Fucheng immediately looked down: "Yes. But I think this is considered a secret of China. And you..."

"I have always been a Chinese nationality, you don't know?"

"I know, but..."

Zhuo Huan interrupted him: "Here."

The two soon found Lina's car in the parking lot, which was a cool red Ferrari. There were only two seats in total. Fucheng was in the co-pilot. As soon as he fastened his seat belt, Zhuo Huan stepped on the accelerator. The sports car's super high-performance engine roared like a beast, flew out, and headed straight for the Shencheng Dachang Airport.

When they arrived at the airport gate, two young soldiers in military uniforms were waiting outside.

Seeing this arrogant and beautiful red Ferrari, the two honest soldiers did not react until Zhuo Huan pressed the window. The two trotted over: "Mr. Zhuo?"

Zhuo Huan: "Well, he is Fucheng."

The soldiers saluted Fucheng: "Major Fu."

Zhuo Huan: "Okay, hurry up and take us there."

"yes!"

The airport gate slowly opened and drove about half a kilometer inside, and the two got out.

A middle-aged officer wearing military uniform and four-star embroidered on his shoulders came over. When Fucheng saw him, he immediately stood at attention and gave a standard military salute. The officer looked at him, nodded, and looked at Zhuo Huan: "Mr. Zhuo, please come temporarily. This is our first test flight. We have done a lot of dangerous movements, but there is no problem. Unexpectedly, in the end, we are about to land, and something suddenly happened!"

Everyone walked in.

Zhuo Huan: "Please tell me the situation carefully."

The officer with the rank of colonel did not speak anymore. He looked at the major officer beside him. The latter explained in detail: "Mr. Zhuo, Fucheng, the test flight plan code is 3867, I will not disclose the specific aircraft model. We have been studying this fighter for four years and improved it based on the American F-22 Raptor fighter as a prototype. At present, its design M number is 2.5, and the actual M number is about 2.46..."

"2.46?!" Fucheng exclaimed, and he frowned: "Colonel Li, Major Ji, this number is too exaggerated. I have never heard of such a fighter when I was still in service."

The M number, that is, the Mach number, is also called the speed of sound.

One Mach is one speed of sound, and Mach 2.46 is 2.46 times the speed of sound.

Currently, among the fastest military fighter jets in countries around the world, the fastest is the US SR71 reconnaissance aircraft, which is said to have reached a terrible speed of more than Mach 3. However, the US SR71 is just a reconnaissance aircraft, and in order to pursue speed and poor performance, it is said that it will leak oil during flight.

However, looking at the faces of Colonel Li and Major Ji, Fu Cheng knew that the fighter jet in China was definitely not a flower rack that only pursues speed, it was a real magic weapon.

Major Ji continued: "This is just the theoretical speed of the laboratory. Today is our first test flight, and the maximum speed detected is Mach 2.36. The current situation is that just when we are about to land, the landing gear is stuck and cannot be put down normally. We have tried several solutions, but we still don't know what the specific reason is. Now the remaining fuel volume of the plane is at most for another half an hour. If it really doesn't work, we can only give up this plane and make an emergency landing."

Everyone had already walked to the airport's main control center.

Yes, half an hour ago, Fucheng and Zhuo Huan received a call from the Hua** side for this test flight accident.

Test flights are what each aircraft must do before it is officially put into use.

Whether it is a commercial aircraft or a military fighter, it must be tested in advance before it can be used officially. Some aircraft are only tested seven or eight times, while some aircraft even have to test flights hundreds of times.

When UAAG was investigating the 917 Japanese Air crash in Finland, a test pilot was transferred from the British Air Force.

The profession of test pilots is extremely dangerous, and they often survive and die with their own planes. In 1993, the Chinese test pilot Liu Gang took off the plane and the plane disintegrated and exploded in the air. Behind each plane, there are always countless such unknown test pilots, who use their lives to escort the road to the blue sky.

