The train driver in the courtyard

Good airplanes are not only built, but also flown.

The problem during flight is not the occurrence of problems, but the inability to identify them.

Ever since the Thunderbolt took off, Li Aiguo has consciously cooperated with two professional test pilots to conduct various tests on the helicopter.

Test all the systems, perform rapid ascent and rapid descent.

It must be said that the quality of the Thunderbolt is quite solid, although a minor flaw was discovered.

Li Aiguo had anticipated this long ago.

The turboshaft engine mounted on the Thunderbolt was a revolutionary product. Installing it on the Thunderbolt was like a powerful ox pulling a small cart, providing strong power and naturally reducing problems.

The first stop is Shenyang Aircraft Corporation.

The comrades here had already received Junwei's telegram and had already turned on the radar. As soon as they saw the helicopter appear on the screen, they issued an IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) signal.

After confirming that it was an armed helicopter of the test flight model, Shenyang Aircraft Corporation opened the airport and organized personnel to welcome it.

As soon as the helicopter landed, Li Aiguo stepped out of the cockpit and received a warm welcome.

"Comrades, welcome to Shenyang Aircraft Corporation. Please take a rest while we refuel the aircraft."

Li Aiguo and his companions did not leave the airport; they simply had their food delivered directly to them.

The food and fuel were delivered at almost the same time.

To Li Aiguo's surprise, there were no refueling trucks.

Dozens of employees and researchers in work clothes lined up in two long rows, carrying buckets or basins, passing them around to refuel the plane.

The refueling equipment included several 200-liter oil drums, white porcelain basins, and white silk cloths.

When refueling, they first use double-layered white silk cloth to filter the gasoline from the large barrel into a small oil drum, then filter the gasoline from the small oil drum into a basin, and finally add the gasoline into the fuel tank.

Because when Li Aiguo boarded the helicopter at Harbin Aircraft Industry Group, the fuel tank was already full, so he was unaware of this situation.

He took a bite of his steamed bun and asked Qian Dayou, "Xiao Qian, do you guys always drive this hard during test flights?"

"Yes, that's how we add it. However, different types of aircraft require different types of fuel. When refueling our MiG-19s at the flight test institute, we filter the fuel several times more than we do for the MiG-17s, otherwise the fighter jets won't have enough power to take off!"

Qian Dayou said calmly as he ate.

The MiG-17's engine does not have an afterburner, while the MiG-19's engine does, requiring higher purity aviation fuel.

Well, this is an experience gained.

Li Aiguo, however, could understand.

Currently, China only has oil tanker trucks, not dedicated vehicles for refueling aircraft, so we have to figure everything out ourselves.

It is truly remarkable that they were able to forge a path under such difficult conditions.

If the opportunity arises, we could also develop aviation refueling trucks.

They finished eating here, and they had already filled up their gas tank there.

After resting for a while, Li Aiguo and his team conducted a thorough inspection of Thunderbolt. They found no major problems, only minor issues, which Li Aiguo quickly resolved with the help of his tools.

This is one of the reasons why he personally participated in the test flight.

The next test flight was similar to the first one: problems were identified, problems were solved, then we rested for a while before continuing the flight.

A dozen days later, the Thunderbolt attack helicopter flew towards the border plateau.

This is the final test flight. As long as no problems are found during the flight, the entire test flight will be considered a success.

*****
At this very moment, in a desolate area at the western end of a large mountain.

Hundreds of motorcycles were parked nearby, and Little Dada, dressed in a uniform, was leisurely sitting in a tent enjoying delicious curry chicken.

His father was Old Dada, the guy who had suffered several defeats.

However, since he was a Kshatriya and had family influence, he not only escaped punishment but was also promoted repeatedly, and is now one of the famous commanders.

Most importantly, although Old Dada suffered a defeat, he still managed to bring back some men, and his military achievements far exceeded those of the other Kshatriyas.

As the saying goes, "choose a general from among the cripples."

Since Old Dada became the commander, he naturally couldn't charge into battle anymore, so Little Dada took over his original position.

But Li Yunlong was a killing machine; he could kill anyone who stood in his way, and even gods couldn't stop him.

At this point, a wise person came up with an idea: the weakest link here must be the transportation of supplies. As long as they could find a way to cut off the supply line, they would win without a fight.

