After learning the content of the competition between Jiang Chen and Matteo, Chemezov's jaw almost dropped to the ground.
[Fu * k, you don't use your Aurora-20 to compete with someone else's sixth-generation fighter, but you use our almost thrown away MiG-25 to compete with the sixth-generation fighter? Are you deliberately not going to compete?]
Because he was too shocked, Chemezov even forgot to raise the price and directly quoted the cost price. And Jiang Chen was too lazy to bargain as he paid the bill without hesitation. In the end, the MiG-25 was directly sold to Future Military at the lowest price as a test product for the competition with Chemezov Group.
The competition soon began.
The two planes stopped on the runway.
The MiG-25 was a third-generation fighter, so Future Military took the lead. Five minutes after the MiG-25 took off, the Uragano took off and began the game of Eagle and Chick …
Sitting in the pilot's seat of the MiG-25, the "Matador" skillfully opened the various instruments in the cabin, and then checked whether the aircraft's systems were normal one by one.
Seeing this scene, Chemezov's pupils shrank.
Until the Matador sat in the pilot's seat, he still had doubts about whether this robot could really fly the MiG-21 into the sky, but now he no longer doubted this point. Instead, he began to look forward to what this "electronic pilot" could do with the MiG-25, which was about to be thrown into the graveyard of history.
Matteo's lungs were about to explode when he also saw this scene.
He felt his intelligence was insulted.
He cursed all the women in Jiang Chen's family in his mind, then he waved to the assistant next to him with a gloomy face.
"I want you to end the battle within five minutes! Crush their broken robot and arrogance to the ground! "
As an antique that was about to be thrown into the graveyard, if there was any advantage of the MiG-25, it would be speed.
There was a joke a long time ago.
One day, Khrushchev inspected the Mikoyan Design Bureau and saw the MiG-25. He found the designer and asked, "This plane uses so much steel and is so heavy. How will it avoid the missile? "
The designer immediately opened the cockpit cover and said, "Dear Comrade Khrushchev, you don't have to worry at all. This shows the ingenuity of our design! Look, we've designed a throttle here. "
In the autumn of 1971, on the eve of the Fourth Middle East War, four Soviet MiG-25s were stationed in Egypt to reconnoiter Israel. Israel's most advanced F-4 fighter jet at the time launched an AIM-9 Sidewinder missile after discovering a MiG-25 in the air. Soon after, the Israeli pilot saw something he would never forget. The MiG-25 opened the afterburner, stepped on the accelerator, spewed out a string of flames, and fled …
That's right, he slipped away.
In the face of absolute speed, maneuvers, radars, and heat traps were all useless.
At that time, NATO's air-to-air missiles couldn't run faster than the MiG-25 …
Steel was used instead of titanium alloy to solve the problem of heat on the fuselage, and a larger engine was used to propel this iron lump into the sky. The Russians' violent aesthetics pushed the maximum speed of the MiG-25 to a terrifying 3.2 Mach as early as Khrushchev's era.
It was no exaggeration to say that if the wings of this plane were to be cut off, it would become a large missile!
By the way, as a fifth-generation fighter, the highest speed of the F22 was only Mach 2.25 (the standard version) …
Holding the clock, it had been five minutes since the MiG-25 took off. The engine of the Uragano spewed out flames, swept across the runway at an astonishing speed, and lifted the nose of the plane into the sky. The audience standing on both sides of the runway couldn't help but be shocked. Just based on this smooth take-off action, this Uragano was definitely worthy of the name of the sixth-generation fighter.
They didn't know whether Future Military was arrogant or confident to use the MiG-25 against the crystallization of the most cutting-edge technology of the Leonardo Group. If it was an Aurora-20, there might be a chance of winning, but with the MiG-25 …
It would be like an eagle trying to catch a chicken.
Unlike the audience on both sides of the runway, the "Matador" sitting in the cabin had no trace of emotion in his cold wide-angle eyepiece, only cold data. At the moment when the Uragano took off, he had already analyzed the performance of this plane.
"Searching …"
"The strength of the enemy …"
"The search is complete, the odds of winning are only 0.1% …"
"The best combat plan has been confirmed. Begin execution."
The MiG-25 didn't use the advantage of being the first to seize a favorable attack angle. It flew straight into the distance.
There were built-in cameras in the cabins of both sides, and Celestial Trade's Sky Eye X1 satellite followed in the air. The images of the two fighters were transmitted to the surface in real time. Future Military staff brought several holographic computers early and played the situation in the air in real time to the audience.
When Matteo saw what the MiG-25 did, he sneered in his mind.
"You're courting death!"
In less than half a minute, the Uragano easily bit the tail of the MiG-25.
