A doctor who travels through two eras

The Xinzhou plane quickly took off from the runway and the original crew returned to Heihushan Airport.

On the return trip, the plane flew much more smoothly than Lin Sanqi's. After all, Yang Shufeng and his team were professionals, while Lin Sanqi was not even an amateur.

It was already noon when the plane landed. Some soldiers were cooking at the airport. Field meals were also professional for the troops.

Lin Sanqi hadn't even had breakfast yet, and when he saw the fragrant steam coming from over there, he quickly ran over.

Cook Le Hehe introduced:
"Commander, which one do you want to eat? We have rice and steamed buns here. This pot has pork, and this pot has chicken. If you want vegetables, they are over here. There are also fruits after the meal."

Lin Sanqi followed his gaze and looked to the side, where there were baskets of apples, each one red and particularly tempting.

Lin Sanqi was surprised, thinking that with this level of catering, only Bao'an County could compare with it in the whole country, and no other place, even in the sea, could compare with it.

Is the Air Force corrupt? Using public funds to eat and drink?

This is the information gap of the times. What Lin Sanqi didn't know was that in the 1960s, the Air Force had the best and most abundant material supplies in the country, which exceeded the treatment of most cadres.

When the people across the country were starving, the Air Force had no shortage of daily staple foods, fish, meat, eggs, milk, and even imported foods like chocolate.

Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that the Air Force of this era is the chosen one.

This shows how difficult it is for the country to train an air force, and it can really be described as tightening the belt.

Lin Sanqi ate happily, but Yang Shufeng and other air force officers and soldiers had no appetite.

Some air forces are studying various parameters surrounding the aircraft, some are looking through operating manuals, and a few have entered the cockpit to make comparisons.

Qian Ruchen looked at Lin Sanqi, who was holding a bowl and chatting and laughing with his leader, and said softly to Yang Shufeng in the cockpit:
"Old Yang, this is very strange. If you look at the appearance of this aircraft, it is almost the same as the MiG-21, except for the tail wing. But if you look at the parameters in the data, they are completely different. I don't understand."

Yang Shufeng was sitting in the cabin, simulating aircraft operation, and replied:
"This is not the MiG-21. Let's not talk about anything else but this aircraft. The rear of the cockpit protrudes from the fuselage, which improves the pilot's rear view. The rear of the MiG-21 cockpit is flat, like this."

Yang Shufeng gestured and Qian Ruchen nodded. Both of them had secretly visited the MiG-21 abroad, so they were naturally qualified to make the comparison.

"And look, Old Qian, the nose of this aircraft is obviously shrunk, and the nose cone is shorter. The nose of the MiG-21 is straight-cylinder-shaped, with a longer nose cone that almost blocks the air intake. Add to that the changes to the wings, and the difference is still very big. I just don't know what the difference is in the configuration and weapons."

Qian Ruchen still couldn't figure it out:
"Where did this plane come from? I see this plane is second-hand, so it should be a public model that has carried out flight missions, but we have never received any intelligence about this model.

And Lao Yang, you see, many aircraft parts and secret places are marked with Chinese characters, but they are simplified Chinese characters, which are different from our traditional Chinese characters. Is there any other country in the world that uses this kind of characters?"

This is actually the most difficult part for Lin Sanqi to explain.

Even if he erased the August 1st logo on the fuselage, the words inside the plane were difficult to erase.

Fortunately, the characters on the J-7 were in simplified Chinese characters, as traditional Chinese characters were still being used in China in 1962, otherwise he would not have been able to explain it clearly.

Yang Shufeng actually noticed the text, but he didn't dare to think that it was produced by China itself:
"There should be countries that use Chinese characters. I heard that there are many Chinese people in Southeast Asia who use Chinese characters. Maybe the factories they run also use Chinese characters to record information..."

Qian Ruchen rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think Southeast Asians have this kind of technological capability? Could it be from Japan?"

Yang Shufeng shook his head: "The Japanese writing system is different from ours, and the Japanese writing system uses traditional Chinese characters and pseudo-character fonts, which are not compatible with simplified Chinese characters."

