Changkong Fighter

Chapter 102 A New Struggle Begins
"Oh my god! Is this the fighter jet that shot down the aliens?"

Liu Jun had just walked a short distance when he heard a voice behind him. Turning around, he saw several young people staring blankly at the J15 behind the isolation line, especially the small flying saucer under the cockpit.

"It can't be fake, right?" a young man wearing glasses asked uncertainly.

In the past, it was always the Americans fighting aliens, but that was in movies and TV! Now the University of Tokyo is fighting aliens in real life, and they actually defeated them, which is a bit unsettling for them.

How do you make American sci-fi movies? Just keep making those Marvel movies.

"How could it be fake? This isn't the Americans landing on the moon. Isn't there alien spacecraft debris next door?"

Another young man stepped forward to examine the J-15 carefully, lifting his feet to try to see the layout of the cockpit. However, the fighter plane with the landing gear down was quite tall, so he could only see the canopy. He shook his head in disappointment, then noticed a small stall next to the [1189] plane, and curiously leaned over to take a look:
"Oh wow, is he getting the idea? He actually put a model of J15 next to J15. Authentic! So authentic!"

After all, museums also need to make a living and make a profit.

"Speaking of which," the bespectacled young man stood in front of J15 and read the introduction, "this alien is just too lame. It lacks any shields, faster-than-light travel, or Earth-shattering stars. It's like they've strayed from another planet."

"Who knows? Just be thankful they're weak, otherwise I wouldn't be willing to part with the models in my cabinet."

"Yeah, alien civilizations, it's better to be weak. That way we can eat and drink. If they're too strong, they might use them to tank us, generate electricity, or something like that."

"You've been a war criminal too many times," the young man said, glaring at his companion. "Stop saying those unlucky things. I haven't had enough of peace."

"Yeah, but don't let any monsters come."

"Stop talking, hurry up and look at the details, then go back and brag to those people in the group!"

As Liu Jun walked away, the chatter between the two became quieter and quieter.

When I arrived at the door, I found that there seemed to be fewer cars on the street than usual. I looked at the location and walked towards the subway, preparing to go to the hotel I had booked, and then take tomorrow's flight to Shandao City.

When I walked into the subway station, it was not rush hour, so there were fewer people in the subway station, but the number of armed police and police on duty was twice as many as usual.

While waiting for the subway on the platform, I noticed that there were many more elderly men and women. They were carrying baskets in their hands and were also waiting for the subway. They had started to stock up on vegetables and food. Looking at the leafy vegetables, meat, and rice they bought, the government had already prepared them in advance.

Liu Jun also understood that no matter how much the government publicized, the people would panic to some extent. It would be better to prepare in advance, let the facts speak for themselves, and use a large amount of supplies to prove that the country is ready. Then these uncles and aunts would probably regret that they bought too expensively afterwards.

Soon the subway stopped at the platform. Liu Jun walked onto the subway and stood near the door. The subway started moving, and subtitles kept flashing on the LCD screen inside the subway:
Don't believe rumors, don't spread them, don't panic! With scientific defense and united efforts, extraterrestrial civilizations are not to be feared! Believe in the Party, believe in the motherland, and believe in the People's Army!

"Hey, how much is this rice per pound?"

"The price has increased by 1 cent, which is not a big increase. The problem is that the supermarket is full of people," an old lady complained.

"What are these aliens doing here? Why are they here? They should just stay where they are."

"Of course, what do you think? Even if they come, they can't beat us, okay?"

Various whispered discussions were heard everywhere. After the subway arrived at the station, I walked out of the subway and saw a huge propaganda sign in front of me, with the Liaoning and Flying Shark taking off and landing on it.

[A family is the smallest nation, and a nation is made up of millions of families! Let us build a people's defense line and protect the motherland's blue skies! The People's Navy welcomes you!] Below the slogan was an arrow pointing to the Pilot Recruitment Office. Liu Jun, looking at the map, remembered that there seemed to be several universities nearby.

This is a proactive measure. As a professional pilot, Liu Jun is very clear that once the war breaks out on the front line, after the sacrifice of these pilots who have graduated from professional schools and have undergone years of rigorous training, the quality of the next wave of pilots will probably decline seriously and they will be sacrificed even faster.

While I was thinking, I saw groups of college students walking towards the flight recruitment office, some of them even wearing glasses.

"I say, why are you wearing glasses?"

"Who says you can't fly a plane if you wear glasses? You can control a drone from the ground, right?"

After walking out of the subway station, a police car with flashing lights drove by. Liu Jun walked along the sidewalk into the hotel where he was staying. When he entered the lobby, he found that there were many people carrying large and small bags and checking in.

"No room left?"

"Sorry, sir, all the rooms are booked."

These people should be seeking refuge in the capital. After all, if aliens attack, although the capital is the most vulnerable to attack, it must also be the most heavily defended area. Of course, there are also people who run to small cities. Everyone went to the place they think is safest.

I returned to my room, lay on the big bed, took out Ink Bottle's mobile phone, looked at the black and white screen, and browsed some forums and Bilibili.

When I entered Bilibili, the homepage was a live broadcast room with more than 2000 million users. I took a look and found out it was from official media.

Liu Jun opened the live broadcast room, turned off the screen, put the phone to his ear, put his hands behind his head, and listened to the report in the live broadcast room.

"Academician Ouyang, if extraterrestrial civilizations come to Earth in this way, what impact will it have on us?"

"It's still unclear. We haven't had any contact with their main body, but it will undoubtedly be an event far greater than any other in history. It's no exaggeration to say that it will change the course of human civilization."

After listening to Dr. Ouyang's speculations about extraterrestrial civilizations, Liu Jun exited the central media's live broadcast room and clicked into [People's Navy], which was also broadcasting live, but it showed Brother Jie eating and drinking for free in the navy.

Behind the Navy cafeteria, a similar slogan was displayed: [We have a responsibility to defend our territory and we must do our best to defend it! Cadres at all levels must lead the charge!]

"This braised pork must be eaten fresh out of the pot!"

As he spoke, Brother Jie took out his chopsticks from his pocket, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth: "It smells so good!"

Then we jumped to the live broadcast room of the Eastern Theater Command and saw the official reporter Master Tie visiting an Air Force division. Behind her were rows of neatly arranged J20 Mighty Dragons, and several J16s with beast-mounted aircraft took off from the runway.

Liu Jun stared at J16 on the screen for a while, then casually changed the channel:

"Rule of Law Online, here's an appointment with you. Recently, the Industrial and Commercial Administration and other relevant departments have dealt with numerous cases of price gouging, large-scale food hoarding, and selling at inflated prices. According to the Price Law of the Republic of China and the Criminal Law, the perpetrators have been held accountable and sentenced to death. Accomplices have received life imprisonment."

Almost all the live broadcast rooms were filled with reports from central media, which firmly controlled the discourse power of public opinion. Liu Jun turned off his mobile phone and looked at the blue sky outside the window, which was the direction of the Pacific Ocean.

A new struggle has begun.

(End of this chapter)