Chapter 4

"Hmm!"

Deng Jianguo heard this, and the corners of his mouth finally outlined a rare smile.

"Still, we cannot lower our guard!"

"For this aviation exercise, many academicians from relevant fields will come to observe and learn from the experience."

"We must not make any mistakes."

"Understood!"

Zhou Yonghui immediately gave a proper military salute.

Although he said so.

Deng Jianguo also understood in his heart that this was just a normal military exercise.

There was no need to talk about the result of the battle; Deng Jianguo was clear about it.

It was nothing more than the J-20 showing its divine power, fighting ten alone, and shooting down enemy planes without any damage, achieving a great victory.

You must know that the J-20 is a genuine fifth-generation aircraft; facing the Free Nation's F-22 Raptor, it might be lacking.

But dealing with a fourth-generation aircraft like the J-11B, it couldn't be easier.

Every time a fighter jet changes a generation, the gap between them is like a chasm.

Let alone ten, even twenty or thirty wouldn't be able to beat the J-20!

As for the J-8, let's not even mention it...

It's not even in the same dimension.

How could a second-generation aircraft possibly challenge a fifth-generation aircraft?

If the J-20 were to be shot down by the Eighth Master, he, Deng Jianguo, could have his head twisted off and used as a ball for Zhou Yonghui to kick!

For Deng Jianguo, the highlight of that day was still how to receive those academicians from the Imperial Capital.

You must know that in today's Dragon Nation, the resources an academician can leverage.

Are far beyond the imagination of a Senior Colonel like him, Deng Jianguo.

The so-called air exercise was just a background board.

Over so many years, the various combat data of the J-20 that should have been collected had long been collected.

This military exercise was just to build bridges for these academicians to exchange research results.

A week passed quietly.

Like a white horse passing a crack, it happened suddenly.

During these seven days, Song Qi ate and lived in the workshop, truly achieving.

Ignoring affairs outside the window, focusing only on building the sage machine.

Looking at his masterpiece in front of him, Song Qi was satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

This cool shape, this nice hydrogen-diesel hybrid air-energy power system, and this streamlined body.

It was simply indescribably beautiful.

Even more beautiful than that Dilraba!

Forget it!

Let the transport department send it to Zhou Yonghui.

By the way, add an instruction manual so that this kid doesn't fail to operate it...

Until he watched the fighter jet being dragged away.

Song Qi's hanging heart finally returned to his stomach.

During these seven days, Song Qi hadn't slept much, racking his brains for this fighter jet, sleeping only two or three hours a day.

Fortunately, he was young, otherwise he would have died of sudden death sooner or later... ===== CHAPTER 6 =====