The siren sounded in the cockpit of the Quinjet fighter jet.
Maxim, as the ace pilot of S.H.I.E.L.D., has performed hundreds of infiltration missions. Not to mention fifth-generation aircraft, he can easily penetrate even the top ground air defense networks in various countries and has never failed.
Maxim was just about to lock onto the other side and fight an eye for an eye when they were shocked to see two missiles flying towards them!
What's even worse is that the missile's speed exceeds Mach 8!
"What the hell!"
Maxim pushed the control stick hard, and the fighter plane climbed vertically with 9G overload.
The wingmen followed closely behind, and the two Quinjets were like frightened birds, making crazy tactical maneuvers.
The optical stealth is turned on at full power, and signal jamming bombs are scattered out as if it is free.
Useless.
The radar lock signal is never interrupted.
"Fake~What kind of technology is this?!" the co-pilot roared, his fingers sliding wildly on the touch screen.
The calm voice of Hill came from the communicator. "Get back, evacuate immediately!"
Before he finished speaking, an explosion came and the wingman was destroyed!
The good news is that the explosion disrupted the remaining missiles and Maxim successfully escaped.
He gritted his teeth and cursed, but there was a trace of luck in his heart. "It's just a sneak attack with missiles, bullying me for not bringing missiles on this mission! If we really want to have a close dog fight, can my ace pilot still be afraid of you?"
But before Maxim could take a breath, the radar showed that the enemy plane was approaching quickly.
Although the other party's regular cruising speed is only Mach 0.9, its speed has suddenly increased to Mach 1.5!
In addition, precious time was wasted in the roundabout way to avoid the missiles, and now the two sides are very close.
Fortunately, the opponent did not fire any more missiles.
"Are there no missiles? Okay! You must die today!"
Maxim ignored Hill's order to retreat, turned the Quinjet fighter plane around, and decided to have a head-on battle with a man coming from the opposite side.
What surprised Maxim was that the enemy plane on the opposite side seemed to have the same idea as him and flew straight towards him.
Maxim Without thinking much, he pressed the cannon button.
The 20mm Vulcan Cannon roared, shell casings were thrown like a rainstorm, and the barrage covered the entire front of the Valkyrie fuselage.
Mars splashes.
The warhead hit the Plasteel armor, leaving only a series of shallow white marks.
Not even a crack.
"What kind of steel plate is this?!" The driver looked desperately at the undamaged target on the radar, feeling cold all over.
The fighter plane on the opposite side opened fire.
The red beam hit, with just one encounter, knocking off the tail fin and right engine of Quinjet. The fighter plane lost control instantly, spinning and falling towards the sea.
"Eject! Eject!" Maxim roared, the canopy exploded, and two figures were thrown high into the sky by the ejection seat.
The parachute opened, and Maxim landed slowly. But before he landed on the sea, the fighter plane was already hovering next to his landing trajectory. The cabin door opened, and two strong men stretched out their long hooks and dragged him and the parachute into the cabin!
The whole journey lasted four minutes and thirty-seven seconds.
Two Quinjet, all destroyed!
The man was still captured, and the other party suffered zero damage.
Blue Star's top stealth fighter is not even qualified to fight back in front of interstellar gunships.
In the military port conference room, the real-time footage of the air combat synchronized by Fu Haoran was being played on the big screen.
Everyone was stunned when Valkyrie was hit head-on by a 20mm cannon but escaped unharmed.
Someone in the conference room couldn't help but complain in a low voice, "No, you were beaten on purpose to show off your armor, right?"
Suddenly, a young staff officer asked a key question, "What material is that fighter plane... made of?"
No one can answer.
The old chief picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said, "I think we should invite each other to do a live-fire test."
As a result, that afternoon, a heavy-duty transport aircraft with a different shape took off from the hangar of the spacecraft, firmly adsorbing a Leman Russ Tank on the ground below.
There is no steel cable or hook, just hanging in the air.
The sixty-ton steel behemoth was steadily dropped at the shooting range a few kilometers away.
The army commander suddenly asked, "Among the transport helicopters currently in service, what is the largest load capacity in tons?"
The staff officer swallowed. "Mi-26, only 20 tons."
The army commander said nothing more, staring at the tank that had landed, and his heart was in turmoil.
"The 60-ton tank can be lifted without ropes, and our heavy equipment delivery can directly improve it by several levels!"
Fu Haoran saw that all the guests had arrived and asked, "Priest Kallen, is the debugging finished?"
Priest Kallen reluctantly said, "Sir, although appropriate debugging has been carried out in accordance with your requirements to ensure that Leman Russ Tank reaches a speed of 70 kilometers per hour, I must remind you that such changes violate..."
Fu Haoran directly ignored the second half of Priest Kallen's sentence. In his opinion, it was unbearable to see that Leman Russ Tank could reach a maximum highway speed of 35 kilometers/hour.
With such speed, how can we give customers a good impression?
Now the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Machine Cult can't control this place even if he wants to. Let's make the customers comfortable first.
