Chapter 410

Chapter 410: Strategic Secret Techniques

Technicians Chen and Dou exchanged a glance, as this involved the core rules of the simulator. Then, they continued, “It triggered the laws of physics. To ensure realism, this simulator has recorded all the complete parameters and physical properties of the J-10 in its database. The maneuvers just now triggered the physical damage rules, which initiated the disintegration subroutine. Even in a real environment, the J-10 would truly disintegrate.”

“Ah! How could this happen?”

A cold sweat broke out on Wang Xuejun’s forehead. How could he make such a serious mistake? He had caused the fighter jet to disintegrate. This was a severe operational error, but he still couldn’t understand. He quickly argued, “I controlled the aircraft’s G-forces; I didn’t exceed the threshold, and the overload warning system didn’t indicate any serious damage.”

“Xiao Chen is right. I’ll answer the next question. I understand a bit about the specific parameters and structure of the J-10, since it’s the designated training model at the aerospace training center, and the training center has a certain understanding of it,” Major General Sun took over Chen’s explanation and continued, “I kept thinking about the maneuvers number two executed. If those maneuvers were performed individually, there wouldn’t be any problems. However, such violent and frequent maneuvers – I have to admire number two’s physical condition; you are one of the best pilots I have seen.”

Major General Sun’s semi-praise made Wang Xuejun’s face slightly bashful and blush. “Thank you for your kind words, Major General Sun.”

“Let me finish my thoughts. Upon careful consideration, I found that the overload mechanics in number two’s maneuvers seemed to have a peculiar pattern. Yes, continuously applying high overload on the aircraft’s weak points caused increased metal fatigue. I don’t know if number two noticed this, but this accumulation of metal fatigue can quickly lead to structural failures in just a few minutes, resulting in the J-10’s inability to withstand overloaded maneuvers.”

“Perhaps number two didn’t realize it, because the direction of the overload forces didn’t make you share the same pressure as the aircraft. It’s a bit like an astronaut’s seat; you just lay back and secure yourself for launch. The seat only needs to handle the potential vertical G-forces of over 15G, while the horizontal forces won’t exceed 3G; for a qualified astronaut’s condition, that’s manageable. However, the sensors inside the aircraft cannot cover all corners. Thus, the disintegration began in some inconspicuous area, triggering a chain of localized overloads that eventually destroyed the fighter jet’s main structure.”

“Based on similar principles, the overload from these maneuvers wouldn’t significantly affect the pilot. Although I don’t understand how number two’s fighter jet suffered increasing mid-air disintegration damage, I think it connects to number one.” Major General Sun shifted his gaze toward Lin Mo, causing everyone’s attention to follow suit.

“Please explain how you did it, number one?”

Major General Sun extended his right hand in a gesture of invitation, and the crowd erupted, surprised expressions filling their faces.

How could the number two fighter jet’s disintegration due to operational issues possibly relate to number one?

An overwhelming sense of fear gripped everyone.

“What? How could that be? It can’t be human intervention, can it? Wasn’t it him flying his own simulator just now? This is unbelievable!”

Wang Xuejun’s face turned pale. The disintegration of his fighter jet in mid-air was entirely because of number one. What were those special damaging maneuvers?

His own movements felt like they were being manipulated by a marionette…

A chill ran down Wang Xuejun’s spine, and he had no courage to imagine further. This was far beyond his understanding.

“Actually, heh! Here’s what happened…” Lin Mo chuckled awkwardly, revealing a terrifying truth as Major General Sun saw through the act.

The relativity of fighter jets—everyone probably only knew of Einstein’s famous theory regarding space-time and gravity, one of humanity’s greatest scientific achievements.

In a dogfight between two fighter jets, especially in close-range combat, the maneuvering tactics of either aircraft influences the other. Even without direct physical contact, this influence remains. It’s like blocking someone’s path; they must detour around you, or if you intercept with your left hand, they must go past on your right, unless they commit to a suicidal collision. This interception effect is unavoidable, and the closer the distance, the more pronounced the effect.

By considering human psychology and organizing bizarre maneuvering tactics, it becomes possible to control the opponent into performing the required tactical actions.

To unintentionally cause someone else’s fighter to disintegrate might sound like the fanciful dreams of an ordinary person.