Old Dada was overjoyed and immediately rewarded the master with two bowls of Ganges water, then assigned the task to Little Dada.

He wasn't trying to harm his own son; he had already made thorough preparations.

Old Dada first spent a lot of money trying to buy a large number of motorcycles to increase the mobility of the team.

Then, the most elite troops were recruited from the Gurkha region. The Gurkhas were equipped with kukri knives and were renowned overseas for their fearlessness.

Finally, they also purchased Bren light machine guns and Sterling submachine guns from the Russians and Americans.

They didn't need to carry heavy weapons, since their main objective was to launch surprise attacks and catch the enemy off guard.

With the bravest warrior and the most advanced weaponry, Little Dada is practically guaranteed to win.

"As long as I can achieve great merit, I can be promoted to commander-in-chief, just like my father!"

After enjoying the delicious meal and drinking a cup of coffee, Xiao Dada finally allowed his subordinates, who had been waiting outside, to enter the tent.

"Give me a report on the situation!"

The subordinate in charge of reconnaissance was very anxious, but he knew he couldn't rush things. He first bowed respectfully to Xiao Dada before reporting, "Reporting to Lord Dada, we have found out that the other side has a convoy loaded with supplies heading towards the mountain pass."

"Very good. I was just wondering how to make a contribution, and this merit has been delivered to me."

Little Dada laughed heartily, casually tossing the silk wiping cloth on the ground, and picked up a large stick: "Order all team members to set off!"

Although there were only a little over a hundred motorcycles, each motorcycle could carry seven people, so the entire procession numbered over a thousand people, which looked quite spectacular.

As a great military strategist from India, it was unusual for Xiao Dada not to choose to ride in a jeep, but instead followed behind on a motorcycle.

He looked at the convoy in the distance, his mouth agape with excitement:
"Brothers, charge! Securing this batch of supplies means medals and women galore! It's our chance to make a name for ourselves!"

The person in charge of transporting the supplies is Captain Zhang of the transport team.

The supplies being transported are of great importance.

Food was fine, as it could be obtained from South Asia at any time. The key issues were guns, ammunition, and medicine, which were urgently needed by Li Yunlong.

Throughout the journey, Captain Zhang kept his eyes peeled, paying attention to his surroundings while chatting with the deputy captain from the artillery unit.

This deputy captain was also quite legendary. He was not tall and had a very nice name: Zhang Erpao.

Originally just an ordinary team member, he has repeatedly made contributions since entering South Asia and has now become the team's expert gunner.

"Second Artillery Corps, what's your biggest dream?" Captain Zhang took a puff of his cigarette and looked out the window.

As Zhang Erpao tucked the unfinished letter into his pocket, he said, "When we win, we'll go home, get married, have a few kids, and enjoy a warm bed with our wives and children. What about you?"

"Me? I'm about the same," Captain Zhang said, looking out the window again.

With just one glance, Captain Zhang froze, vaguely seeing the silhouette of a motorcycle, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the back of his head.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

Captain Zhang reacted quickly, ordering the driver to stop the car and drawing his pistol to fire a shot outside.

The convoy quickly stopped, and the escorting team members all got out of the vehicles, grabbed their weapons, and aimed them at the distance.

Motorcycles roared towards them from all directions, the sheer number of them enough to send chills down one's spine.

Captain Zhang gripped his pistol tightly. He glanced at the thirty-odd team members around him, then looked at the truck behind him, and raised his voice with a wry smile.

"Brothers, we're probably stuck here today! But these supplies are Commander Li's lifeline, we can't let them fall into enemy hands! Killing one is enough, killing two is a huge bonus, let's fight them to the death!"

The team members knew there was no chance of winning this battle, but they were not intimidated.
"Captain, what are we afraid of!" The team members set up light machine guns on the front of the vehicle, ready to fight the enemy to the death.

Captain Zhang told his team members to prepare their grenades, then looked at Zhang Erpao and said, "I'm sorry I can't get you to your destination this time, brother."

Zhang Erpao was no longer the naive young man who had just arrived on the frontier. He straightened his chest and said, "Old Zhang, why are you saying that? We'll still be brothers in our next life."

Zhang Erpao touched his pocket; there was a bullet inside—his glorious bullet.

