RPAGF Chapter 261 They're all good kids
Chapter 261 They're all good kids
Another struggle.
The plane that crashed on the ground has been extinguished by the very conscientious crowd. Everyone knows that many of those big-nosed things outside are useful to us, and we can't let them go to waste since we finally managed to bring them down.
Wang Kui's convoy arrived just in time. With their help, Jiang Xia disassembled several important parts and carried them onto the truck, leaving the rest untouched.
"Got it! Got it!"
"Is the medic here? We treat prisoners of war well, come and check on him!"
Another group of militiamen, dragging two drivers, gathered around.
Well, although prisoners of war are treated well, militiamen are not regular troops after all, so it's understandable that they might have some emotional outbursts.
However, the militiamen were still quite sensible, after all, it wasn't easy to capture someone alive these days, especially from South Korea...
The medic carrying the medicine box reluctantly approached one of them.
He waved the cross on the first-aid kit at the injured stick. "Where are you injured?"
I don't know if the stick got stupid from the fall or what, but it straightened up at the little girl and started babbling away in a tearful voice.
"Hey! He's being a pervert!"
The little girl covered her face and squatted down.
Several burly men immediately jumped out from the side: "Hey~ We are disciplined, but we must resolutely crack down on enemies who are disobedient, uncooperative, and even act like hooligans!"
The others gave them a thumbs up and silently looked up at the sky.
Hmm, it's getting dark. The kang (heated brick bed) at home is still short of fuel. There are a lot of people here now, should we go cut down a few more trees?
People from the regular teams also arrived.
The accompanying medic chuckled at the pitiful state of the bat, and then kindly returned the unburnt clump of material on the tail fin to its owner.
Everyone lit torches and happily took several photos in front of the crashed enemy plane. They'd waited so long for this moment!
Didn't you see that Jiangxia only disassembled the internal system, but didn't touch the exterior at all?
That's what it means to have verifiable results!
The old An-2 aircraft parked there was also used as a backdrop, demonstrating its vigor and indomitable spirit.
Finally, everyone decided to have a bonfire party. It was almost Lunar New Year, and this was the enemy's New Year's gift to us!
As for the little brat and the two Xia brothers, they were taken back to a sanatorium by Wang Kui long ago.
The dismantled parts were distributed to nearby research institutes, since they were the experts in this area.
Yes, this was Little Dumb Hair's own strong suggestion. Little Dumb Hair knew perfectly well how much of a problem he was in.
So, while Little Dumb Hair was sleeping soundly, many of the others started to move.
The people at the radar institute, in particular, saw the intact air-to-air early warning radar and began studying it that very night. After all, the ranging radar on the J-6 was simply too inadequate, and the one on the J-5 had too short a range.
They were a unit that undertook a top-secret modification mission—a project to move a ground radar station into the sky! However, the original Пc6h bombing targeting radar didn't perform very well either.
Now that a genuine, top-tier baby has arrived, how can I possibly sleep with him!
It's the original APS-20 radar! I really don't know what went wrong with the US to put this early warning radar on the RF-101.
And then he was brought down by some little brat who thought he was a walking embodiment of bad luck, but was actually blessed with incredible luck.
One of the chief engineers, after receiving the notification, ran out of the staff quarters wearing only long johns, with his wife chasing after him holding cotton-padded trousers.
The old woman was initially quite embarrassed, but then a doorbell rang, and the entire residential area was filled with men running around in just their long johns...
The more important ground-to-air bombing system also brought great joy to a research institute in the southwest. After all, the resource-poor China currently does not have an aircraft capable of sending "ladies" out. Installing them is one thing, but ensuring that "ladies" land smoothly is another matter.
Having a mature system would be ideal.
Our R&D skills were lacking, but our "copying" skills were top-notch. A group of people immediately boarded a private jet and headed towards Northeast China.
As for the fire control system, everyone was rather uninterested.
Ha, even Uncle An couldn't beat you with your tricks, so you're pretty much useless.
Just leave it there and let those who are interested study it. It's useless, utterly useless.
Well, I have to mention that this fire control system was one of the earliest phased activation systems, and it could be operated by a single person. But I can't blame them, since even the US Navy was still in the experimental stage of putting large-caliber artillery directly onto an aircraft as a launch platform.
Later, when Little Hair discovers that the system is not being used, it will give these people a shock.
But that’s a story for another day.
Now everyone was mobilized, and the newspaper staff were not idle either. Soon, the news report that a domestically produced jet aircraft had shot down an RF-101 using a domestically produced air-to-air missile was submitted to the relevant departments for review.
This cannot be hidden, nor is it necessary to hide it.
At this stage, when all the wolves are watching, the "Miss" is still unmarried, and Motherland needs a means to deter those with ill intentions.
An unremarkable office.
"Great! Excellent! I didn't expect our long spears to come in handy so soon!"
"When will we have the spear in our hands? I believe it will be today!"
The bearded man chuckled, "Hey, it's perfect for a test. We were just thinking of popping some balloons, but they're practically offering us freebies, so we guess we'll just have to accept it!"
"Moreover, this headshot was delivered perfectly! I think we should award the title of 'Transportation Brigade' to South Korea!"
"Oh? Such a good thing?" The old man offered cigarettes to everyone and then lit one for himself.
The air force comrade didn't dare to smoke, holding the cigarette tightly in his hand, and continued, "Yes, the downed plane also had a radar system and a large bomb delivery system. In short, these are exactly what we urgently need! They have already been handed over to the relevant units for study!"
The old man clapped his hands and laughed: "Good, good, good! We have no guns, no cannons, the enemy will make them for us!"
"As long as we remain steadfast in our beliefs, no matter how many hands reach in from the outside, we will definitely be able to cut them off!"
"Come on, look, this is the press release they just wrote. See if there's anything exaggerated. We still need to be factual!"
"You look at this, and I'll continue looking at this!" the old man said, patting the relevant documents that the air force comrade had brought.
Looking at the photos of the crashed plane and then at the enthusiastic smiles of the crowd taking photos in front of it, the old man became happier and happier. His furrowed brows relaxed, and he even took a few fewer puffs of his cigarette.
"what?"
"Nonsense!"
Alright, here it comes.
The half-song poem he sent earlier showed that the little idiot had left an impression on the old man. Fortunately, he had anticipated this and asked the brat what he was thinking before leaving.
"He said he was one of the people and could go to the battlefield..."
silence.
The old man shakily brought the cigarette butt to his mouth and took a long drag.
"Great, they're all good kids..."