Chapter 279: Heading Into the Wind

Chapter 279 - Going up against the wind

After thirty years of grinding, even if it is sealed in a constant temperature and humidity environment, mechanical parts will inevitably undergo stress deformation, plastic parts will age, and even bacteria and fungi will be mixed in, causing irreversible damage to the mechanical body.

Old David's old friend F-22 may have a few hours or even more than ten hours of flight life before retirement, but after being placed in the exhibition hall of Eagle-Nest Private Airport, no matter how well it is maintained, it will eventually lose the ability to take off.

In the boxes sent to Chen Fei, many parts are professionally reproduced. With the help of high-precision 3D printing technology, non-metallic parts are easy to make. Even if the cost is high, it is not much higher.

On the contrary, metal parts that require high alloy ratios, smelting processes, processing processes and heat treatment processes cannot be solved by spending money, and it is not even a small amount of money. Only the top sovereignty in the world can afford it. With the little pension of old David, it is far from enough. Even if the entire private airport and the surrounding farms are sold together, it is still not affordable.

The metal parts that gave old David a headache were the easiest to do for Chen Fei.

After throwing down a few gold-related skills, the quality and precision of the reproduced parts were even better than the original ones after being corrected.

Chen Fei used up half of the dozen boxes brought back by the small transport plane, and finally filled the empty shell of F-22.

Xiao Laoda, who was leading the mechanics to tackle the F-22 technical manual, had not even finished the general outline. The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter in Hangar No. 2 had already entered the pre-takeoff preparation procedure. After filling the fuel and oxygen, the mobile power supply and air supply equipment began to provide power to the fuselage and deliver high-temperature gas to the engine to assist the heat engine.

The MiG-28 and F-22 are of the same lineage, and many interfaces and auxiliary equipment can be used interchangeably.

Chen Fei came to the side of the F-22 in the heat engine, patted the wing, and heard a loud bang. The tail of the F119-PW-100 low bypass ratio afterburning turbofan engine burst into a bright orange-red light, and a faint black smoke was sprayed to the rear. At this time, the best combustion efficiency has not been achieved, so there will be orange-red tail flames and black smoke.

The entire Hangar No. 2 was soon filled with the smell of kerosene after the burning of aviation kerosene.

The huge roar, which was completely different from the MiG-28, attracted the "Zhenxiang" combat flight squadron, which was on standby in hangar No. 1.

"Oh my God!"

Deputy squadron leader "Devil Pepper" Irini Lucius was stunned by the roaring "Raptor".

"Isn't this the big toy?"

Chekov Bear quickly took out a bottle of Erguotou and drank a few sips to calm down.

The other pilots were also shocked. This was a bit too much!

What Chen Fei was tinkering with in hangar No. 2 was not a secret. Through the mouth of the newcomer "Sour Cabbage" Templen Schneider who helped him, almost half of the people in the air base knew about it. Whenever they had free time, someone would come to visit and look at it, and even take a few photos.

"Oh my god, can this guy really fly?"

"Sour Cabbage" Templen Schneider looked skeptical. He saw Chen Fei turn this big guy into something with his own eyes.

The metal that makes up this F-22 Raptor jet fighter was brought from a garbage recycling station by Temple Schneider and Chen Fei. It is hard to guess that the predecessor of this big guy is actually a pile of recycled alloy ingots.

It is precisely these scraps of copper and iron that can be transformed into magic in Chen Fei's hands.

Chen Fei gestured to the ground crew, holding the "Dragon Guard" tactical helmet, and jumped into the cockpit. The transparent canopy began to close slowly.

Try the communication system first.

"Calling the tower, I'm a 'rookie', applying for a flight mission."

The original electronic system and communication system of the F-22 are not compatible with today's data links, so the onboard computer and avionics flight control are new technologies. Compared with the original version, the performance and functions are much more powerful. Otherwise, Chen Fei's call will become a chicken talking to a duck, and it will not be on the same channel as the tower at all, and even the most basic communication decoding cannot be achieved.

"Beep! This is the tower duty manager Maham. What is this? F-22?"

The tower duty manager looked incredulous at the aircraft model that was automatically identified.

Does 911 have this fighter?

Isn't that a model?

Stop it, okay!

"That's right, F-22, 'Raptor', number 203!"

There are two MiGs in the same hangar, one with a paint number of 201 and the other with 202. So the F-22, which is also a jet, is naturally 203. As soon as Chen Fei finished speaking, the white number "203" appeared on the fuselage that was shining silver and looked like a mirror.

"Young people nowadays are really good at playing!"

"Devil Pepper" Irini Lucius looked envious!

Chekov looked at the Erguotou in his hand and suddenly felt that the wine was not fragrant anymore. Jealousy made him twisted.

Boss Xiao and his mechanics in the repair group didn't care about the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter that was ready to go. They were still holding their work tablets and looking through the technical manuals. The air base had a new combat aircraft. They had to master the maintenance and repair essentials as soon as possible, and they couldn't push it all to Chen Fei alone.

