Chapter 89: What the Hell is an Industrial Product!

Dai Jingming didn't speak again.

Instead, he accelerated suddenly.

Then a large-arc roll.

"Cut. I thought you were going to do something!"

"Turns out you were running away!"

David saw the J-20 like this and couldn't help but mock triumphantly.

He gave the middle finger in the direction the J-20 left to show his disdain.

Dai Jingming was a silent, honest, and sincere person.

But such a person, once ignited with anger, his anger is extremely terrifying.

The J-20 rolled behind the F-35.

David saw the J-20 reappear and couldn't help but curse secretly.

"Damn it, like a ghost!"

However, he would soon know what Dai Jingming reciting his teacher's name meant.

Only to see Dai Jingming circle behind the F-35.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The J-20 circled to the rear of the F-35.

Dai Jingming manually controlled the aircraft to descend little by little.

Until the J-20's huge all-moving vertical tail stood up, he had already planned the attack route with his naked eyes.

The J-20's engine burst out with huge flames, just like a steel beast.

Rushed toward the F-35.

Dai Jingming carefully adjusted his position, so that the F-35's tail flame wouldn't touch his cockpit.

The J-20's huge left vertical tail carefully avoided the tail flame, cutting in from the side, like a sharp sword.

Directly cutting through the F-35 from the middle, through the aircraft engine, and the aircraft belly.

A series of whistling sounds of metal scraping against metal, the huge sound of metal stirring echoed throughout the field.

Dai Jingming pulled up the joystick, drawing a perfect arc in David's eyes, flying straight into the sky.

Leaving only the F-35 with a scrapped engine, leaking fuel, and severely damaged fuselage, along with the shocked David, struggling in the air.

In David's shocked and desperate eyes, J-20 pilot Dai Jingming completed this action smoothly.

The 1987 Barents Sea Scalpel was reenacted over the South Sea.

This action meant that this sea area would bring the same death and fear to the Eagle Country people.

And it completely broke the myth that Eagle Country was invincible, the F-35, as the empire's latest and strongest fighter jet.

Originally surrounded by countless halos, but today.

It was broken.

Gods do not bleed, otherwise their believers would be the first to tear at the god's flesh and blood.

Today, the god bled.

Dai Jingming didn't look at the F-35 behind him; this was already in the range of the high seas.

And, he might not be able to return alive.

After all, this hit directly smashed the engine and fuel tank.

The control system in the middle didn't know how many were cut off.

Of course, all of this was not without a price.

Dai Jingming was struggling to control the stability of the aircraft.

Only to see behind the J-20, the original two tall all-moving vertical tails, one had already been lost, leaving only the sturdy connecting line in the middle dragging a piece of vertical tail flying in the air.

At this time.

The J-20's flight control system was running crazily.

All data related to flight, current speed, altitude, atmospheric density, etc., etc.

All transmitted to the aircraft's central computer.

The remaining seven wing surfaces were constantly adjusting at a rate of twenty movements per second.

Using all computing power to make the aircraft run steadily.

Dai Jingming looked at everything in front of him in shock.

On the display in front of him, it showed that the left vertical tail was gone.

But he controlled the aircraft and still couldn't feel anything abnormal.

He returned in shock.

And in that F-35.

David kept muttering one sentence.

"Madman!"

"Madman!"

"Madman!"

He only now remembered who exactly the teacher Dai Jingming mentioned was.

Vasily, Tsymbal.

The executioner of the Barents Sea Scalpel.

A person who dared to defy heaven.

How could I have provoked such a person!

At this time, he could no longer care about face.

"Base! Base!"

"My fighter jet is severely damaged!"

"Engine destroyed, restart failed!"

"Fuel tank leaking!"

"Control system failed!"

In other words, this F-35 had completely turned into a glider that couldn't be controlled.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the altitude on his altimeter.

Dropping rapidly, just in the time he was speaking.