At this moment, Dada's motorcycle convoy was almost upon them. The Gurkha elites had long since mastered the art of motorcycle charges, mounting light machine guns on their motorcycles and launching their assault.

The wheels rolled over the gravel, stirring up clouds of dust, making them look as if they had come from hell.

Zhang Erpao took a deep breath and raised the machine gun.

The Indians on the motorcycles fell off with a thud, but these elite Gurkha soldiers were not the same as before. Instead of being intimidated, they accelerated and charged forward.

Light machine guns and pistols were all aimed at Zhang Erpao.

Little Dada grinned maliciously, picked up his stick and pointed it at Zhang Erpao: "See that guy? Kill him, and you'll get a reward of five hundred pounds!"

With a roar, the elite Gurkha troops charged toward Zhang Erpao like night wolves.

The enemy is numerous and we are few.

The disparity between us and the enemy is enormous.

We must not fall into enemy hands.

"Father, Mother, Eldest Brother, Eldest Sister-in-law, Xiao Fang, Xiao Hua, Brother Da Kui, Brother Aiguo, see you in the next life!" Zhang Erpao seemed to have already smelled the disgusting curry smell, gave a bitter smile, and raised his pistol.

Just then, a loud noise of propellers churning the air came from the sky.

Everyone was drawn to the sound and looked up to see a helicopter flying in from a distance.

"Whose armed helicopter is this?" The deputy captain asked, initially puzzled, then shook his head with a wry smile. "It can't be ours. We don't have helicopters this advanced. We're doomed this time."

"My dad sent people to help me!" Little Dada was overjoyed and waved at the helicopter.

But the next second.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat. Countless bullets poured from the helicopter's machine gun, sweeping across the motorcycles.

The motorcycle team, which had been unstoppable just moments before, became as weak as ants on the ground under the attack of the armed helicopters.

In just a moment, the machine gun was like a devil's scythe, instantly reaping a large area.

The Gurkha elites, who had been so arrogant just moments before, stared at each other blankly, clearly somewhat bewildered.

From the moment the helicopter appeared until it swept past to the side, only a dozen seconds had passed.

They were stunned by this "unexpected event".

Most people didn't regain consciousness until bright red blood streamed down the ground.

They couldn't imagine that their comrade, who had fought ten against one on the battlefield during World War II, had fallen like this.

Just then, an angry voice was heard. On the motorcycle, Xiao Dada was grinding his teeth and his voice was hoarse.

"dare……"

“How dare you…”

"dare……"

He was hiding in the convoy when he was hit by bullets several times.

"dare……"

Little Dada's eyes were filled with resentment and burning anger.

"You dare to ambush me!"

"I want……"

"I'm going to kill his whole family!"

"Formation!"

"Anti-aircraft artillery position!"

Little Dada is a great military strategist. He studied the battle between Little Mei's family and the monkeys and had already formulated a strategy to deal with it.

These elite Gurkha soldiers were truly remarkable. Seeing their comrades fall, they managed to suppress their panic, turn their motorcycles, and form a battle formation as ordered.

The motorcycles quickly assembled, and the barrels of countless light machine guns were all pointed towards the sky, ready to fire as soon as the armed helicopters arrived.

Unfortunately.

They waited in vain. Li Aiguo, aboard the armed helicopter, was also stunned by what he saw below.

Indeed, when it comes to motorcycles, the Indians are the real experts.

"It's a pity your master didn't teach you that an inch longer means an inch stronger!"

After speaking, Li Aiguo pulled up the armed helicopter.
The armed helicopter hovered in the air for a moment before taking off and retreating.

Seeing this, Dada breathed a sigh of relief:
"Looks like the helicopter's scared of us, haha... hiccup."

Little Dada's voice choked in his throat as he saw the armed helicopter return. It had returned again.
Da da da.
As they approached the attack range, the machine guns roared again, and the Grim Reaper's scythe swung once more, felling another large number of Gurkha elites.

then.

Whenever the Indian artillery positions move forward.

The helicopter hovered, took off again, retreated, and attacked again.

Little Dada was scared.

Really scared.

He now has two or three thousand men under his command and hundreds of machine guns.

However, it can only be gradually eroded away.

