A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

It must be said that this South Korean driver did study hard.

We know that there are currently only two tracking methods for air-to-air missiles: one is continuous radar illumination, and the other is the infrared guidance that their "big daddy" is researching.

Since the warning radar didn't detect any extra radar waves, the missile must have been infrared-guided. With the sun, the biggest source of interference, present, there's still a chance of survival for the missile if it's infrared-guided.

Unfortunately, the J57-P-13 engine's enormous infrared signal is far more conspicuous than a lighthouse to the upgraded seeker, especially since this lighthouse is of the Minzhu brand.

The sun is too far away; it's better to grab the lighthouse instead!

"Po~~"

A few seconds later, a soft sound came from the air, like the opening of a soda can.

The sound is very soft,

But the demon among demons is in a very bad situation.

In broad daylight, the sound and light effects of the missile explosion were not particularly outstanding, but the gushing out connecting rod warhead directly sliced ​​off a section of the engine on its right side, leaving it drooping down.

As the airflow pulled, the drooping engine section was snapped off and slammed heavily onto the tail fin of the 101. Then, this once invincible super-powerful aircraft rolled around and billowed thick smoke.

Tsk, the materials are still not up to par!

Sitting inside the out-of-control An-2, Jiang Xia had already set up the scanner. Looking at the data in the scanner, he felt a little regretful that the warhead hadn't been completely severed.

Immediately afterwards, a second firecracker exploded on the left side of 101, and the rapidly expanding warhead sliced ​​the monster in two!

It turned out that Pang Guoxing was also unsure, and after seeing that the No. 1 missile did not emit fire, he launched a second missile.

Don't say he's wasting his time; when it comes to fighting, you have to seize the opportunity and be ruthless.

Even an eagle uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit!

"That's more like it!" Jiang Xia nodded in satisfaction; data collection complete!

He scanned the second one in particular, capturing the state of the connecting rod warhead as it expanded, and gained a lot!

Close it immediately.

Its frail body couldn't withstand a double blow; didn't you see the mosquito coils already swirling in the little guy's eyes?

What is a double blow?

The scanner is one layer, and the An-2, the old man who keeps spinning and falling down, is another.

The An-2's engine made two sputtering noises in the powerful wake of the RF101 engine, then shut down on its own. It then entered a spiral state. Xia Qing didn't even need to shut down the engine himself.

For other types of aircraft, a tailspin is deadly. If the engine cannot be restarted and the aircraft cannot recover, then there is only one way out: crashing. Yes, just like the 101 next to it, which broke in two and was in a pendulum motion.

But spins are a piece of cake for the An-2. Its manual says: release the control stick, loosen the throttle, and wait a moment!

Therefore, our little ahoge can comfortably enjoy the moment when his "eldest son" shines brightly.

"Puff~ Puff~" A wisp of fire shot out from the head of the demon's machine.

Two figures were ejected.

However, the ejection seats at this time were not like those of later generations, which could have multiple nozzles to correct their direction. They simply blasted the seat out like a cannonball.

Which direction it will explode in, well, even the designers can't say for sure.

Seeking happiness for yourself?

Sure enough, one of them seemed to have bounced at an angle, and the massive T-shaped tail fin of the 101 swept diagonally between his legs. A mournful wail, its meaning unclear, echoed from the air.

“Good performance!”

After watching the show, Jiang Xia leisurely watched as Xia Qing tried to regain control of Old Master An.

"Uncle Xia, how long will it take to get better? I feel like throwing up~~"

……

Pang Guoxing confirmed the results and immediately reported back.

"Tower! Tower! Enemy aircraft shot down! Both shots from the 'Cannonball' were hit! The An-2 is currently in a spin and is trying to recover!"

The temporary command center at Factory 112 had already seen on the radar that an aircraft had broken in two and was falling at an abnormal speed. Upon hearing Pang Guoxing's report, they immediately erupted in jubilation.

As for his report on the An-2 tailspin and such, that's nothing.

Anyway, Grandpa An may have stalled in all sorts of unimaginable accidents, but as long as there is enough height and the driver doesn't operate it recklessly, it has never been upside down!

It has to be said that sometimes the little guy has a pretty good eye; after looking for a long time, he chose the safest plane to sit on.

Looking at the data displayed on the radar, the air force comrade grinned: "Only 1800 meters, it'll drop slowly, and it can recover at most 1000 meters..."

The little brat will only suffer some physical pain inside; consider that punishment for his unauthorized actions without reporting!

Upon hearing this, the bearded man narrowed his eyes again, and white smoke began to rise from them.

"That brat needs to be disciplined!"

The three yellow chickens, who took off urgently from a nearby airport, also arrived at the designated airspace before the RF101 wreckage was completely cleared.

When Sanhuangji and the others saw the iconic T-shaped tail fin of the 101, which was flaming, they were both happy and disappointed.

Disappointing that we were just spectators this time, but gratifying that we now have weapons capable of shooting down the RF101!

"Chicken coop! Enemy plane has been shot down!"

"The news is confirmed! The temporary highest air command has issued the message! Well done! I just don't know how they did it!"

"Mission complete, prepare to return to base! The patrol mission will be taken over by Luhuaji and his men."

"I don't know how it was done?" Looking at the J-6 fighter jet that hadn't even been officially registered yet, the lead pilot of the Three Yellow Chicken became suspicious.

It carefully flew up to the J-6 fighter jet, exchanged a few words via short-range radio, and then hurriedly flew away.

"Chicken coop, chicken coop! We're about to get something amazing! While the commander's still around, let's hurry and ask for a few!"

"What's the matter?"

"It has eyes of its own, and it can shoot down the RF-101!"

……

After confirming the location with someone, Wang Kui immediately drove off at breakneck speed with the guards.

However, he was still a step slow.

By the time he arrived, the ground was already surrounded by militiamen.

The roar of engines in the sky had long attracted the attention of the surrounding militiamen. Coupled with the mobilization order issued earlier by the air command, which called for "naked-eye radar," everyone looked up at the sky in unison.

As a result, they witnessed the plane crash firsthand.

"A plane has crashed!"

"Look! Parachutes! Aren't they ours?"

"Oh well! Never mind! Let's grab our gear and go take a look!"

So, on the An-2, which had already recovered from its spin, Jiang Xia watched as the ant-like crowd rushed toward the crash site.

Another group of people chased after the slowly descending parachutes.

"Uncle Xia! Uncle Xia! Can we land? It's such a waste that the plane was burned! There were still some good things inside!" An-2 circled around the wreckage of the fighter jet.

Looking at the data on the scanner, Jiang Xia felt a pang of envy, his mouth watering.

A fully functional air-to-air early warning radar and a half-finished MA-7 fire control system.

There's another major highlight: a low-altitude bombing system that's only half-finished.

What? The bombing system is nothing?

What if this system could drop nuclear bombs?

My eldest son is still the most reliable; he cut the plane off directly, instead of exploding it.

That's how so many good things were preserved!

Jiang Xia's smug ahoge stood up again, and he didn't even care about the drool on his chest.