Zhu Jun, who had climbed up from the other side, heard the conversation between the two and said indifferently:
"You guys are overthinking it. Haven't you heard that Comrade Lin Sanqi has his own smuggling channels and often helps the country get foreign materials?

I heard from my father that he has a mysterious base overseas, where all the developments are high-tech, such as medicine, agriculture, machinery, and even weapons, and the key is that it is composed entirely of Chinese people.

My dad also said that they have studied which country this mysterious base is most likely to be located in. Anyway, Europe and North America have definitely been ruled out, and the most likely place is South America. "

Yang Shufeng and Qian Ruchen asked curiously: "Base? Why is South America the most likely place?"

Zhu Jun saw that this had aroused the interest of his colleagues, so Jingcheng Kanye got angry:
"Haha, you don't understand this, right? Because there are a lot of Chinese in South America, and South America is very chaotic, with tropical rainforests everywhere, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter, so the most likely place is there." "Oh~~~"

The listeners seemed to understand but not quite. Even the pilots of that period only knew about South America on the map and had never been to the Amazon rainforest.

However, Mr. Zhu is right about one thing. In addition to the many Japanese in South America, there are actually many Chinese as well. For example, Arthur Chung was elected as the first Chinese president of Guyana in 1970.

From this, it is reasonable for the domestic suspicion that Lin Sanqi’s mysterious base is in South America.

After lunch, Lin Sanqi rested for a while before preparing to test fly the fighter jet.

The J-7 that came across was equipped with bombs, so Lin Sanqi thought that a mediocre pilot like himself could not demonstrate the performance of the J-7 at all, but he could fire a shot to cheer everyone up.

Launching a missile is quite simple. There is no requirement for accuracy. Just press a button and it will blow up the street.

However, if it involves the use of weapons, approval is still required.

"Leader Jing, where is the plane in a moment? I can only do a simple test flight, that is, fly up to the sky and then come down. I can't do specific things like turning, climbing, diving, rolling, somersaults, ascending turns, cobra maneuvers, and separated S maneuvers."

Leader Jing said with a smile:
"That's no problem. First of all, we need to ensure the safety of this capable man of yours. Don't violate the rules if you can't."

Lin Sanqi blinked, pointed to the mountains in the distance and said:
"But, sir, can I fire a missile at that mountain in our country? The most powerful feature of our fighter jet is its missiles. It can lock onto aerial targets by itself. No matter how the enemy flies, once it has locked onto them, it can launch a missile and the enemy won't be able to escape."

"oh???"

As soon as Lin Sanqi said this, all the air force officers at the scene became excited.

Because the air-to-air combat at this time was actually just machine gun fire, firing at enemy planes.

This not only tests the pilot's skills and courage, but also involves a lot of luck.

You just hit the vital part and the enemy plane fell down with black smoke.

If you can't hit the vital parts of the enemy plane, it can fly back home in a crooked way.

It would be awesome if there were a missile that could lock onto an enemy plane, and then just launch the missile, and the enemy plane wouldn't be able to get rid of it no matter what movement it made, up or down, left or right.

Before Leader Jing could speak, Liu Xingchang excitedly said:
"Fight, go ahead. It's okay if you can blow up that mountain. If someone really asks, we are just blasting mountains and mining rocks. We are not afraid."

Lin Sanqi pointed to the other side and asked anxiously:

“Will there be any problems over there?”

Liu Xingchang waved his hand indifferently:

"It's okay. There are swamps over there. Soviet tanks and artillery can't maneuver. So this section of the border has always been peaceful, and the Soviet army has no troops stationed there. The most unstable part of the border is Zhenbao Island, so don't worry."

Lin Sanqi felt relieved after hearing this. There were no spy satellites anyway, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Then I will fly a circle for all the uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters to see. If I don't fly well, please don't laugh at me. If I fly well, everyone will give me a reward."

The people at the scene almost burst out laughing.

Leader Jing kicked him habitually: "Get lost, fly quickly, just fly, don't try to be brave."

Lin Sanqi waved his hand and said, "It's okay. This plane has an automatic ejection function. If there's any danger, it will eject me immediately. Once the parachute opens, I'll be safe."

If the Xian MA aircraft is just an appetizer, the current J-7 fighter is the main course. (End of this chapter)