Changkong Fighter

Chapter 205 The Emotional Value of Princes

Dragging the damaged J11D towards the hangar, Liu Jun said goodbye to his short-lived third beloved aircraft. Given the extent of its damage, there were few intact spots on the skin.

According to his experience, this short-lived lover would then have to be returned to the factory for an overhaul, completely disassembled, inspected inside and out, and then the damaged parts would be replaced, and the aircraft would be reassembled and flight tested. This whole process would take at least three months!
The J15T was not repaired, and Liu Jun became an idler with nothing to do.

"Instructor!"

Liu Jun, who was about to go to the locker room, was suddenly stopped by someone. Turning around, he found that it was his student, Ibn from the Arab royal family.

This prince was really generous. The gift he gave was a commemorative medal made of 24K pure gold, which weighed at least 40 grams. After reporting it, his superiors did not let Liu Jun hand it over. After all, this was a commemorative medal, and not like other gifts given by rich people, which were kept as souvenirs.

"Iben? Are you going to attack?" Liu Jun asked Iben who was wearing anti-Dutch clothes.

"Yes, instructor, but J11BS requires two people."

J11BS is a two-seater version of J11B. It is indeed impossible to carry out an attack with only one pilot. Generally speaking, superiors will not allow a two-seater aircraft to be operated by a single pilot, as that would be a waste of payload.

"Okay, I'll go ask for instructions."

"I will definitely not let you down!" Iben immediately stood up straight and said loudly, his eyes full of fanaticism.

Liu Jun asked his superior for instructions, and his superior replied: Do what you can.

Originally, the superiors did not intend to let Liu Jun continue to attack, but because the princes had just purchased a large amount of military supplies, not allowing them to drive the J11B around the battlefield and show off was indeed a bit of inadequate service.

When it comes to service, it’s not just about quality and price, it also has to take into account the emotional value of the princes.

The princes just got new toys. If they don’t show them off, and let them drive the J11B from the University of Tokyo to fight the aliens, how would the world know that the princes are the MVPs?

You know, fighting aliens used to be the specialty of the Americans, but now the University of the East has also fought Ma! The princes of the Middle East can also fight aliens!
The emotional value of this is difficult to explain.

Of course, how to fight is another matter. The instruction given to Liu Jun was: to launch air-to-air missiles at a long distance within the range of the air-to-air missiles, RTB (return to home).

The process is simple and full of participation. With the ace in the front seat, it is not too much to charge the rich man 1 million for this set of services. Given the rich man's personality, he has to say thank you after giving the money.

Liu Jun ate a few pieces of chocolate, drank a big sip of water, and after solving his physiological problems, he walked towards the J11BS painted in desert camouflage, holding his helmet. Continuous voyages were not a burden for someone with a physique as weak as an animal.

Looking at the J11BS in front of him, which was painted with the UAE logo and a special paint job for the rich, the heavy texture and desert style made the prince pilot dizzy.

Iben consciously got into the back seat, Liu Jun climbed into the front seat, and the two of them prepared for takeoff.

The ground crew clamped the front landing gear of the J11BS and drove towards the runway, while Liu Jun checked the avionics system of the J11BS, which was no different from that of the J11D.

The prince pilot behind Huhahuha was a little nervous.

"Ibn, relax, it's just like training." Liu Jun comforted Ibn.

Speaking of which, these prince pilots have basically never participated in actual combat, so it is normal for them to be nervous. In this respect, Pakistani pilots are much better.

"Understood, instructor!" The tow truck adjusted the takeoff position of the J11BS. After the maintenance staff and the pilot confirmed that there were no problems with the instruments and aerodynamic surfaces, Liu Jun pushed the throttle valve, and the J11BS took off after taxiing on the runway.

Retract the landing gear and head straight towards the two Type 3 ships.

Less than 100 kilometers away from the base, six friendly targets approached at high speed on the IFF. Liu Jun turned his head and saw that the flight formation composed of Dark Sword drones that had completed the operation was lowering its altitude and flying towards the air force base behind them.

Looking at the black paint of the Dark Sword UAV, when they passed each other, he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the Dark Sword UAV's optoelectronic probe seemed to be staring at him. From their movements, Liu Jun always had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

After the intersection, the Dark Sword drones lowered their altitude and landed on the airport runway in groups of two, just like a textbook example.

The ground crew of Shenfei stationed at the Air Force Base used a trailer to clamp the front landing gear of the Dark Sword UAV and drove it towards the hangar. The Dark Sword UAV is not suitable for display yet.

At the same time, within the Air Force Command in Dubai, a new aerial target appeared in the combat sequence.

"Crown Prince, the J11BS we purchased is on the way." An officer ran to the Crown Prince's ear and whispered.

"So fast?"

The Crown Prince asked in surprise, looking at the officer from the University of Tokyo standing beside him. The officer gave the Crown Prince a mysterious smile.

At this moment, inside the joint command center, the view occasionally shifted to the J11BS, where the Saudi pilot's name was clearly written, while the name of the person in the front seat was blurred. The Crown Prince instantly understood something, and the corners of his mouth curled up - the Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom.
Swish!
Two Type 3s released the few remaining Type 1s in their bodies.

Then, a thick laser shot towards the sky, and one of the cruise missiles launched by Liu Ye was shot down, while the remaining cruise missiles entered the terminal assault and no longer retained their own speed. The engine converted the remaining fuel into violent combustion gas and ejected it as a working fluid, further increasing the flight speed of the missile.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
The accelerated cruise missiles hit the Type 3 shield one after another, weakening the shield's energy system.

After entering a certain line, the J11BS driven by Liu Jun lost its communication and radar, but he could see the dazzling laser beam rising into the sky in the distance with just his visual observation.

"Instructor, do you want to launch the missile?"

Iben, who was sitting in the back seat and operating the weapon, asked in a low voice, "At this distance, the Type 3 is within the range of the anti-radiation missile. Anti-radiation warheads have gradually become standard for today's medium-range air-to-air missiles."

Although it cannot lock onto targets like infrared bullets, it can draw shots outside the enemy's range, and its safety factor is very high.

"Wait, let's get closer." Liu Jun thought about it and decided to take Iben closer to experience the battlefield environment since they were already here.

After the long-distance launch, the separation was still a bit inadequate in terms of service, and Liu Jun also wanted to know how the University of Tokyo planned to deal with these two Type 3s.

Kill the enemy with missiles? Liu Jun denied this in his heart.

There are only two types of weapons. One is powerful and can directly blow up the type 3 shield; the other can break through the type 3 shield and directly attack the type 3 body.

Which one will be used? Liu Jun was also somewhat looking forward to it. As far as he knew, with the style of Dongda over the years, there must be something good hidden.

(End of this chapter)