I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 703 The Research Maniac's Great Fortune (Seventeen)

As soon as the anchor finished speaking, he realized he had made a mistake. Right in his field of vision, a "White Emperor" suddenly flipped over, as if an ancient general had used the reins to turn to the side and was about to deliver a "slash" to the enemy's warhorse!
The distance between the two fighter jets closed rapidly, and the anchor held his breath. But just as the "horizontal slash" was about to hit, the other "White Emperor" instantly deformed its wings and suddenly lowered its nose several meters like a flying fish entering the water, so that the oncoming slash almost grazed the canopy and cut across it, just like the "Iron Bridge" move in kung fu movies to dodge a killing move.

But the action was clearly not over. The low-profile slash suddenly changed direction, and the shape of the tail fin also changed, as if taking advantage of the enemy's exhaustion to swing the leg and kick to the side.

Although they are two behemoths that are over twenty meters long and weigh over ten tons, they give people the illusion of martial arts masters. Their moves and actions have transcended the scope of flight performances and instead endowed aerial combat with an Eastern martial arts flavor!

The two fighter jets maneuvered and weaved in the air, sometimes cautiously grappling like push hands, sometimes unleashing deadly moves like swordsmen. Their actions were full of anticipation, deception, and counterattack, perfectly combining energy maneuverability and angular maneuverability, creating a breathtaking "aerial martial arts" spectacle!
"My God... an airplane... an airplane can do martial arts!" The streamer was at a loss for words and could only utter meaningless exclamations. The live stream chat exploded, with all sorts of "???" and "!!!" flooding the screen.

Although everyone knows that such an effect can only be achieved through multiple simulations and rehearsals, which is what is commonly referred to as a routine.

But even the martial arts routines of martial artists are soaked in blood and effort, let alone such a big guy.
Let's not even talk about simulated rehearsals. If you give the script to other fighter jets and give them ten or twenty years, do you think they can train to perform it?
Putting everything else aside, what kind of opponent in the world could rival an aircraft capable of such maneuverability?

No, or rather, in this era, dogfighting has long become a term that only appears in movies and novels. In real air combat, there is simply no chance of dogfighting!
Decades ago, it was able to take down enemy aircraft from hundreds of kilometers away beyond visual range. Now, no one would doubt that such a top-notch fighter jet would lack a corresponding strike system!
"He was actually worried we wouldn't understand, so he set up a martial arts movie with an airplane. Seriously, I'm so moved!"

"This isn't technology anymore! This is art! This is magic!"

"No, I practice martial arts. Even if you asked me to set up a routine, I wouldn't dare to use killing moves so frequently. Are all the pilots of Baidi Monster?"

A cacophony of exclamations and exclamations filled the observation deck, but even the most eager viewers couldn't help but put down their binoculars and watch the "fighter jet battle" that had been elevated to the realm of art through the large screen.

As the performance drew to a close, the two "White Emperor" fighters suddenly abandoned their previous intricate maneuvers and charged straight at each other, as if two swordsmen who had been fighting for a long time had simultaneously found each other's weakness, and their blades were drawn, ready to deliver the final blow.

As the audience instinctively held their breath, and the entire observation deck was filled with the sound of pounding hearts, the two fighter jets narrowly missed each other. The air currents swirling from their wings collided, even sparking a few bursts of sparks. The two planes were pushed apart by the turbulence, rolled over each other three times, and then changed wing configurations again, hovering behind each other, like swordsmen who had just exchanged blows standing back to back, waiting for the final showdown.

Only when the two intact White Emperor planes landed back on the ground did the audience finally realize that the performance was over. After catching their breath, they erupted in thunderous cheers.

Thunderous applause erupted. Even though his palms were red and stinging, the anchor didn't stop. Such a brilliant performance deserved no praise whatsoever. No, any praise paled in comparison!

But just then, an older man who seemed to be an aviation enthusiast next to the anchor looked at the sky, which had returned to calm, and suddenly muttered to himself. The voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap, and even all the viewers within a few meters of this man were stunned.

The question is actually quite simple—

"By the way... how were these shots filmed?"

Yes, how was it filmed?

Besides the big screen, many viewers were observing with wide-angle binoculars, but what else was there in the sky besides the two White Emperor fighter jets?

Or rather, even if there were, what kind of target could keep up with the speed and perfectly capture every exciting moment during that intense "collision"? There were even close-ups! This question spread like wildfire through the audience's minds, a shock that was hard to comprehend, even bordering on the supernatural!

The question spread like wildfire, and the excitement and joy of the entire venue seemed to be shrouded in a chilling atmosphere. It wasn't that there was anything sinister about it, but simply the unconscious fear that humans feel when faced with the "unknown" that pushes the limits of our understanding.

and so……

How did they manage to do that?!
Viewers in the live stream were arguing, and so were those in the conference hall. They frantically searched for equipment that might be capturing those shots with binoculars, but ultimately…

No, it's here!
Just as the discussion was getting out of control, suddenly, in mid-air, about fifteen meters above the ground, a silhouette slowly appeared amidst a slight tremor.

The outline spread out, slowly taking on color. The figure—the anchor recognized it; it was the early warning platform with multiple stealth capabilities that he had seen at the exhibition booth before.

Han Guang!

"Holy crap! It's Han Guang, it's Han Guang!" The streamer looked up, his voice filled with unbelievable certainty, speaking to the live stream audience, or perhaps to himself, "It's that [Han Guang] early warning platform that can achieve optical invisibility! I was just thinking that optical invisibility was meaningless! What do you mean meaningless! This thing can be right next to you taking pictures and you still can't detect it, isn't that what makes it meaningful?"

What level of precision is this?
What kind of performance is this?

This thing is called an early warning platform?
And it's deserted?!
"Brothers... I thought Bai Di was invincible, but I never expected that Han Guang, who secretly took these photos, was the real master!" The anchor took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm, but the shock in his voice was still undeniable. "What we just saw wasn't just Bai Di's performance... This was practically a live test of Han Guang's platform! A drone that we could barely see was giving us a live broadcast with maneuverability even more insane than Bai Di's!"

After a brief pause, the live stream was greeted by the most frenzied barrage of comments since it started.

"!!!"

"It's scary to think about it!"

"Holy crap! It's a nesting doll!"

"Military lady! You're lying to me again! Han Guang is called 'almost no combat capability'? Its maneuverability far surpasses all existing fighter jets, okay?"

"I thought Bai Di was the main character, but I never expected Han Guang to be the mastermind behind it all!"

"This airshow is like a series of surprises, one after another, it's just non-stop!"

(End of this chapter)