Ever since, everyone saw a "fat paper" that resembled the French Char B1 tank during World War II racing on the shooting range.
"This car is the Leman Russ Vanquisher model. The main gun is a double-barreled Las-cannon. It is a professional anti-armor."
"One shot can penetrate the frontal armor of all main battle tanks currently in service."
"If you want to do any testing, just ask."
The military was not polite and directly brought over an active main battle tank and loaded it with 125mm fin-stabilized discarding sabots, 800mm homogeneous steel penetration, and the ceiling of Blue Star anti-tank weapons.
"Fire."
Boom!
The armor-piercing projectile hit the Leman Russ turret head-on at a speed of 1,700 meters per second.
The fire exploded and smoke filled the air.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, Leman Russ remained motionless.
There was only a palm-sized black mark on the front armor, not even a dent.
The whole place was dead silent.
The chief commander of the Armored Forces Research Institute rushed forward, touched the charred armor, and murmured to himself, "Impossible... how is this possible..."
The voice of Fu Haoran sounded at the right time:
"Plasteel composite armor, the core material of Imperial star battleships, Power Armor, and tanks."
"Resistant to penetration, high temperature, and radiation, small nuclear bombs can withstand them as long as they are not a direct hit."
The chief engineer suddenly turned around and asked, "Can you give us a sample of this material for analysis?"
"Okay." Fu Haoran smiled, "But first, read the test."
Second round of testing.
The military testers couldn't help but ask, "Does this tank's engine have high fuel standards? Will there be a lot of logistical pressure?"
Fu Haoran smiled and gestured to Wade.
Wade walked up to Leman Russ expressionlessly, opened the fuel tank cap, and drained all the diesel inside.
Then he brought a bucket of bulk low-quality gasoline and poured it in.
Ignite.
The engine runs smoothly without any vibration.
The tester's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Wade brought two more bottles of industrial alcohol and poured them in.
The engine speed remains stable.
Finally, a young researcher asked an outrageous question, "Well... theoretically, would urine work?"
The whole place was quiet for two seconds.
Wade remained expressionless and said calmly, "Theoretically, any organic liquid will do. We have used all kinds of weird fuels in extreme circumstances."
The army commander slapped his hand on the table, stood up and shouted:
"This is the tank we need! It can fight on plateaus, deserts, border defenses, all terrains and in all environments! With this thing, our border defenses will be invincible!"
When the military bosses surrounded the tank, looking at it on three levels inside and outside, as if they were looking at rare treasures, and did not even return to the conference room, the old academician took materials experts to sample Plasteel and Plastisteel on site and sent them to the testing room.
The moment the Plastisteel and Plasteel test reports came out, the whole place was silent again.
The old academician muttered to himself, "We have been engaged in the research and development of new materials for decades... In front of other people's basic general-purpose materials, it is like children playing house..."
The gray-haired materials expert said excitedly, "With these two materials, our aviation, aerospace, and military industries can directly leap forward a hundred years!"
In the evening, the conference room was filled with people again, but the atmosphere completely changed.
"We don't need much at the Army Research Institute, we only need 3,000 places!" the army commander took the lead and slapped the table.
The old chief frowned. "Three thousand? How many people are there in your institute?"
The army commander counted on his fingers. "Leman Russ's main gun, engine, armor, suspension, fire control - five core systems. Each system requires at least two hundred people to tackle the problem, right?"
"There are also material reproduction, logistics adaptation, combat training, maintenance and support... I am afraid that 3,000 people are not enough."
The old commander was silent for two seconds, and the Air Force Commander also spoke:
"We don't want much, we only need 5,000 places."
The navy commander smiled and said to the chief, "Old chief, I don't want many places, just give me seven or eight thousand."
"The 1.5-kilometer-long interstellar battleship is parked at the port! With the ship technology, our navy will directly become the number one in the world! From now on, we will be the first class!"
The army commander immediately slapped the table. "Fart! You navy has been a first-rate man for decades, it's our army's turn to turn around!"
"Fart! Air superiority decides everything!"
"Without a navy, how can your air force fight at sea?"
People from the space agency, the Institute of Materials Science, the Ordnance Industry Group, and even food companies crowded in, making the conference room as noisy as a vegetable market.
The old chief was so disturbed by the noise that he looked at a group of usually calm and dignified bosses like children snatching candy.
But then again, this kind of thing, if a bowl of water cannot be leveled, will definitely cause trouble.
He raised his hand and pressed it down, then slowly said, "Let's do this, there is no upper limit on the number of boarding places."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
"As long as you can meet the corresponding canning quota yourself, we can discuss it in principle."
Everyone's eyes lit up!
In principle, we can discuss it, but doesn't it mean we agree? The conference room exploded instantly.
"Canned food?" The army commander was stunned for a second, and then he was ecstatic, "How much is that thing worth?"
"Our Navy has a logistics department with enough canned food!"
"Our Air Force has money and is not afraid."
In their eyes, exchanging tens of thousands of tons of canned food for interstellar technology is a huge profit.
There was only Fu Haoran in the bridge, the smile on his lips getting deeper and deeper.