Chapter 6

"All departments pay attention, notify the fighter jets to take off in an orderly manner!"

Deng Jianguo gave orders to the walkie-talkie.

In a short while, the roar of fighter jet engines came from above everyone's heads.

The fighter jets flew past like giant birds soaring in the sky.

"Hahahaha!"

"The J-20's speed is indeed the fastest! It's a cut faster than the J-11B!"

"After all, it's a fifth-generation aircraft! If its speed couldn't even beat a fourth-generation aircraft, wouldn't that make people laugh their teeth off?"

"However, there are still many difficulties in transforming the J-20 into a carrier-based aircraft..."

Just as the scholars were discussing, Deng Jianguo's pager rang.

"Report to the commander!"

"Pilot 1002 cannot take off!"

"I've never seen this J-8 before; I don't know how to fly it at all!"

"It's too weird..."

Deng Jianguo was stunned.

You say you don't know how to fly the J-20, I can understand, after all, it's a fifth-generation aircraft, and there aren't many in the entire Air Force who know how to fly it.

You don't know how to fly the J-8?

Are you embarrassed to be in the Air Force!

How did you become a pilot!

The Eighth Master has been in service in the Air Force for decades, and pilots have flown the Eighth Master more than they have driven cars.

How could someone not know how to fly it?

"Pilot 1002, please don't joke, take off immediately!"

"Commander! I'm not joking, this J-8 is really different..."

"There's an instruction manual in the cockpit, and I can't understand a single word..."

On the other end of the pager came the pilot's aggrieved voice.

Deng Jianguo silently looked at Zhou Yonghui.

He vaguely remembered that he had handed the task of modifying the J-8 to this kid.

What kind of mess are you making, kid...

Zhou Yonghui's body trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Commander! I'll go take a look!"

"Alright!"

Elder Zhao looked at this side with a smile and continued: "Let's go together too."

"Let's see what this J-8, which even the pilot doesn't know how to fly, looks like."

As soon as Elder Zhao said this, a burst of laughter erupted in the field.

Immediately after, everyone followed Zhou Yonghui's footsteps to the J-8's takeoff point.

At just one glance, all the academicians and experts present were stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

This streamlined fuselage, this perfect aerodynamic design, and this silver-gray appearance design, it was full of technological sense!

It was so handsome it was against the laws of nature!

"This aerodynamic design, it seems to be, it seems to be the F-22's..."

"And this fuselage shape, it's perfectly like a work of art!"

"Is this really a J-8?"

"Senior Colonel Deng, this is definitely not a J-8. I've studied planes for so many years, how could I not recognize a J-8."

"This of yours should be a concept plane model, and a very advanced one at that!"

Elder Zhao walked up to the J-8 and said while stroking the fighter jet in front of him.

"This plane definitely won't be able to fly..."

Deng Jianguo and Zhou Yonghui were also confused when they heard this.

Especially Zhou Yonghui, who was full of question marks at this moment.

That's not right!

What he gave Song Qi back then was clearly an Eighth Master?

He just asked him to modify it to look cooler; what on earth did he modify it into!

How did it become a concept plane?

Zhou Yonghui shook his head and hurriedly said: "Elder Zhao, I personally sent this plane for modification, the engine is fine, it must be able to fly!"

"If you don't believe me, I'll fly it for you to see!"

After saying this, Zhou Yonghui asked the pilot on the plane to get off and sat into the cockpit himself.

Looking at the cockpit full of technological sense in front of him, Zhou Yonghui couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Holy crap!

It looks even more advanced than the J-20!

Zhou Yonghui, Zhou Yonghui, you must be calm, you can't lose face in front of Elder Zhao and Elder Liu.

Show your strength as an ace pilot.

Zhou Yonghui was indeed an ace pilot and could even fly the J-20, but facing the J-8 in front of him, he was also at a loss.

Suddenly, Zhou Yonghui saw a red button at his hand.

Wait a minute.

Could this be the plane's start button!

Holding the mentality of giving it a try, Zhou Yonghui pressed the button.

The next second, four engines emitting blue light started instantly.

A thrust came.

Zhou Yonghui took off... ===== CHAPTER 8 =====