What if Chen Fei was not there one day, wouldn't this jet be unable to fly?

"Please explain the reason!"

The tower group reflexively carried out the launch procedure, but the duty manager Maham gestured to his subordinates to pause.

It's just nonsense!

There is no F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter in the aircraft compilation of the 911 Air Force Base. Since it is not in the flight sequence, what launch plan is needed? That's nonsense!

Maham believed that Chen Fei was teasing him, and the mastermind behind it must be Major Chekov.

These guys in the "Zhenxiang" squadron are really bored. As soon as Hana Boss left, they started to let themselves go.

What F-22? Why don't you fly on a ship!

"I have an F-22 and I am ready to take off."

Chen Fei explained seriously.

"Are you sure?"

Maham stood in front of the circular window of the tower and looked towards the hangar, but it was vaguely unclear.

"Sure!"

Chen Fei's extremely sure voice was transmitted to the ears of the duty manager of the tower through the wireless headset.

Maham took a deep breath and made a difficult decision.

"Allowed to take off!"

Humph! If you can't fly, I will sue you and make the bonus of the "Zhenxiang" squadron this month go down the drain.

Captain Chekov is waiting to take the blame. . .

"This is the tower,

, altimeter: 29.01, within two hours, the weather conditions are good, and take-off is allowed."

Because it was an autonomous flight and there was no flight mission, the tower organization gave a set of meteorological data, the wind force was west, level 3, and the air pressure value was 29.01, slightly low, still within the normal range.

"203 received!"

Chen Fei gestured to the ground crew, and began to clear the area from the hangar to the apron, with personnel and vehicles evacuated.

Once the aircraft enters the takeoff procedure, all activities on the ground will be given priority to the aircraft.

Boom! ~

The whistling sound of the twin engines became sharper and sharper, the orange-red tail flame turned into blue-green, and the black smoke turned into blue smoke, pushing the body to start sliding.

"Hey, stop looking!"

Seeing that Chekov the big bear was crunching the wine bottle, the short-haired girl Illini Lucius waved in front of him and called back the soul of this jealous ghost.

Chekov said with a distorted expression: "I want it too!"

Jealousy can not only make people twisted, but also perverted.

"What do you want?"

Illini Lucius frowned, this big man is getting more and more out of shape.

"Nako...ah!"

Although the short-haired girl is small, her punch to the stomach is quite powerful, and she directly beat the big bear into a shrimp. Nako is not enough, but fists are enough!

I have been in the martial arts world for more than 40 years. I can let down anyone in the world, but I can't let down the plane and the big girl. Captain Chekov still refuses to give up and never forgets his original intention.

"Sour Cabbage" Templen Schneider, "White Angelica" Wadiye and "Perilla" Takata Nadeshiko, the three newcomers, all looked at him sideways. Wow, the deputy squadron leader beat the squadron leader. This fighting power is really surprising!

The other members of the "True Fragrance" squadron kept a calm face and moved out of the hangar collectively.

It's just normal operation. Every few days, Captain Chekov will be beaten by the deputy squadron leader Ilini Lucius. It's good to get used to such small scenes.

As the saying goes: Beating is love, scolding is love, and when love is deep, kicking is not enough.

"Hmph!"

"Mo Huanjiao" raised his head and chest and chased the members of the "True Fragrance" squadron.

She also wanted to see if the jet that Chen Fei had tinkered with could take off smoothly, or was it just a big model or a toy with nothing to show for it.

"Ah, ugh!"

Captain Chekov shook his head, spit a few times, and came to the door of Hangar No. 2 in a sullen manner.

The roar of a huge engine whizzed past the main take-off and landing runway of the air base, and a silver jet raised its nose and rushed into the sky powerfully.

Although the MiG-28 is also a twin-engine jet, its thrust and afterburner are far inferior to those of the F-22.

"WTF?!"

The tower duty manager, who had always been skeptical, rushed to the window, stared at the "Raptor" that quickly disappeared from his sight after taking off, and then turned his sight to the direction of the main take-off and landing runway.

It was already empty there, as if the jet that had just taken off was just an illusion.

However, the thunderous roar of the engine and the clearly visible contrails and wingtip vortices from the sky reminded him that an F-22 had indeed completed its takeoff from the main take-off and landing runway.

"203, altitude 1,500 meters, direction 45."

The tower team readily established an aircraft file for Chen Fei's F-22.

In fact, this operation is not in compliance with regulations, but as a military contractor's air base, there are not so many requirements.

Even the large three-wheeled motorcycle that he assembled himself can have a file and identification ID. Now that he has assembled an F-22, why can't he create a file?

Chen Fei stepped on the accelerator (in fact, there was nothing under his feet) and gave it a random boost, and he received an inquiry signal from other air bases nearby.

"This is 909, please report your identity!"

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Writing the second section.