Colonel Li: "Mr. Zhuo, this is a soldier design information that can be published. You can take a look." Then his eyes were on Fucheng standing behind Zhuo Huan, and silently said: "Fucheng, the test pilot codenamed 3867 is Dusen."

Fucheng's eyes shrank.

After a while, Fucheng calmly said, "Colonel, I want to know what actions the plane did after the test flight began."

In the quiet airport command center room, Zhuo Huan sat on the sofa, constantly flipping through the design information of the plane, and the paper made a rustling sound. On the other side, after listening to the entire test flight, Fucheng thought for a long time and asked, "Have you tried Yingmaiman's maneuver?"

Major Ji was already anxious and sweating: "I tried it, it was useless, and the landing gear was still stuck."

Colonel Li looked at Fucheng calmly: "You were the best test pilot in our Shanghai Test Flight Brigade. We have thought about all the solutions we can think of at present. Please come here, and I want to ask you what you have any opinions."

At this time, Zhuo Huan said: "The theoretical maximum speed of the American F-22 Raptor fighter is Mach 2.25. I have seen some of its design drawings. As for our aircraft, from this design drawing, there should be no problem with the landing gear. The landing gear is stuck, and it is very likely that the aircraft is stuck in high-speed flight mode, due to too many difficult actions at one time, resulting in mechanical stuck."

Everyone looked at him together.

Zhuo Huan stood up and looked calm: "There is no big problem. It's not a problem with the aircraft design. It's a small problem. The only problem at present is...how to make this plane land safely."

After receiving Zhuo Huan's recognition, several officers present and the designers of the plane breathed a sigh of relief.

Major Ji looked at the commander and after getting affirmation, he said: "Since that's the case, we are ready, three options. First, if the landing gear can be successfully put down, it is best to land safely; second, the landing gear is still stuck, and we are covered with fire foam on the runway to prevent fire and the plane is urgently landing; third, give up the plane and let the test pilot land in the air parachute."

Colonel Li: "Our test pilot is more precious than this plane."

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Huan raised his eyes and looked at Colonel Li. Slowly, his eyes swept across the faces of the officers and designers one by one, and finally settled on Fucheng.

This is not a perfunctory and pretentious statement.

In the hearts of these people, the life of the test pilot is far more important than a fighter jet worth hundreds of millions.

In 2014, a Chinese fighter plane crashed in a farmland in Weinan, Shaanxi. In the near-popular villages, towns and high-speed rail stations, pilots never chose to eject the parachute in order to prevent the plane from crashing into places with excessive traffic. They kept flying the plane until the last moment and died heroically.

The death of Chinese pilots only happened in this case, and Zhuo Huan knew only this case. In addition, popping up parachutes is the most common choice for pilots.

Fucheng: "I want to talk to Dusen."

Major Ji: "Okay!"

Major Ji walked to the console and pressed the radar communication button.

The stinging and stinging sound immediately sounded in the control center. Amid the chaotic sound of electric current, a young and firm voice said calmly: "Du Sen, the test pilot of the code name 3867, is in a stable condition, and is waiting for the tower instructions."

Fucheng pressed the communication button and said, "Code name 3867, I am Fucheng, a former carrier-based pilot. There are several actions you want to try to see if you can throw the landing gear off through gravity inertia."

"Received, code name 3867, waiting for instructions."

Close your eyes, countless difficult movements flashed through your eyes, and Fucheng opened his eyes again, and his voice was stable: "First do a vertically maneuverable high-speed integrated maneuver and low-speed integrated maneuver. When you turn to the horizontal plane, increase the speed. Your maximum speed reaches Mach 2.3. What speed should you use to adapt to the situation randomly."

"Code name 3867, received. Start Gao Youyou's movement."

Everyone looked up at the window.

