Chapter 525

Lin Zhengpeng clearly understood in his heart that any deviation in each parameter could lead to test flight failure, even endanger the test pilot's life—this aircraft carries not only the team's painstaking effort, but also the future of Daxia's air force.

Xiao Wang nervously recorded the precision data of each simulation on the side, and seeing that the locking error of three consecutive attempts was kept within 0.01 meters, he couldn't help but exclaim softly:

"Peng Ge, this precision is too awesome! It exceeds the design standard by a notch!"

Lin Zhengpeng didn't turn his head, only the corners of his mouth slightly rose, his tone still steady: "Don't be careless, simulate the lock once more at extreme speed, ensure absolutely no mistake."

Time passed minute by minute, the atmosphere at the test flight field grew increasingly tense.

Hanna-led Materials Group has completed the coating inspection and is submitting data to Lin Shengli:

"Lin, all test points' high-temperature resistance meets standards, coating adhesion meets design requirements, and it can withstand the extreme environment during the test flight."

Lin Shengli took the data report, his fingertip lightly brushed over the paper report, quickly scanning each test point's values.

The handwriting on the report was neat and clear, with the names of the testing personnel and reviewers signed after each data set, immediately obvious.

He looked up toward the not-far Power Group area, where engineers were bustling around the engine nacelle, some using wrenches to check pipe connections, others using instruments to measure the engine's vibration frequency.

"Materials Group, stand by on site, ready to respond to any emergency at any moment." Lin Shengli ordered over the walkie-talkie, then strode toward the Power Group.

The wind-sand made the lower hem of his uniform flutter, yet he walked steady and firm, each step landing on the solid Gebi Tan.

Upon reaching the engine nacelle, the Power Group Leader hurried over and handed him a test record: "Chief Lin, the engine pre-start inspection is fully completed; fuel and lubrication systems show no leaks, thrust output is stable, cylinder working pressures are even, fully meeting test flight requirements."

Lin Shengli nodded, peered into the engine nacelle interior, where the piping was neatly arranged, wiring tightly bundled, with no trace of disorder.

"Engine pre-start normal, fuel and lubrication systems no leaks, thrust output stable." came the voice of the Power Group Leader.

Just then, Lin Zhengpeng's voice sounded again, carrying a hint of excitement not easily noticed.

"Dad, the fire control system's linkage verification with radar and weapon loading systems is complete! Three simulated aimings precisely locked onto the target, error under 0.01 meters, fully meeting design standards!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Shengli's tense lips finally revealed a barely perceptible arc. He lifted his gaze to the Jian-20 fighter jet; sunlight pierced the clouds, falling on the fuselage, as if gilding this steel iron eagle with a layer of gold.

"All groups, report final status!" Lin Shengli's voice echoed again across the test flight field.

"Materials Group normal!"

"Fire Control Group normal!"

"Power Group normal!"

"Aviation Electronics Group normal!"

One after another "normal" reports gathered into the most powerful voice.

Lin Shengli took a deep breath, picked up the walkie-talkie, his tone firm: "All groups are ready; notify the test pilot to enter the aircraft in ten minutes, prepare for test flight!"

The cold wind continued to howl, the kicked-up sand stinging their faces, and in every person's eyes at the test flight field a fire burned.

The Materials Group researchers packed up their instruments, patting dust off each other, their faces showing relieved smiles.

The Power Group engineers gathered together, quietly discussing the key points for monitoring power parameters during the test flight.

Lin Zhengpeng patted his assistant Xiao Wang on the shoulder, urging him to organize all the debugging data for later review.

Lin Shengli stood beside the command platform, watching the test pilot approach from afar—clad in an orange-red flight suit, especially conspicuous in the dim yellow light, the national emblem on his helmet shining brightly.

The test pilot walked up to Lin Shengli, gave a standard military salute: "General Lin, test pilot Zhang Qiang, request to board!"

Lin Shengli returned the salute, firmly gripping his hand: "Please!"

Zhang Qiang nodded firmly, turned and strode toward the Jian-20 fighter jet, his steps steady and powerful.

The scene gradually grew quiet, only the wind and the faint sound of the fighter jet's auxiliary power running could be heard, everyone's eyes fixed on that silver-gray aircraft.

They knew that a test flight concerning the future of Daxia's aviation industry was about to begin.

And this final debugging undoubtedly laid the most solid, reliable foundation for this test flight.

The Lin Family Courtyard in Sijiucheng was utterly different from the solemn atmosphere of the Xibei test flight field.

Two red lanterns were hung early on the vermilion lacquered gate, the columns beneath the porch wrapped in pale red ribbons—all arranged early that morning by Qin Jingru with two community colleagues; though not ostentatious, they exuded full joy and anticipation.

In the courtyard, the crabapple tree had just sprouted new buds, swaying gently in the spring breeze; beneath it stood a few Eight Immortals tables, with Zheng Juan leading Han Chunyan and the household maid carefully wiping the table tops in preparation for the later blessing ceremony.

In the main hall, He Yushui sat before the window-side sewing machine, holding a piece of dark blue silk, her fingertips still specked with gold powder.

On the wooden table before her lay the cut-out peace amulet patterns, red string, and a small bundle of mugwort—all specially selected goods from the supply and marketing cooperative a few days earlier.

The sewing machine's soft clack was especially clear in the quiet main hall; whenever it paused, He Yushui would pick up the silk to compare, her gaze intensely focused.

"Yushui, take a break and drink some water? You've been sewing all afternoon." Ding Qiunan walked in holding a cup of warm water, her white coat not yet changed, having just come from the hospital and headed straight to the main hall.

She set the water cup on the table edge, her gaze falling on He Yushui's hands holding the peace amulet, and couldn't help but praise: "Your sewing skills keep getting better; the stitches are neater than when you sewed the children's school bags last time."