Chapter 1372: We Export the Best Pilots!

Chemezov’s jaw dropped when he learned about the bet between Jiang Chen and Matteo.

Wait a second. Why are you not using your Aurora-20 to compete with his sixth-generation fighter? Why are you using the almost scrapped MiG-25 instead? Are you trying to lose on purpose?

Because he was so shocked, Chemezov even forgot to markup the price and directly quoted the cost. Since Jiang Chen did not want to bargain, he simply accepted the offer. In the end, this MiG-25 was sold to Future Military at cost as a test product in the competition against Leonardo.

The competition quickly began.

The two fighters were ready for take-off on the runway.

The MiG-25 was a third-generation fighter, so Future Military took off first. Five minutes after the MiG-25 ascended, the Uragano also took off to start the game of cat and mouse…

Inside the MiG-25 cockpit, the “Matador” skillfully operated the different instruments and devices, then checked whether all systems were functional.

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When Chemezov saw this scene, his pupils constricted.

Until the Matador sat in the cockpit, he still had doubts about whether this robot could really pilot the MiG-25, but now all his doubts disappeared, and he started to look forward to this competition. Could the “Electronic Pilot” really do something amazing with the MiG-25 that was about to into the museum and become history?

Matteo was about to explode in anger when he saw the same scene.

He felt like that his IQ was being insulted.

After he “politely greeted” all the women in Jiang Chen’s family in his mind, he gestured to his assistant with a churlish expression.

“I want you to end the battle within five minutes! Shoot that stupid robot, along with their arrogance, down!”

As an old antique about to enter the cemetery of planes, the only real advantage of the MiG-25 was its speed.

There was a saying a long time ago.

One day Khrushchev inspected the Mikoyan Design Bureau and saw the MiG-25. He asked a designer and asked, “This aircraft uses so much steel and is so heavy. How can it avoid missiles? ”

The designer immediately opened the cockpit cover and responded politely, “Dear Comrade Khrushchev, you don’t have to worry about that. This reflects the ingenuity of our design! You see, we have designed a throttle here.”

In the fall of 1971 before the Yom Kippur War, four Soviet MiG-25s were stationed in Egypt for reconnaissance. After Israel’s most advanced F-4 fighter jet spotted a MiG-25 in the air, it launched an AIM-9 Sidewinder missile. Then soon, the Israeli pilot saw a picture that he would never forget. The MiG-25 opened the afterburner, pushed down the throttle, sprayed a string of flames, and slipped away…

Yes, just slipped away.

With absolute speed, all maneuvering, radar, and flare were futile.

At that time, NATO’s air-to-air missiles were not faster than the MiG-25…

Using steel instead of titanium alloy to solve the heat problem of the fuselage, and then using a larger engine to propel this giant steel lump into the air. Russian’s unique aesthetics pushed the maximum speed of the MiG-25 to a daunting Mach 3.2 during Khrushchev’s time.

It was no exaggeration to say that without the wings, the fighter would just be a large missile!

By the way, as the fifth-generation fighter, the highest speed of the standard version F22 was only Mach 2.25…

The Uragano counted down the time and after five minutes had passed since the MiG-25 lifted off, the engine of the Uragano ignited, and the fighter accelerated at an incredible speed, pulled its nose up, and pierced into the sky. The spectators on both sides of the runway all agreed that just from the fluid takeoff, the Uragano was certainly worthy of the title of the sixth-generation fighter.

Perhaps it was Future Military’s arrogance, or perhaps it was its confidence, the decision to use MiG-25 to compete against the crystallization of the most cutting-edge technology of the Leonardo Group seemed to be foolish. If they decided to use the Aurora-20, perhaps they would still have a slim chance of winning, but with MiG-25…

It was really a game of cat and mouse.

Unlike the spectators on both sides of the runway, the “Matador” in the cockpit did not have the slightest of emotion in the wide-angle lenses, but only streams of data. The moment Uragano took off, the large section of the fighter performance had already been analyzed.

“Searching…”

“Comparing against enemy strength…”

“After calculating, the odds of winning are only 0.1%…”

“The best combat plan has been confirmed, executing.”

The MiG-25 did not use the fact that it took off first to seize the advantageous attack angle, but it just flew further away

Both sides had built-in cameras in the cockpit, and Celestial Trade’s Skyeye X1 was closely monitoring the situation. The pictures of the two fighters were transmitted to the surface in real-time. The staff of Future Military had already prepared a few holographic computers to broadcast the competition to the audience in real-time.

Matteo sneered in his mind when he saw what the MiG-25 did.

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“Seeking death!”

