Spark

(There is another chapter later, it will be released later, I understand)

Inside the test field.

Marokov stood in the bitter wind, but at this moment, he didn't seem to feel the slightest chill.

The wake of that huge thing sprayed into the air clearly, but it seemed to be sprayed on his body, making his whole body a kind of boiling heat from the inside out.

After H-20 slowly disappeared into the air, he slowly turned his head and said to Wang Ming beside him:

"It's amazing. Even though I was mentally prepared, I still feel incredible when I see her now"

"She is so beautiful. Not only is she elegant, but the most amazing power in the world seems to have gathered in her body."

"She represents death—no, she represents order."

"The moment I saw her, I almost thought I was back in that era."

"Cold and hot, well-ordered but full of vitality, her body is made of steel and flames, but her soul is made of that crimson spirit."

"Unfortunately, its painting is still too simple."

"She should be given a star, that is the badge of true faith."

Hearing his words, Wang Ming couldn't help laughing.

"Marokov, sometimes I feel that if you become a poet, you may also achieve amazing results."

"That's the genius of our Russians."

Marokov replied disapprovingly, but then said again:

"But I'm definitely not deliberately piling up rhetoric. In fact, in my eyes, no adjectives in this world are enough to describe her beauty and strength."

"Ming, do you know that the Americans have a plane called the Valkyrie?"

"It's ridiculous, such an aircraft can be called a Valkyrie."

"In front of your H-20, it is impossible for any flying object to be called 'Valkyrie'—not even the Tu-160!"

"I'm glad we're still friends."

"I can't imagine what kind of fear it would bring me when such a plane flew over my head."

"Maybe, it just needs to gently open the magazine, and it can pour out the whole doomsday"

"We're not going to do that."

Wang Ming replied somewhat perfunctorily.

Looking at his expression, Marokov couldn't help but smile wryly.

won't do that?

Of course, today's people will definitely not do that.

But what about the future?

After the birth of the H-20, it is a certain fact that China's military strength has surpassed that of Russia in an all-round way.

It is true that China's military industry is still backward compared to Russia and the United States, but as long as there is this heavy weapon capable of defending the entire country's territory and even forming a deterrent around the world, who would dare to have a complete war in China? How about provoking them rashly before they develop?

This moment is just like that moment.

Decades ago, the mushroom cloud that rose in the desert brought China decades of development windows.

Although today is different from the past, and the strategic significance of H-20 is not as great as an atomic bomb, it is more than enough to win China 5 years.

How far can they develop in five years?

You know, it only took Huaxia more than two years from the time I knew I was going to build the H-20 to the official first flight of the H-20!

Five years later, they might even build an aircraft carrier.

etc.

Does it really take five years?

Marokov couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

He could feel that Huaxia's strategic vision had extended to an extremely far position, while he and his country were completely left behind.

no.

It can't go on like this.

We must hurry back to Moscow as soon as possible and explain it to those old guys.

Of course, it's not to say "to fight against Huaxia", but to make it clear, hug this thigh!

Thinking of this, Marokov's expression even became a little flattering.

He looked at Wang Ming, smiled and said:

"It's a great achievement, Ming, and I'm so happy for you my friends."

"You also know that we have had some unpleasant experiences in the past, but in the past ten years or so, those unpleasant experiences have long been buried in the dust of history."

"I think we should cooperate more closely in the future, especially on the existing PAK FA project."

"You should talk to Yang Wei—or Tang Changhong, Chief Engineer Tang."

Wang Ming smiled teasingly, and then continued:

"You may not know that during the development of the H-20 project, Sasha, who was in charge of technical cooperation, did not do his best."

"...I guarantee that something like this will never happen again."

Marokov felt angry in his heart.

Sasha, are you really that stupid?

Even if it is himself, he has already seen the situation clearly.

Even before the birth of the H-20, preparations were made for further expansion of the cooperation.

But now, judging from Wang Ming's words, Huaxia is not very satisfied with this cooperation.

The hope of United Airlines, no, even the whole of Russia, is in your hands!

He squeezed his fist lightly, and had already sentenced Sasha to death in his heart.

After being silent for a long time, he finally calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart, and pretended to be relaxed and said:

"This time, those Yankees should be taken aback."

"I heard that they have always regarded our H-20 project as an ordinary bomber research and development project. Even the most radical point of view is that this aircraft is a non-stealth strategic bomber similar to the Tu-160."

"Now that the finished product is in front of them, a large number of people in their intelligence department will probably suffer misfortune."

"It's better to die."

Wang Ming muttered something, then he seemed to realize that it was not a good thing to say, so he coughed and said in a different tone:

"Actually, the Americans are not that vulnerable—they are unquestionably number one both in terms of technological background and military strength."

"We just made some breakthroughs in certain aspects, and we won't pose much threat to them."

Hearing Wang Ming's words, the sourness in Marokov's heart was so strong that it could melt gold directly.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked:

"Ming, do you know the range of the H-20?"

Wang Ming glanced at Marokov a little strangely, and asked:

"This is classified information, how could I tell you?"

"...I didn't want you to tell me, I just wanted to remind you of one thing."

"whats the matter?"

"I would like to remind you that this is an aircraft with a range of at least 10,000 kilometers, a maximum speed of more than Mach 2, and an unknown ammunition load, but it is definitely larger than the 25 tons of the B-2 and has the most advanced aircraft in the world. A super strategic bomber with stealth and radar technology, and without a doubt capable of carrying nuclear weapons!"

"Such a big killer, you actually tell me now that it won't pose much threat to them?!"

"You said that it can't pose too much threat. Do you mean that you can't blow up the North American continent in one trip??"

