Chapter 1372 - We Export the Best Pilots! (1/2)
Translator: _Min_ Editor: Rainystars
Chemezov’s jaw dropped when he learned about the bet between Jiang Chen and Matteo.
Wait a second. Why are you not using your Aurora-20 to compete with his sixth-generation fighter? Why are you using the almost scrapped MiG-25 instead? Are you trying to lose on purpose?
Because he was so shocked, Chemezov even forgot to markup the price and directly quoted the cost. Since Jiang Chen did not want to bargain, he simply accepted the offer. In the end, this MiG-25 was sold to Future Military at cost as a test product in the competition against Leonardo.
The competition quickly began.
The two fighters were ready for take-off on the runway.
The MiG-25 was a third-generation fighter, so Future Military took off first. Five minutes after the MiG-25 ascended, the Uragano also took off to start the game of cat and mouse…
Inside the MiG-25 cockpit, the “Matador” skillfully operated the different instruments and devices, then checked whether all systems were functional.
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When Chemezov saw this scene, his pupils constricted.
Until the Matador sat in the cockpit, he still had doubts about whether this robot could really pilot the MiG-25, but now all his doubts disappeared, and he started to look forward to this competition. Could the “Electronic Pilot” really do something amazing with the MiG-25 that was about to into the museum and become history?
Matteo was about to explode in anger when he saw the same scene.
He felt like that his IQ was being insulted.
After he “politely greeted” all the women in Jiang Chen’s family in his mind, he gestured to his assistant with a churlish expression.
“I want you to end the battle within five minutes! Shoot that stupid robot, along with their arrogance, down!”
As an old antique about to enter the cemetery of planes, the only real advantage of the MiG-25 was its speed.
There was a saying a long time ago.
One day Khrushchev inspected the Mikoyan Design Bureau and saw the MiG-25. He asked a designer and asked, “This aircraft uses so much steel and is so heavy. How can it avoid missiles? ”
The designer immediately opened the cockpit cover and responded politely, “Dear Comrade Khrushchev, you don’t have to worry about that. This reflects the ingenuity of our design! You see, we have designed a throttle here.”
In the fall of 1971 before the Yom Kippur War, four Soviet MiG-25s were stationed in Egypt for reconnaissance. After Israel’s most advanced F-4 fighter jet spotted a MiG-25 in the air, it launched an AIM-9 Sidewinder missile. Then soon, the Israeli pilot saw a picture that he would never forget. The MiG-25 opened the afterburner, pushed down the throttle, sprayed a string of flames, and slipped away…
Yes, just slipped away.
With absolute speed, all maneuvering, radar, and flare were futile.
At that time, NATO’s air-to-air missiles were not faster than the MiG-25…
Using steel instead of titanium alloy to solve the heat problem of the fuselage, and then using a larger engine to propel this giant steel lump into the air. Russian’s unique aesthetics pushed the maximum speed of the MiG-25 to a daunting Mach 3.2 during Khrushchev’s time.
It was no exaggeration to say that without the wings, the fighter would just be a large missile!
By the way, as the fifth-generation fighter, the highest speed of the standard version F22 was only Mach 2.25…
The Uragano counted down the time and after five minutes had passed since the MiG-25 lifted off, the engine of the Uragano ignited, and the fighter accelerated at an incredible speed, pulled its nose up, and pierced into the sky. The spectators on both sides of the runway all agreed that just from the fluid takeoff, the Uragano was certainly worthy of the title of the sixth-generation fighter.
Perhaps it was Future Military’s arrogance, or perhaps it was its confidence, the decision to use MiG-25 to compete against the crystallization of the most cutting-edge technology of the Leonardo Group seemed to be foolish. If they decided to use the Aurora-20, perhaps they would still have a slim chance of winning, but with MiG-25…
It was really a game of cat and mouse.
Unlike the spectators on both sides of the runway, the “Matador” in the cockpit did not have the slightest of emotion in the wide-angle lenses, but only streams of data. The moment Uragano took off, the large section of the fighter performance had already been analyzed.
“Searching…”
“Comparing against enemy strength…”
“After calculating, the odds of winning are only 0.1%…”
“The best combat plan has been confirmed, executing.”
The MiG-25 did not use the fact that it took off first to seize the advantageous attack angle, but it just flew further away
Both sides had built-in cameras in the cockpit, and Celestial Trade’s Skyeye X1 was closely monitoring the situation. The pictures of the two fighters were transmitted to the surface in real-time. The staff of Future Military had already prepared a few holographic computers to broadcast the competition to the audience in real-time.
Matteo sneered in his mind when he saw what the MiG-25 did.