Li Aiguo, who was on the helicopter, was also feeling somewhat depressed.

The RPG-modified missiles only had a few shells and were not very durable.

This was just a test flight. After learning of the attack by the Little Dada from the frontier legion, they set off without having time to equip a few more machine guns. Otherwise, they wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble.

Well, let it be troublesome. It'll be a good opportunity to test the maneuverability of the Thunderbolt attack helicopter.

Li Aiguo turned to Sui, the commissioner, and several engineers in the cabin: "Pay close attention to recording data, such as oil pressure and air pressure. Record everything."

Commissioner Sui and the engineers looked at the enemy below and fell silent.

It seems this guy doesn't take these people seriously at all; he's still focused on the test flight.

With that thought in mind, the atmosphere in the cabin immediately eased, and the engineers got busy.

However, Li Aiguo overestimated those Indians.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The originally solid formation began to collapse under this unreasonable attack.

For the first time, the elite Gurkha soldiers felt fear and began firing wildly indiscriminately, shooting in all directions.

Little Dada couldn't stand it anymore.

I've decided to put up with it.

"Withdraw! Withdraw immediately!"

Unfortunately, this time he made a terrible mistake.

On the helicopter, Li Aiguo saw that the formation below was in disarray and shouted into the cabin, "Huang Lin, get ready, we're going to test the limits of the machine gun's performance."

"Yes!" Huang Lin took a deep breath and put his finger on the cannon's trigger.

Da da da da da.
The sky turned red.

But it didn't turn completely red.

The color, tinged with a faint pink hue, was as if a red pigment had been added to the stream.

It was filled with the brutality, decay, and desolation before destruction...

"Go back to D, I want to go back to D."

"Thank goodness my dad taught me his real secret weapon: if things look bad, I have to run away as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, we might really have stayed here this time."

On the desert, several mountain bikes, like stray dogs, sped towards the mountain pass.

On the motorcycle, Xiao Dada chuckled twice: "This time we actually discovered the enemy's secret weapon ahead of time and made a great contribution. As long as we go back, we will definitely be promoted and ennobled."

"As for the guy who flew the attack helicopter, you just wait, I'll take care of you one day."

"Om-"

As soon as Xiao Dada finished speaking, he could vaguely hear the roar of propellers behind him.

He turned around hesitantly, his eyes filled with doubt, and saw the "familiar" armed helicopter getting closer and closer, growing larger and larger.

It's getting clearer and clearer.

Through the helicopter's windshield, you could even see the young man's cold eyes.
Little Dada's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Father, why isn't the special technique you taught me working anymore?!"

"Big, big, big."

"Gu..."

"Gulu..."

Little Dada was saying something.

*****
An armed helicopter took on thousands of elite troops single-handedly and actually won; none of the thousands of elite troops escaped!

When the results of the desert battle reached the old commander's headquarters, his first reaction was that it was impossible.

After verifying the information with the communications officer, he shouted to the orderly, "Bring that case of Moutai up to me."

Subsequently, the former regimental commander personally called his superiors to report the situation.

The superior said "good" three times on the phone.

"In 1962, we produced our own armed helicopter. This was a momentous event, and our patriotic comrades deserve immense credit!"

"Yes, I was also stunned by this result. I had some doubts about the Air Assault Division before, but now that I've seen the performance of the Thunderbolts, I suggest that we form an Air Assault Division immediately." The old regiment was a little excited.

"Not only should we set it up immediately, but we should also increase our support!"

After ending the call, the superior looked at his assistant and said, "The battle in the desert has shown our might and our spirit. We must increase publicity efforts."

"Yes!" The assistant wrote it down and stood up to leave.

His superiors called him back and instructed him, "Li Aiguo's personal information must be kept confidential."

"Yes!" the assistant nodded emphatically.

After the study door was closed again.

The superior leader walked to the window, looked at the fiery red sunset outside, and murmured, "Pillars of the nation!"

*****
The desert battle not only caused a sensation at home, but also silenced some who opposed the formation of air assault divisions and had doubts about armed helicopters.

This caused an even bigger uproar outside.

Xiao Mei's family and Lao Maozi were both puzzled when they learned of the results.

"Even with three thousand chickens, surely not a single one could escape?"

"Oh, it's an Indian. That's normal, that's normal."