Dachang Airport is one of the three famous military airports in Shanghai. It does not have a civilian tower, and its command center is its tower. A huge glass window provides a good view of 360 degrees, allowing you to see all the situations around the airport.

In the vast blue sky, a triangular black fighter was seen passing through the clouds and flying steadily. The next moment, it suddenly dived downward at a high angle, and rushed straight to the ground in a posture almost perpendicular to the ground. Then when only five hundred meters away from the ground, a violent right roll was rolled violently, followed by a rapid turn, and the plane climbed up again.

This terrifying action shocked many people present to sweat.

Major Ji: "If you do high-end and leisure movements normally, it will not be difficult. But now the landing gear has not been completely retracted. With the landing gear halfway, Major Fu, you must carefully consider the difficulty of these movements. The difficulty of them has increased more than twice as much!"

“He can do it.”

Major Ji was stunned.

Fu Cheng looked at the fighter outside the window without blinking: "Because he is Dusen."

Another high-difficulty low-length action.

On the airport runway, several soldiers held telescopes and opened their eyes wide to look at the plane's landing gear. "Report the podium, the landing gear is still stuck!"

Fucheng pressed the communication button again: "Du Sen, first make a Gao Youyou, then connect a Cobra maneuver."

Zhuo Huan said in surprise: "Can you do cobra maneuver before the landing gear is closed?"

Fucheng: "Yes."

Zhuo Huan was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but look up at the young black-haired man standing in front of him.

Because he was in a hurry to come out, Zhuo Huan discovered that Fucheng was only wearing a thin white shirt, and he pulled it out of the UAAG headquarters. In the cold wind in December, the young man never said a word. At this moment, he pressed his hands on the console, and his waist and hips inevitably outlined a semicircular arc.

The shirt tightened out a beautiful and slender waistline, and the trousers wrapped around the straight and slender legs.

The owner of these legs seemed to have become the master of the room, and everyone held their breath and waited for him to give orders.

Zhuo Huan suddenly felt a little dry in his throat, and his lips moved until the test pilot's "received" sounded in the radar communicator, and he suddenly woke up as if he was dreaming.

Hold.

There was nothing he had about him at all. Zhuo Huan cursed in his heart and sat back on the sofa. This was the first time he was ignored by everyone. He took out his cell phone, looked at it for a long time, and found the chat history between himself and Lina.

"He has no chance in his life!"

...Tsk.

In the vast blue sky, the young test pilot completed a difficult Gaoyouyou, and then continued to run a cobra maneuver: while the fighter's speed dropped sharply, he suddenly pulled up the nose, causing the fighter to almost stagnate in the air. At this time, its entire fuselage rose up, like a cobra preparing to hunt and erect a snake's head.

Ground staff: "It seems to be loose! The landing gear seems to have fallen a little!"

Everyone in the command center was also very surprised: "It's really useful?"

Fucheng's palm was already wet with sweat at this moment. He pressed the communication button and said in a calm voice: "Finally, do another Gao Youyou, and then a breaking S action." After a pause for the first time, Fucheng asked: "Du Sen, can you do it?"

The test pilot's voice was firm: "Senior brother, I will do my best."

"good!"

After a gorgeous and dazzling high-difficulty flight skills performance, the fighter successfully used gravity inertia to throw the landing gear off in a daze.

Cheers rang out from the entire Dachang Airport.

The life of a pilot is naturally the first priority, and this fighter jet that has been established for more than 20 years and has spent four years designing. If it can be avoided from being damaged, it is of course the best.

After the fighter successfully landed, Colonel Li and others immediately went downstairs to welcome the test pilots and check the condition of the plane. Zhuo Huan and Fucheng were unable to go to the scene.

Major Ji said ashamedly: "Sorry, this is a military secret and cannot be disclosed."

Of course it is OK to take a look from a distance, but even if both of them are trustworthy, it is not possible to watch from a close distance.

Major Ji: "Do you want me to send you back to Shencheng District?"
To be continued...