The altitude had already dropped by nearly 4,000 meters!

At this rate, he wasn't far from hitting the water and becoming fragments.

"Help, help!"

After speaking, he immediately opened the ejection seat button.

But what made him desperate was.

No response.

Whether it was the ticking alarm sound in front of him, or the scenery falling constantly outside the window.

Nothing changed.

At this time, the leaking fuel of the aircraft completely became the F-35 aircraft's death warrant.

The leaking fuel turned into a mist, extremely easy to ignite.

And it happened to be sprayed on the aircraft's engine.

Suddenly a raging fire ignited.

At this time, David was already desperate, he blindly groped for various buttons.

Seeming to want to open them all once.

But he found.

No use.

No use at all.

He could only look at the sea surface, in this aircraft that was like a coffin.

Die.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

"God. Save me!"

David looked at the increasingly close sea level.

Praying constantly.

Praying to his almighty God to save him, this lost lamb.

"Damn it! Why did I provoke him!"

"Why did I provoke him!"

"If I hadn't provoked him!"

"Wouldn't this have happened!"

The cockpit of the F-35 was filled with an atmosphere of regret.

Maybe God finally heard his prayer.

Maybe his strong desire not to be smashed onto the sea surface was too strong.

The aircraft finally didn't hit the sea surface as he expected.

Instead, black smoke kept spreading, and the range of the fire kept spreading.

Until it burned to the fuel tank.

With an explosion.

The F-35 turned into a beautiful firework, leaving its mark forever.

Inside the Nan Tianba base.

Everyone was anxiously waiting for news.

At this time, Zhang Wen looked up and suddenly discovered the J-20.

"Back!"

"Back!"

A few minutes later, the J-20 landed on the runway without any unstable performance.

Until the J-20 officially stopped.

Everyone saw the vertical tail behind the J-20, one was already missing.

After Dai Jingming came down, he saluted Director Yang, the regiment commander, and Zhang Wen.

"Report, mission successfully completed."

Then he told everyone the details.

"Good lad! Well done!"

Director Yang gave a thumbs up.

And Zhang Wen kept looking at the missing left vertical tail.

And the regiment commander noticed Zhang Wen's gaze.

Immediately said to Dai Jingming: "You were simply too impulsive!"

"Destroying such a precious test aircraft like this, you were simply too impulsive."

The regiment commander knew that this J-20 was very expensive, very expensive, and it was a prototype aircraft of which there was only one.

So he criticized Dai Jingming first, hoping Zhang Wen would calm down.

At this time, Dai Jingming also reacted.

Said to Zhang Wen: "I'm really sorry, I was really too impulsive at the time."

"It's okay."

Zhang Wen said indifferently.

"My product is not an ultimate decisive weapon."

Zhang Wen said while pointing at the J-20.

"That's right, it is very expensive. A J-20 costs at least 800 million RMB."

Zhang Wen kept stroking the broken connection point of the vertical tail.

"I even occupied 70% of the 14 billion funds in the national new energy subsidy plan."

"Only then did I have the money to let the Qingtian Aircraft Factory finish manufacturing this aircraft."

"But."

Zhang Wen turned around and looked at the regiment commander.

"It is a war machine, it is an industrial product."

"Its second aircraft will roll off the line in five months."

"Its third aircraft will roll off the line four months after the second."

"Its fourth aircraft will roll off the line three-plus months after the third."

"In your eyes, it might be worth 800 million, but in my eyes, it's just a composition of a pile of domestic materials."

"It is not an irreproducible decisive weapon like the Gustav gun. It is also not a decisive weapon like Xiao Ri Zi's Yamato and Musashi that could only be manufactured by the strength of the whole country."

"It is an industrial product, it is reproducible."

"And, no matter how expensive it is."

Zhang Wen gave a thumbs up to Dai Jingming.

"It's not as expensive as dignity!" ===== CHAPTER 90 =====