"If I had time, I would definitely have to figure it out, but right now I have to fight with Xiaomei's family."

"Watch my turtle punch!"

The two senior figures turned their attention back to each other.

However, during the family meeting, the Indian man started crying his heart out.

Xiao Mei's family subtly criticized her: "Don't fly around randomly in the future. Be careful when you drop bombs, so you don't damage the flowers and plants."

The Russians remarked sourly, "You must have plenty of fuel, flying around all day."

The Indian man originally came to complain, but when he saw that the two gang leaders ignored him, he started throwing a tantrum.

"God, is there no justice left? My husband died so young... Oops, wrong channel."

"I got married relatively late, and I finally managed to save up some money, but now it's all gone. There's not even any food left in my outpost. How are we supposed to survive? Brahma, please open your eyes and take these guys away."

John Bull chuckled and said, "Hey, why don't you dismantle the outpost and give the bricks to the other side? They'll give you two pounds of flour in return."

The French rooster chuckled beside him, "Yeah, yeah."

These two really angered Sa'a San.

But this couldn't go on forever. Li Yunlong grabbed a stick and started smashing things around the house. If the supply lines couldn't be cut off, sooner or later even the Ganges River would be taken away.

The Indian man secretly tugged at the Russian's arm: "Brother, do you have any good stuff at home? Sell some to your little brother."

The old man glanced at the Indian, but don't think he didn't know that the Indian had recently hooked up with Xiao Mei's family again.

Originally intending to refuse outright, I changed my mind and told the Indians, "We can design a special armed helicopter for you, guaranteed to be even more powerful than the Thunderbolt."

The Indian man got excited and asked, "What's the price?"

The Russian chuckled: "Not expensive, not expensive, the price is about the same as the MiG-19."

The price isn't expensive; it's just the cost of developing the outer shell.

There are also research and development costs for engines, landing gear, propellers, and even engineers' shoes to consider; the Russians just haven't told the Indians yet.

Indians have suffered a lot of losses in the past.

But he's the kind of person who forgets what he's been wronged by. Seeing that he could get something for nothing, he hugged the Russian and kissed him: "Brother, you're my real brother, but how long will it take?"

Old Russian: "Quickly, very quickly, in just one or two years."

Upon hearing this, the Indians became even more excited. They figured they only needed to endure the hardship for another year or two before they could show off to the other side once they got their new helicopter.

After returning home, the Indian sold all the curry he had saved up over the years, got a large sum of money, and happily delivered it to the Russians.

After the Indian guy made such a fuss, everyone in the family knew about the Thunderbolt attack helicopter.

Meanwhile, the smaller allies in Eastern Europe began inquiring about armed helicopters.

"Hey buddy, I own a coal mine and a crane. What's on your mind?"

Other families in Western Europe didn't care, since they were all clinging to the coattails of the American family.

Only the Bull family was interested, as their aircraft carriers were lacking such powerful attack helicopters.

He glanced at Xiaomei's family's expression but didn't dare to openly contact them.

As for whether there's any secret connection, that's hard to say.

As for those little brothers in Africa, although they didn't have money, they had minerals, and their eyes turned eager as they looked this way.

When Ah San returned home and learned about these things, he was so angry that his nose almost twisted out of shape.

I thought I could sue my opponent, but I ended up giving them free publicity. What kind of situation is this?!

Li Aiguo was unaware of these matters, because even if he had known, he wouldn't have cared.

Because he was drinking heavily with the old regimental commander and Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong had just earned a merit and returned to the base to receive his award. Upon learning that the armed helicopter had made a great contribution, he came over to collect it.

"Patriot, the armed helicopter you built is indeed impressive, but its firepower is a bit weak. When it comes to fighting, the more powerful the equipment, the better." Li Yunlong was very happy, and drunk.

Li Aiguo had long had this idea; the only drawback of the Thunderbolt attack helicopter was its firepower.

Although it's not possible to load advanced missiles for the time being, we can build an additional machine gun.

The MH-60L uses two cannons, giving it twice the firepower density of the Apache.

Additionally, a machine gun can be temporarily installed on the belly of the aircraft, which can transform it into the combat form of Thunderbolt if needed.

Thinking of this, Li Aiguo's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)