A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Why are the people in the control tower so nervous?

It wasn't just that Xiao Dai Mao himself said there was a possibility of being shot down by his "rebellious son." When formulating the experimental plan, it was repeatedly emphasized that there should ideally be no other heat sources in the surrounding airspace.

For this reason, the air traffic control headquarters in the Northeast specifically marked out a very large area of ​​airspace.

Air Command isn't actually that difficult. After all, unlike in later years, the sky isn't filled with jet planes. At most, it's just a matter of giving a heads-up to ground radar stations and a few surface-to-air missile battalions.

So, is Jiang Xia actually inside Grandpa An's body?

Yes, of course I am.

The two An-2 pilots who received the emergency call from the control tower looked at the head peeking out of the cockpit door, especially the little ahoge that was still floating around.

The driver's four hands were shaking.

"You little brat, what are you doing here?"

"I created this little one, so of course I have to watch it shoot out!"

"Didn't you say it was dangerous?"

"There's nothing we can do. Besides me, who else among you can judge whether this missile should be launched or whether it can be launched? Missiles in the air and on the ground are two different things. Especially key data like the missile's flight attitude—your reports are nothing compared to seeing it in person!"

That's right, the scanner can't simulate the state after an air-to-air missile launch, so Jiang Xia has no choice but to risk his life. If simulation doesn't work, surely watching the actual launch will produce the data!

Jiang Xia took out some chocolates, gave some to each person, and then stuffed the rest into his mouth and chewed them. The scanner would be turned on soon, and he couldn't hold on if he didn't eat more.

The pilots of the An-2 were two brothers, one named Xia Guo and the other Xia Qing.

Xia Kingdom: "..."

Xia Qing: "..."

Listening to Jiang Xia's righteous words, the two exchanged a glance: what this little brat said makes a lot of sense, but...

Xia Guo, the older brother, raised an eyebrow at Xia Qing, who immediately understood.

"Alright, since we've come this far... you can go sit in the back cabin first!"

Seeing Jiang Xia obediently back down, Xia Qing got up to close the cockpit curtain, but Xia Guo immediately grabbed the microphone: "Tower, tower! The little brat is on our plane, should we turn back?"

"Brush it!"

Jiang Xia pulled open the small curtain in the cockpit again: "No returning to base!"

Xia Qing was furious. "What are you being so stubborn about! Do you even know how important you are!"

"It's important! But not that important! I know what I'm doing! Don't worry, I've limited the missile's detection direction to about 35 degrees. As long as you don't do anything stupid and rush in front of it, we're safe!"

"Really?"

Jiang Xia nodded firmly, but thought to himself, "It's fake, it's 45 degrees. There's no way around it, the material of the universal joint is still subpar; the deflection angle is a bit too large. Four 45-degree angles, that's 180 degrees... But with such a sharp turn, this rebellious child should disintegrate in mid-air, right? After all, the force of gravity is insurmountable..."

"We still need to report this!"

"Yeah, sure. But this flight isn't cheap. So many comrades are working so hard to cooperate with us, and we only have a little fuel left at home..."

Damn, that kid was right.

The fuel problem for the Air Force has been a major headache lately. Unfortunately, the alliance has blocked access, causing the limited fuel available to be diverted to the south of the motherland so that our comrades there can deal with the bald man's reconnaissance planes.

Although the military reserves in Northeast China are not so bad that they are running out of supplies, there is really not much that can be squandered except for routine patrols.

"Agreed. Conduct the experiment according to procedure, but ensure Jiang's safety!"

Xia Guo kept pressing the microphone button, transmitting Jiang Xia's voice to the ground control tower.

Sure enough, as soon as I let go, the control tower notified me to continue the mission.

However, a mournful wail immediately came through the microphone: "You little brat, come back and save me!"

“Gada~~” The tower cut off the call.

Hey, it looks like Old Wang.

Forget about him. He's got four first-class merits, and he seems a bit arrogant lately. It's fine to let Uncle Big Beard help him calm down.

