Chapter 279 - Heading into the Wind
After thirty years of hard work, even if it is sealed in an environment of constant temperature and humidity, mechanical parts will still inevitably undergo stress deformation, plastic parts will age, and even bacteria and Fungi will be mixed in and cause irreversible damage to the mechanical body.
Old David’s old buddy F-22 may still have a few hours or even ten hours of flight life left until it is retired, but after resting in the exhibition hall of Eagle-Nest Eagle’s Nest Private Airport , no matter how perfect and careful the maintenance is, it will eventually lose the ability to lift into the air.
In the boxes sent to Chen Fei, many parts have been professionally reproduced. With the help of high-precision 3D printing technology, non-metallic parts are easy to produce, even if the cost is high , but not much higher.
On the contrary, metal parts with higher requirements in terms of alloy ratio, smelting technology, processing technology and heat treatment technology cannot be solved by spending money, not even small money. Only the top sovereign in the world can solve it. If you can afford it, relying on old David's little pension, that's a huge difference. Even if you sell the entire private airport and the surrounding farms, you still can't afford it.
The metal parts that gave old David a headache were the easiest for Chen Fei to do.
Throw in a few metal-type superpower skills, and after the parts are copied, the quality and accuracy are even better than the original ones after being corrected.
Of the dozen or so boxes brought back by the small transport plane, Chen Fei used up less than half, and finally filled the empty shell of the F-22.
The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter in Hangar No. 2 has already entered the pre-take-off stage. After filling the fuel and oxygen, the mobile power supply and air supply equipment begins to provide power to the body, deliver high-temperature gas to the engine, and assist the heat engine.
The MiG-28 is of the same origin as the F-22, and many interfaces and auxiliary equipment are common.
Chen Fei came to the side of the hot F-22, patted the wings, and heard a loud noise. The nozzle of the F119-PW-100 low-bypass afterburning turbofan engine bloomed with a bright orange-red light. The black smoke is sprayed to the rear. At this time, the best combustion efficiency has not been reached, and only then will the orange-red tail flame and black smoke appear.
The entire Hangar No. 2 was quickly filled with the smell of kerosene after burning aviation kerosene.
A huge roar that was completely different from the MiG-28 attracted the "Zhenxiang" combat squadron, which was on standby in Hangar 1.
“Oh my God!”
Deputy squadron leader “Devil Pepper” Illini Lusius looked at the roaring “Raptor” and was stunned.
"Isn't this the big toy?"
Chekhov's Big Bear quickly took out a bottle of Erguotou and took two sips to calm down his shock.
The other pilots were equally shocked, this was a bit too much!
What Chen Fei was tinkering with in Hangar 2 was not a secret. Through the words of the newcomer "Sauerkraut" Templen Schneider who helped him, almost half of the people in the air service base knew I know, whenever I have free time, people will come over to visit and look at it, and even take two photos together.
“Let me go, can this guy really fly?”
"Sauerkraut" Temple Schneider looked suspicious. He watched Chen Fei conjure this big guy with his own eyes.
The metal that makes up this F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter was moved from the garbage recycling station by Temple Schneider and Chen Fei. It's hard to guess. Unexpectedly, the predecessor of this big guy is actually a pile of recycled and smelted alloy ingots.
It just so happens that these scraps of copper and iron, in Chen Fei's hands, can turn into something magical.
Chen Fei signaled to the ground crew, carried the "Dragon Guard" tactical helmet, jumped into the cockpit, and the transparent cabin cover began to slowly close.
Try the communication system first.
"Call 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, avionics flight control They are all new technologies. Compared with the original version, the performance and functions are much more powerful. Otherwise, Chen Fei's call would be a chicken-talk, not on the same channel as the tower at all, and even the most basic communication decoding would be impossible. It cannot be achieved.
"Beep! This is the tower duty manager Maham. What is this? F-22?"
The tower duty manager looked confused at the automatically recognized aircraft model. Confidence.
Does 911 have this fighter?
Isn't that a model?
Stop making trouble, please!
"That's right, F-22, 'Raptor', number 203!"
There are two MiGs in the same hangar, one with the painting number 201 and the other with the painting number 202 , then the F-22, which is also a jet, naturally becomes 203. After Chen Fei finished speaking, his whole body was shining with silver, and the white number "203" appeared on the fuselage, which was no different from a mirror.
“Today’s young people are really good at playing!”
"Devil Pepper" Illini Lucius looks envious!
Chekov looked at the Erguotou in his hand and suddenly felt that the wine no longer tasted good. Jealousy twisted him.
Boss Xiao of the mechanical maintenance team and his mechanics did not pay attention to the F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter that was ready to go. They still held their respective work tablets and flipped through the technical instructions. Air Service Base With the addition of a new combat aircraft, they had to master the maintenance and repair methods as soon as possible, and they could not leave it all to Chen Fei alone.