Two air-to-air missiles attacked. Three seconds before the missiles approached the tail of the plane, the Matador calmly pressed the button to release the heat-seeking bomb. A series of sparks sprinkled from the air, and the two missiles quickly chased after two of the sparks, forgetting about the fleeing MiG-25.
"Your electronic pilot is only good at escaping?" Matteo looked at Jiang Chen and mocked.
"You'll know when you see it." Jiang Chen smiled and didn't take his sarcasm to heart.
Jiang Chen's reaction made Matteo feel like his punch landed on cotton. However, just as he opened his mouth and was about to ridicule him, the distance between the two fighters gradually began to close. Matteo vaguely felt a sense of unease.
However, the unease only flashed by because common sense told him that this situation was impossible.
The Uragano was still biting the tail of the MiG-25, and from time to time, it released a barrage of machine guns. However, all the missiles were perfectly diverted by the heat-seeking bomb, and the barrage of bullets didn't hit anything.
The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.
Just as the speed reached Mach 3.2, the Matador suddenly pulled up the joystick.
At this moment, it completely transformed into a real Matador and lifted its silver cloak to the Uragano chasing behind it. The nose of the MiG-25 jerked up and drew an incredible trajectory in the air. The tail and nose of the aircraft reversed positions in an instant, and the speed suddenly dropped from Mach 3.2 to below Mach 1.
"Cobra maneuver!" Almost shouting, Chemezov's eyes widened, and he cried out involuntarily, "This is impossible!"
It was indeed impossible.
The aerodynamic layout of the MiG-25 was impossible to perform a Cobra maneuver. If the nose was forcibly pulled up at high speed, the only result would be the destruction of the plane and the death of the pilot! However, because it happened to be the MiG-25, the steel fuselage design prevented the belly and wings of the MiG-25 from being torn off at the first moment. The entire fighter was like a dry leaf pushed by the wind as it flew out in a half-turn in the air.
The outcome was decided in an instant.
The Uragano, which also accelerated to the limit, penetrated the belly of the MiG-25 the moment it pulled up and suddenly decelerated.
Unfortunately, it didn't use machine guns or missiles.
It was the airspeed tube in the nose …
In any case, it was impossible to find the "meritorious" airspeed tube.
In the face of a car accident … oh no, a mechanical disaster, whether it was the sixth-generation or the third-generation, the final outcome was the same. The outcome of this match ended in a tie. However, the Matador piloted a third-generation fighter, and Leonardo's Uragano was a sixth-generation fighter. The sixth-generation fighter and the third-generation fighter were tied. Anyone could tell that the "Uragano" lost.
"No one can beat Future Group in artificial intelligence technology … I finally understand why Future Military didn't bet on the sixth-generation fighter." Standing next to the airport runway, the man with a Chinese face sighed softly.
Indeed, the reason didn't need to be explained at all.
If it was in the hands of Future Military, the Aurora-20, the pinnacle of the fifth-generation fighter, could transform into the pinnacle of the sixth-generation fighter at any time. Spending money and energy to research the sixth-generation fighter was superfluous.
Along with the thick, pitch-black smoke, the fragments that filled the sky fell from the clouds along with two faintly discernible sparks. It was not only the wreckage of the MiG-25 and the Uragano that fell, but also the last bit of pride in Matteo's heart.
Matteo stared blankly at the sky. It wasn't until Nicol, who was standing next to him, poked him in the arm that he came back to his senses. He moved his stiff neck and looked at Jiang Chen standing on the side.
Although he considered the possibility of the sixth-generation fighter losing to the third-generation fighter, he didn't consider that it would end like this. The slow-motion replay of the last moment told him that the Uragano still made evasive movements when it was about to hit the MiG-25.
However, at that speed and that distance, it was impossible for even AI to evade, only God could do it …
Especially in a situation where the opponent had already calculated the advance.
From the beginning, the MiG-25 controlled by the Matador was aiming to perish together with the Uragano.
"In fact, you don't have to be so depressed." Jiang Chen coughed, patted Matteo's shoulder, and said with a smile, "At least we are tied, and I didn't make a … ahem, a bet with you."
Jiang Chen almost burst out laughing. He quickly finished this sentence and quickly walked to the side.
Looking at his shaking shoulders, Matteo only felt a sweetness in his throat, and he almost spat out blood.
On the other side of the runway, Chemezov stood there like a sculpture, looking at the sky and completely speechless. It was the black brother standing next to him who finally brought him back to reality.
The black brother, with a sincere expression, poked his arm with his index finger, and looked at him sincerely.
"Mr. Chemezov, my friend, I wronged you … What you sold me is definitely not a defective product … Well, the MiG-25 that just shot down the sixth-generation fighter, give me ten, oh no, twenty!"
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