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

National Geospatial-Intelligence Agency.

Reid sat on the chair in front of the monitor, staring at the screen in front of him without blinking.

Since the first flight of the J-20C was monitored by spy satellites last time, the work focus of the entire intelligence agency has been adjusted immediately.

Now, their daily work is to monitor several major test flight sites through satellites, hoping to grasp the opponent's movements in the first place.

——

In fact, Rhett felt that such a job did not make much sense.

The reason is simple. For an opponent like Huaxia, if his aircraft can be photographed in the open air, it means that the aircraft has entered the final stage before entering service.

What's the use of taking pictures clearly?

Can't stop it from taking off.

Perhaps the only function is to take it as one's own performance, and go to the corner tower and go to the Congress to show merit.

However, it's not bad for me.

After all, every time a new plane is discovered, it means that his bonus will increase again.

With such a mentality, some unknown thoughts also appeared in his heart.

It would be great if Huaxia's aviation industry progressed a little faster.

Although those new planes will fly over my head sooner or later, isn't it still early.

But now, they have not moved for several months.

The so-called "strategic bomber" project, which has always been regarded as the biggest threat by superiors, has also remained silent.

I really don't know when I will be able to get the next bonus.

Thinking of this, Rhett could not help but sigh.

But just when he was about to stand up and pour a cup of coffee, a strange object appeared in his sight.

That was the picture taken by the satellite.

an airplane.

A flying wing aircraft.

Its body is pitch black, its size is huge, and its tail emits bright flames.

Rhett couldn't help frowning.

How did you get the B-2?

He subconsciously wanted to check the latitude and longitude information of the satellite positioning, but the next second, he froze in place.

This thing is not a B-2 at all.

The B-2 does not have a variable-sweep wing design like it!

For a moment, great fear swept through his brain, and his fingers trembled to input new commands to the satellite, and then, one after another, the photos were continuously sent back.

There was nothing wrong with the latitude and longitude, and now the satellite was aiming at the test flight field that he had been paying attention to for several months.

And in the sky above the test flight field, a steel behemoth is flying.

Everything under its wings seems so small compared to it

Here comes the strategic bomber.

Huaxia's strategic bomber is here!

Red looked around in horror. He wanted someone to come over and look at these photos together, and someone to tell him that this was not real, that it was just a system error, or that the model airplane was actually photographed.

But obviously, this possibility does not exist at all.

His heart was beating wildly, and after printing out the last photo, he didn't dare to delay even a moment, and immediately rushed out the door

A few minutes later, the corner office.

Bob stared at the satellite image in front of him in silence, and for a few minutes, he couldn't say a word.

The assistant on the opposite side was even more silent. He still didn't know how much impact this incident would have on the strategic layout of the entire United States, but he was very clear about one thing:

From now on, the United States will no longer be the only country with stealth strategic bombers.

In this field, the power that the United States has held for many years has been taken away, and it is unknown when it will be regained, or even whether it will be regained.

Then he thought that taking away authority often meant rebellion.

Just like those fairy tales, when Zeus's scepter is lost, is he still Zeus?

Perhaps, those who have gained authority will not immediately challenge the authority of the old king.

But what about those who have been oppressed by the old king for a long time?

Yes, the H-20 will not fly to the mainland of the United States immediately, and it will not even fly out of China's airspace in a short time.

However, as long as it is in the air, the world will be forced to follow the trajectory of its flight.

the reason is simple.

What the United States could do in the past, China can do now.

So, is there a possibility that those small countries no longer obey the orders of the United States, but turn to the enemies of the United States?

The assistant didn't dare to think about it anymore, and at this moment, Bob, who was sitting behind the desk, spoke.

"Open the global deployment map."

The assistant was taken aback for a moment, and asked a stupid question:

"Ours, or theirs?"

"our."

The strange thing is that Bob didn't get angry because of this, he just sat there silently, repeating his instructions as if all his strength had been sucked out.

"Open our global deployment map."

The assistant quickly completed the operation, and then, a huge dynamic map was projected on the screen.

Bob sighed deeply.

"Island, we have 140 military bases."

"These bases are all within the coverage of H-20."

"To destroy them all. They need about 14 sorties."

Pausing for a moment, his gaze moved further upwards.

"Alaska, Bering Strait."

"Two sorties are enough."

"Kuwait, afh, maybe 5 sorties. Don't know, maybe less."

"Turkey, Qatar, no, Qatar doesn't need it, it's just a Turkey, and it's also a sortie."

"South America. One sortie is more than enough."

"Europe. It might be harder, but if the H-20 does fly overhead, they won't help us."

"North America. This is the last line of defense."

Bob's voice got lower and lower, and then disappeared completely.

His eyes kept wandering around the picture, and it took a few minutes before he looked at his assistant again, showing a bitter smile.

"This is the end."

"All of our global military deployments are within their strike range."

"Taking off from any corner, they can hit us with precision."

"And we don't even have any countermeasures."

"A supersonic stealth strategic bomber with variable sweep wings. I really don't understand. How did they do it?"

"Too late, we know too late."

Bob squeezed his fist.

He took a long breath, then stood up abruptly:

"Issuing an order to all armed forces to upgrade the defensive readiness level to level three."

"All rotating fleets will shrink to the mainland, and all non-essential military operations will be suspended."

"All underwater ships are on 24-hour combat readiness duty."

"clear."

The assistant answered quickly.

But instead, he asked again:

"Is it too sensitive?"

Bob smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked:

"sensitive?"

"Do you think this is called sensitivity?"

"Our good days are over. Starting from today, as long as that plane disappears on the tarmac, all our military dispatches can only use it as an imaginary enemy!"