If Chen Fei is not here one day, won’t this jet be unable to fly?
"Please explain why!"
The tower team reflexively performed the flight release procedure, but the manager on duty, Maham, signaled a pause to his subordinates.
It’s just playing the piano randomly!
The F-22 "Raptor" jet fighter is not included in the aircraft organization of the 911 Air Service Base. Since it is not in the flight sequence, it is nonsense to ask for a lift-off plan!
Maham determined that Chen Fei was teasing him, and the mastermind behind it must be Major Chekov.
These guys in the "Zhenxiang" squadron are really idle. As soon as Hana BOSS left, they started to let themselves go.
What's F-22? Why don't you get on the airship?
"I saved an F-22 and am ready to take off for a try."
Chen Fei explained seriously.
“Are you sure?”
Maham stood in front of the circular window of the tower and looked towards the hangar, vaguely unable to see clearly.
"OK!"
Chen Fei's extremely affirmative voice reached the ears of the tower duty manager through the wireless headset.
Maham took a deep breath and made a difficult decision.
"Permission to take off!"
Hmph! If you can't fly, if I don't complain, all the "Zhenxiang" squadron's bonus for this month will be wasted.
Squadron Leader Chekov is waiting to take the blame. . .
“This is the control tower,
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"203 received!"
Chen Fei signaled to the ground crew and started clearing the area from the hangar to the apron, keeping people and vehicles out of the way.
Once the aircraft enters the take-off procedure, all activities on the ground will give priority to the aircraft.
Boom! ~
The roar of the twin engines became sharper, the orange-red tail flames turned into cyan blue, the black smoke turned into blue smoke, pushing the body to start sliding.
“Hey, stop looking!”
Seeing Chekhov’s big bear crunching the wine bottle, the short-haired girl Irene Lucius waved her hand in front of his eyes , to bring back the spirit of this jealous ghost.
Chekov said with a distorted expression: "I want it too!"
Jealousy can not only distort people, but also make people pervert.
“What do you want?”
Elini Lucius frowned, this big man was becoming more and more unseemly.
“Nako...ouch!”
Although the short-haired girl is small, her punch to the stomach is quite powerful, and she can directly beat the big bear into a prawn. Nako doesn't have it, and her fist is enough!
I have been in the world for more than 40 years, and I can live up to everyone in the world, but I can't live up to Masato and Danako. Captain Chekov still never forgets his original intention.
The three new arrivals, "Sauerkraut" Templen Schneider, "Angelica" Vadier and "Perilla" Nadeshiko Takada, all looked at them with suspicion. Good guy, the deputy squadron leader will The squadron leader was beaten. This combat effectiveness is really surprising!
The other members of the "Zhenxiang" squadron moved outside the hangar collectively with a calm look on their faces.
It’s just normal operation. Every few days, Squadron Leader Chekov will be beaten up by Deputy Squadron Leader Ilini Lucius. Just get used to such small scenes.
As the saying goes: Hitting is a kiss, scolding is a love, when love is deep, you can use your feet to kick, but if it is not enough, use a dog leash.
"Hmph!"
"Magic Changjiao" raised his head and chest high and chased the members of the "Zhenxiang" squadron.
She also wanted to see if the jet that Chen Fei had tinkered with could take off smoothly, or if it was just a big model and a big toy that only had an appearance.
“Ouch, vomit!”
Squadron Leader Chekov shook his head, spat a few times, and came to the door of Hangar No. 2 angrily.
The roar of huge engines roared past the main takeoff and landing runway of the air base, and a shining 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 the F-22.
“WTF?!”
The tower duty manager, who had always been skeptical, rushed to the window and stared with wide eyes at the "Raptor" that quickly disappeared from sight after taking off. Turn your eyes and look towards the direction of the main take-off and landing runway.
The place was already empty, as if the jet that soared into the sky just now was just an illusion.
But the thunderous engine roar from the sky and the clearly visible wake clouds and wingtip vortices reminded him that an F-22 had indeed completed takeoff from the main takeoff and landing runway just now.
"The altitude of 203 is 1500 meters, direction 45."
The tower team obediently established an aircraft file for Chen Fei's F-22.
In fact, this kind of operation is illegal, but as an air service base for military contractors, there is not so much emphasis on it.
Even the large three-bouncer that I assembled by myself can have a file and identification ID. Now that I have assembled an F-22, why can't I have a file?
Chen Fei stepped on the accelerator (actually there was nothing under his feet) and gave a casual boost, and he received inquiry signals from other nearby air support bases.
"This is 909, please inform me of your identity!"
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I am writing the second section.
(End of this chapter)