Jiang Xia wrinkled his nose smugly: "Fly faster, fly faster. If we delay any longer, the fuel for Pole One will almost run out!"

……

at the same time.

An unusual activity was detected at a ground radar station near a certain river.

"Report! Target spotted. Altitude, distance 35 kilometers, bearing..."

"Report! Distance 25 kilometers! Extremely fast speed!"

"Sound the alarm! Are there any of our planes in the nearby airspace? Where are the Three Yellow Chickens patrolling?"

"Where has the missile battalion moved to?"

"The three yellow chickens are still in the east. It will take them half an hour to reach the designated airspace. The missile battalion is in complete silence and cannot be contacted for the time being!"

"Get the three yellow chickens to speed up! Even if they can't make it, they have to!"

"Yes!"

Can you identify the model number?

"That speed is easily 1800 kilometers per hour, it's probably an RF101!"

"That bastard again! Huh? This model has always been wandering around in the south, how come it's come all the way here? What's so interesting about this land of white mountains and black waters for them?"

The operations staff used the map to mark the aircraft's course based on the detected data.

"Report! This plane doesn't seem to be from Taiwan. Judging from the flight path, it looks like it flew in from South Korea!"

?

"Hey, these Koreans, have they gotten too cocky from eating too much salted vegetables? They've gotten too bold! Predict their flight path, have Three Yellow Chickens intercept them in advance, and my unit will immediately launch the remaining aircraft to patrol along the border! I'll make sure they come, but they won't be able to turn back!"

A commander slammed his fist on the table.

"Report! Enemy aircraft suddenly descend! Suspected to have entered mountainous area, signal lost!"

"Here they come, their specialty: low-altitude flight at 150 meters. Based on the experience of our comrades in the south, they will still climb to a higher altitude for flight safety. Notify the other radar stations to keep a close watch!" The operations staff nodded as expected, giving his commander the corresponding advice.

"Hey! We don't have many ground-based radars here. The ones we imported from the Alliance are all being used by our comrades in the south."

"Even so! We can't let them get this arrogant! Contact the missile battalion immediately and have them turn on all their mobile radars!"

"Yes!"

"I don't know what these Koreans are up to! If we suffer any losses, we'll be too ashamed to face anyone!" The commander frowned, his face grave.

"It's alright, Lao Li. The Demons have replaced all their original six-barreled machine guns with high-altitude cameras for reconnaissance. At most, they'll get some more intelligence. But this move is something we should pay attention to. Report it immediately!"

"Okay! Report to the Ministry of Defense immediately and request instructions."

"By the way, isn't that bastard heading into the mountains? Spread the word and get the militia in every village mobilized! The mechanical radar isn't working anymore, but we still have our naked-eye radar!"

……

Just as the Northeast Defense Department was in an uproar, the pilots of that extraordinary aircraft also started discussing it.

"Damn it, Jaehyun, where have we ended up? The mountains here don't match the navigation map!"

"Junxi-nim, our altimeter is malfunctioning!" In the two-person RF101, one of the co-pilots patted the instrument panel in front of him.

"Damn it, those idiots on the ground crew, just wait until we get back, I'll teach them a lesson!"

"Junxi-nim, our radar warning just now showed what appears to be an SCR-270 from the US. However, that's an old model from over a decade ago. Based on this, we might have entered that Eastern country!"

"Really?"

"Hmm! This is one of the earliest models from Big Daddy. It was originally intended for the bald guy on the island where we are now!"

"Hahaha, Jaehyun, countless army stews are beckoning to us! Since we're already here, let's become the first people to fly over Baekdushan!"

"Jun-hee-nim, why don't we just go back the way we came? Their soldiers are fierce! Besides, our mission is only to scout North Korea."

"What are you afraid of? This information is brand new. If we can go back, just imagine how excited Uncle will be to get this intelligence! As for their air defense capabilities, we are a supersonic force. Their subsonic planes can only smell our exhaust fumes!"

As he spoke, the Korean driver began to increase the altitude.

"Come on, let's start our promotion journey with this boost!"