Chapter 220
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Chapter 220: The “Three Yellow Chick” with Motion Sickness
“‘Dark Arrow’? I say, old buddy, how did you come up with that? It’s another forward-swept wing fighter. Although it’s a single-engine lightweight drone, its performance and design are quite impressive. It’s an experimental machine from the 112 Factory, Shenyang Aircraft Manufacturing Company, and it even participated in the Zhuhai Airshow. Unfortunately, it had to be shelved due to limitations with the vector engine, and it’s only a technology verification product. What a pity!”
“Isn’t it? We could put more thought into studying forward-swept wings, as well as variable wings and material issues. If we solve these, we can design a more practical fighter jet.”
“That’ll depend on when the other factories’ copies of the ‘monstrous’ experimental machines come out; those mothercraft blueprints are key.”
“You’re right. It’s like putting effort into flowers that won’t bloom and inadvertently planting willows that thrive. We need to connect more and brainstorm together.”
The test flight of the X-1 lasted only twelve minutes, and due to Chen Haiqing’s strong insistence, they returned to the ground early.
Before Lin Mo could even taxi the X-1 onto the parking area, Chen Haiqing eagerly opened the hatch, climbed out of the cockpit, and rolled onto the ground, staggering to the side of the runway, where he tossed off his helmet and began to heave.
Lin Mo looked on innocently as he observed Chen Haiqing’s retreating figure. Why was it that every time he took someone flying, the passenger ended up nauseous? It had happened with the Zambian pilot, and even with his old comrade from the same class.
It couldn’t be this exaggerated, could it?
Lin Mo thought he had managed the G-forces quite well, with a maximum of only 8 G’s.
Ugh!
“This guy, this guy, is a total monster!” Chen Haiqing continuously cursed in his mind.
His stomach churned as Chen Haiqing regretted ever getting onboard. The moment Lin Mo took to the skies, he transformed into a different person, pulling off one high-overload maneuver after another, each more intense than the last. Even a fellow pilot’s physical resilience couldn’t withstand this relentless barrage, and there was no chance for him to catch his breath.
“Hey! Buddy, are you feeling better?” Lin Mo decided to shut down the engine and called back to Chen Haiqing.
He raised a fist, gave a thumbs-up, and, with a strong show of effort, directed his gesture toward the ground. This signal was steeped in Chen Haiqing’s disdain for Lin Mo.
Lin Mo chuckled wryly and shook his head, realizing that these special maneuvering tactics would likely be beyond those pilots’ grasp for the time being.
By the time the medical staff arrived, Chen Haiqing had emptied his stomach. The grass by the runway was left in disarray, a disgrace from being bombarded.
He had actually experienced motion sickness; all his previous G-force training seemed to have gone to waste. Chen Haiqing felt utterly hopeless.
After grabbing a bottle of mint drink to refresh himself, he began to recover. Glancing at the X-1, he completely abandoned the thought of flying it. This fighter jet certainly had outstanding performance, but it wasn’t suitable for him. At least not in the short term; he could never handle such a monster. And that was just the simplified version of the “monstrous.” What if it had been the fully operational prototype?
No wonder this blueprint circulated widely and was held in high regard by experts, yet no one suggested placing it into service; it was simply too extreme. How many pilots in all of China could handle such a monster? If they couldn’t unleash its full combat potential, what good would it do to build it?
As the old pioneers of aircraft design said, “The best” isn’t necessarily the actual best; only what is most suitable is truly the best.
Chen Haiqing initially thought he had greatly overestimated Lin Mo. Yet now, he sadly realized he had once again underestimated this guy. Being on the same plane with him felt like a nightmare; he felt like an ordinary person.
“Alright, alright, thank you! I’m feeling better!” Chen Haiqing shook his head, wiped his mouth with a few napkins, and thanked the medical staff for their concern.
“I’m fine! Just a bit of a G-force reaction.” Seeing Lin Mo jump down from the plane and approach him, he waved his hand, signaling that he had fully recovered.
“Let’s call it a day.” Lin Mo removed his helmet and looked at Chen Haiqing with a wry smile, realizing this guy’s bad luck. He wasn’t the first unfortunate soul to lose his lunch while flying with Lin Mo; it seemed he could only fly single-seaters in the future.
Only pilots with the same A+ physique could partner up with him in a tandem aircraft. In aviation, there’s no margin for error. Even if enemy aircraft don’t shoot you down, these terrifying parameters could easily render you out of the game—what a tragedy!