But for Lin Mo, familiar with every structure and component of the J-10, and skilled in aerodynamics and aircraft design, he could visualize the strengths and weaknesses of every part of the J-10 with his eyes closed. Once he applied theory into practice, the power unleashed was comparable to a nuclear bomb.

All of this was thanks to his retired expert teacher, Professor Yan Guoqiang, from the 611 Institute, the very unit that developed the J-10 fighter jet. No one could possibly understand the J-10 better than the 611 Institute.

During their mutual chase maneuvers, Lin Mo constantly forced Wang Xuejun to perform evasive actions. These evasions were unconscious and, like a gentle push along the current, left Wang Xuejun no choice but to comply; otherwise, he would crash. Thus, Wang Xuejun unwittingly fell into Lin Mo’s trap, with Lin Mo’s experience fully predicting every one of his actions.

The overlapping maneuvers transmitted excessive overload along the weak structure of the aircraft as if striking from a distance, sending destructive forces surging through Wang Xuejun’s fighter until some fragile components suffered structural failure.

An empire fell due to a horseshoe—a story that became painfully true. As the overall internal structure gradually tore apart, the aircraft could no longer bear normal maneuvers, disintegrating into fragments in the sky like divine flowers scattered by a heavenly maiden.

It was just unfortunate for Wang Xuejun that this hidden bug within the J-10 could be exploited by a genius like Lin Mo.

Lin Mo explained his tactics without reservation, and the scene fell into a profound silence. Even after Lin Mo finished speaking, the silence lasted for several minutes, filled only with heavy breathing and the sounds of swallowing. Everyone’s eyes remained fixed on Lin Mo, likely still in shock from what they had heard.

Who could have anticipated that someone would devise such tactics against their own J-10?

What kind of mindset does that require to be considered as an enemy by the whole world?

A bizarre strategy akin to a game of Go, laying traps secretly step by step, then launching an unexpected final attack that could even compel the opponent to self-destruct in frustration.

Controlling others like marionettes, disintegrating themselves without firing a single shot, this kind of tactic was something one could hardly imagine, let alone see in action. How could battles be fought this way?

“Long live the boss!”

Meng Yinan, having never witnessed Lin Mo’s exhibition of such secret skills, knew for certain this was a top-tier effort from her superior.

“Amazing! Number one, I admire you!”

“Incredible! Excellent, hearing your explanation is worth more than ten years of study. I’ve never heard of a method like this before.”

“My vision is really good; even if I don’t become an astronaut, learning some techniques from such a leader is enough for me to show off.”

“Great job! Ace! Number one, you are truly the ace of aces.”

Meng Yinan’s shout seemed to drop a single drop of water into a boiling pot of oil, instantly igniting the crowd near the simulator.

Then, a tide of enthusiastic applause erupted, continuing for a long time.

“Impossible, impossible! This must be fake!”

Wang Xuejun bit his lip fiercely, his face turning pale, his fists clenched so tightly that the knuckles began to whiten, as if ready to burst through his skin at any moment.

Since he first piloted a fighter jet, he had never experienced such a crushing defeat. If it had been a normal aerial battle where he was shot down by a missile or cannon, it would have been one thing. But the other side used such an unconventional tactic—what did that mean? The other side’s control over the fighter jet far exceeded his imagination, to the point of defeating him with such tactics.

For an ordinary pilot, they might not even be proficient in basic maneuvering tactics, let alone employing such unexpected strategies. Didn’t this indicate that he was not merely trailing behind his opponent but rather had a gap as vast as the sky and the earth between them?

It was terrifying.

A chill ran through Wang Xuejun as he glared at Lin Mo with eyes like a wounded beast, his chest heaving like a bellows.

He longed to pounce on Lin Mo, demanding answers, forcing Lin Mo to admit he was entirely exaggerating, spouting nonsense, that such tactics could never exist, telling everyone that this disintegration was simply an accident.

Even as the cheering around him became increasingly grating, while others believed Lin Mo’s words, Wang Xuejun couldn’t accept it, let alone dare to believe it.

This was an unprecedented blow to his pride and confidence; if he couldn’t shake off this shadow, he might never see any progress in his life.

Major General Sun, observing from the crowd like a bystander, noted Wang Xuejun’s every move. He glanced at Lin Mo, who remained expressionless, and couldn’t help but sigh. The number one truly struck number two hard.