I finish flying, you will know how powerful this aircraft is."

"Hum, the performance sequence is arranged in advance. This is the rule. The rule is to be observed and can't be changed. When our gas truck comes and fills up, it's time to go up. We're the first."

Kelly said, turned back and walked back. Hum, what's bull? It's just a ghost. Others admire you. I don't accept it. I still want to fly first. Don't dream.

Kelly is quite conceited. As a female pilot, she naturally needs to receive more strict training and pay more. She is absolutely unwilling to look at Qin Guan, a pilot from the third world, pointing fingers and feet and putting on a smelly appearance in front of her.

Chen Rui can only shrug.

"Hey, Jack, how did you get here?" at this time, in a corner behind the base, Jack drove a large airport oil tanker and slowly came to the oil filler of the oil depot.

"Oh, I ran many times yesterday and I'm a little tired," said Jack. He didn't get off the bus and watched the people below help connect the fuel pipe.

Oil tankers usually do not store oil, but are only used to transfer fuel at the airport. After all, this fuel is highly volatile. Once it volatilizes on the oil tankers, it may catch fire.

Jack felt that his feet were a little soft. He drank too much yesterday. Unexpectedly, he affected his operation today. He can't let others notice. Otherwise, he may lose his job.

Jack waited for more than ten minutes. His tank car was full of fuel. He put into gear and loosened the clutch. At this time, his left foot was soft, but it didn't combine well. The engine hissed twice, the body shook, and then stalled.

Jack started the car again, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car finally moved. He smiled apologetically and drove away. Just turned a corner and just came to the booth of Dassault company. Jack reluctantly stepped on the brake. What's the matter today? He's tired. It's hard to drive this car. In case of anything, he'll be in big trouble.

When they refuel the plane, they must get close to the plane. If he makes a mistake and presses the brake late, he just hits the plane, he can't afford to pay for it.

What shall I do?

"Jack, take a break and I'll run for you." just then, a voice said.

Looking at the familiar face, Jack nodded, "thank you."

The other party happened to be wearing ground service clothes. There were so many people today that no one noticed the situation here. Jack almost walked a little shaky. He got out of the car, found a place to rest and watched the tanker continue to move.

The car roared and the driver was very excited. He started twists and turns for 20 minutes and finally came to the booth in the Han country.

"Hey, come on, J-8 fuel." the driver looked at the booth on the side of Han, but it was still the original display. The distance between fighters was very close, and his tanker couldn't drive in at all.

This made him a little anxious.

"OK, wait a minute, wait a minute." the Han personnel here hurriedly made preparations.

"No, the brake of the J-8 is dead and can't be released!" a ground crew shouted.

"The same is true of this J-7. What should I do?"

When the plane is on the ground, it depends on the wheels. The wheels are equipped with brakes, but generally, the brakes are released. Who knows that the brakes are dead now.

Everyone was in a hurry, and the driver's face was impatient.

"Why don't you give it to other planes first?" a young man said to the driver with an apology, "anyway, we only have a flight plan in the afternoon. We're not in a hurry now."

"No, I refuel according to the list given by the top. I can't mess up." the driver was very anxious: "what's the matter with you? At this level, do you still come to the exhibition?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." this side kept laughing.

"Hey, gas truck, come here and refuel us first." just then, the other side shouted.