“You damned jerk, monster! Just like your fighter jet design—so extreme! You should be an astronaut instead of competing with us poor pilots for a job.”
Chen Haiqing’s tone dripped with resentment, and his expression showed jealousy. Regardless, he had no intention of paying Lin Mo a salary, not even a red envelope.
“Alright, alright! I’ll take that route!”
“To make it up to me, you’ll need to fly some more circles for me tomorrow and the day after.”
“Uh! Fine. You really have a knack for being a tough negotiator. I don’t have a pretty face to offer you, but I need more playtime with the X-1.”
“Thanks for the compliment; I’m honored! Hahaha!”
Lin Mo and Chen Haiqing both laughed at the same time.
Just then, a tugger rolled over, attaching itself to the X-1 and towing it back to the parking area, alongside other aircraft to be returned to the hangar five kilometers away, where it would undergo a joint inspection.
National Defense Star (NDS) had invited experts to receive copies of materials and, satisfied, they lined up to board a bus. Next, they would conduct a comprehensive analysis of the data and reports, with NDS providing a dedicated facility and equipment for calculations and verification.
They had set aside a spacious warehouse corner for a banquet venue, piled high with a variety of delicious foods prepared by outside chefs.
The dinner indeed featured abalone, bird’s nest, and other delicacies, rivaling a five-star banquet in quality. Dozens of long buffet tables were assembled together.
However, what felt out of place with this impromptu celebratory feast were the numerous small machines, hundreds of computers, and related specialized equipment running at full capacity, deciphering the flight data from the three fighter jets that afternoon.
Eager experts were already working as they ate. The gathering, which should have been lively and festive, felt more like a large workshop.
The arrangements by National Defense Star suited the experts just fine. After witnessing the thrilling test flights earlier, they had little inclination to indulge in the feast. This industry required not only talent and hard work but also genuine interest. Besides their profession, not much else filled their lives. They eagerly dug into their plates while engaging in long-winded debates with old rivals and fellow experts, never tiring of the banter.
Compared to usual, Professor Yan appeared like a transformed person, his complexion rosy, standing tall before his peers, filled with pride. His star student was receiving ample attention, which reflected glory on him as well, and he relished showing off, unabashedly.
Poor Captain Lin could only reluctantly put down his plate and follow his teacher, meeting one expert after another in the industry. Although flying those three jets was exhilarating, the restraint of not being able to indulge in the feast felt torturous.
He finally understood the frustration of Gold Coins passing by fighter jets while being completely immobilized; it seemed that indulging in a hearty meal had almost become a distant dream.
“Teacher, aren’t you hungry? Let’s eat a bit before continuing.”
Lin Mo’s eyes darted around, his stomach growling, while he eyed the buffet table nearby.
“You glutton! You won’t starve from missing one meal!” The old man shot Lin Mo a disapproving glance. “These are the nation’s top experts. On a typical day, you wouldn’t even get a foot in the door; being able to connect with them is a blessing you’ve earned through eight lifetimes. Be polite, keep those business cards, and you’ll depend on them and their students in the future. This industry is all about connections; without them, what can you achieve with your small experience?”
It seemed the old professor was not just showing off; he was also paving the way for Lin Mo’s future. With so many connections, the potential for his student’s development was immense.
“Fine, fine!” Lin Mo raised his hands in surrender, already accumulating a large pile of business cards—contacts that ordinary folks couldn’t easily obtain, closely related to military secrets. If not for his status as an air force pilot with a high-tech special forces background, he likely wouldn’t have gained access to this information.
If Lin Mo could part with his pressure suit, securing a position at the research institute to receive state technology allowances would be just a matter of asking. With Professor Yan’s established credibility, even if Lin Mo knew nothing, he’d still be taken seriously.
However, Lin Mo’s piloting skills and theoretical foundation, along with the design plans held in high regard by various research institutes and the experimental machine crafted at great expense by National Defense Star, effectively demonstrated his value. He was capable of producing workable solutions, granting him a sense of pride in his field.
In a broader sense, Lin Mo had effectively created an advanced fighter jet and piloted it personally, with performance on par with the J-14 and J-20. Though the requirements for pilots were stringent, it didn’t mean that no one would be able to fly it in the future. Just like how P-40 pilots could not handle the F-22, fighter pilots worldwide continuously progressed.
Perhaps with future advancements in G-force cockpit technology and auxiliary control systems, more pilots would be able to operate Lin Mo’s “monstrous” design. Much like the production cycles of many classic fighter jets throughout history, by that time, the manufacturing techniques for the “monstrous” would be well matured.