Less than half a minute after the Uragano took off, it was easily right on MiG-25’s tail.

Two air-to-air missiles were locked onto the fighter, in the three seconds that the missiles were approaching the fighter, the Matador calmly released flares. A series of sparks appeared in the air, and quickly the two missiles chased after two flares and completely ignored the escaping MiG-25.

“Your electronic pilot is only good at running away?” Matteo mocked as he looked at Jiang Chen.

“Just keep watching.” Jiang Chen smiled and did not take his mockery to heart.

Jiang Chen’s reaction made Matteo feel that he punched a ball of wool. However, when he was about to throw in a few more taunts, he felt something was off when he realized that the distance between the two fighters were closing.

However, the ominous feeling just appeared for a brief moment because common sense told him that the situation was impossible.

The Uragano was still trailing the MiG-25’s tail, and from time to time it would fire its autocannon. However, all the missiles were perfectly distracted by the flares, and none of the autocannon shots hit.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Just as the speed of the MiG-25 reached Mach 3.2, the Matador suddenly pulled up.

At this moment, it completely turned into a real matador as it revealed its silver clock to the Uragano closely behind it. The nose of the MiG-25 suddenly pulled up and created an incredible trajectory in the air. The tail and nose of the aircraft switched positions in an instant, and the speed suddenly dropped from Mach 3.2 to below Mach 1.

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“Cobra maneuver!” Chemezov almost shouted out. His eyes widened as he continued, “That’s impossible!”

It was indeed impossible.

The aerodynamic layout of the MiG-25 meant that it was impossible to perform the Cobra maneuver. Forcibly pulling the nose up at a high speed would only result in a fatal crash, and the pilot would be the first one to go! However, because it was the MiG-25, the steel-made fuselage design prevented the belly and wings of the MiG-25 from being torn apart. The entire fighter was like a dry leaf pushed away by the wind, spinning in the air.

The winner was decided in an instant.

The Urangano accelerated to its speed limit and pierced the body of the MiG-25 that suddenly decelerated.

It was just a pity that it did not use its autocannons or missiles.

But the pilot probe in the front…

Regardless, it was impossible to find the pilot probe that made the kill.

In a car accident… or rather, in a fighter accident, it did not matter whether it was a sixth-generation fighter or a third-generation fighter, the final outcome was the same. The match ended in a tie. However, the Matador piloted a third-generation fighter, and Leonardo’s Uragano was a sixth-generation fighter. The sixth-generation fighter and the third-generation machine drew a tie, so everyone who understood the outcome realized that the Uragano had lost.

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“No one can beat the Future Group in artificial intelligence technology… I finally understand why Future Military did not bet on the sixth-generation fighter.” Next to the airport runway, the man with a Chinese face gently sighed.

Indeed, the reasons did not need to be said.

If the pinnacle of the fifth-generation fighter, Aurora-20, could turn into the pinnacle of the sixth-generation fighter in the hands of Future Military at any time. It would be unnecessary to spend money and energy to research the sixth-generation fighter.

In the thick black smoke, fragments rained down as two sparks could be seen from afar. It wasn’t just the wreckage of the MiG-25 and the Uragano that fell, but also the last remaining pride in Matteo’s heart.

Matteo stared at the sky in a daze until Nicola, who was next to him, poked his arm. He finally regained his thoughts, moved his stiff neck, and looked at Jiang Chen next to him.

Although he considered the one in ten-thousandths chance of the sixth-generation fighter losing to the third-generation fighter, he did not consider that it would end like this. The slow-motion playback at the last moment told him that the Uranago still made evasive actions when it was about to hit the MiG-25.

However, even AI could not execute the maneuver at that speed, only God could do it…

Especially when the opponent had already calculated the move ahead.

From the very beginning, the MiG-25 controlled by the Matador planned the crash.

“Actually, you don’t have to be so depressed,” Jiang Chen coughed, patted Matteo on the shoulder, and said with a smile, “At least we are tied, and I didn’t make a… ahem, make a bet with you.”

Jiang Chen was about to burst out laughing. After he said this, he quickly stepped aside.

When Matteo saw Jiang Chen’s shaking shoulders, he felt something sweet from his throat and almost coughed out blood.

On the other side of the runway, Chemezov looked at the sky and stood as still as a sculpture. He was completely lost for words. It was the warlord that helped him regain his senses.

The warlord looked at him sincerely, dragged on his arm, and said genuinely.

“Mr. Chemezov, my friend, sorry that I blamed you… What you plan to sell me is definitely not a piece of junk… Well, just give me ten of the MiG-25 that shot down the sixth-generation fighter. Wait, no, TWENTY!”