Munitions Empire-Chapter 926 - 849 incredibly fast

Chapter 926: 849 incredibly fast Chapter 926: 849 incredibly fast “God knows what those airplane factories have been up to these days… That noise doesn’t sound like it could come from an engine, it’s more like thunder,” an employee inside the oil refinery of Dragon Island said to his coworker, standing by the machinery.

His coworker, deeply impressed, agreed, “Exactly, one day I was drinking in a bar when I heard that terrifying noise from afar, like a dragon roaring.”

Recently, thunder-like noises had often resounded in the skies above Dragon Island. Because they were far from Weigang, the distance to Dragon Harbor was somewhat closer, so many people in Dragon Harbor could hear the noise loud and clear.

Now, as the two of them chatted, that sound echoed once more. It was like a dragon’s chant, deafening to the ears.

Even next to the noisy workshop, they could hear the terrifying roar of the engine very clearly: it was astonishing how powerful the engine was, making its sound heard before the machine itself was seen.

Hearing that horrifying engine roar again, the first worker felt a surge of fear as he recalled the soul-piercing screech of the Stuka Dive Bomber he had first heard, lifting his head to the sky and sighed, “The Air Force’s new toys are getting scarier by the day. Now that I think about it, Stuka’s eerie shriek seems like nothing in comparison.”

In reality, he couldn’t see the sky at all; above him was the roof of the workshop, so he could only hear the continuous booming reverberations.

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His colleague next to him nodded in agreement, adding, “You’re spot on. Now, the little noise from a Stuka is practically like an alarm clock’s ring…”

An oil refinery worker with no military knowledge speculated, “Maybe the Air Force hit the jackpot and wants to intimidate with noise… Otherwise, why make such a racket?”

Ever since he had been trained as a pipeline pressure controller, he had been working on Dragon Island, and according to the island’s regulations, he would probably have to live on Dragon Island for the rest of his life.

After all, there were too many of Tang Country’s secrets here, and it was unlikely that people living on the island would be allowed to leave with these secrets they had seen and heard.

So, he didn’t need to understand national affairs or learn anything else: All he had to do was work honestly here and he could do so for a lifetime.

His colleagues were in the same boat; their fate was sealed to live and die on Dragon Island, which made them all the more untroubled.

Hearing his friend’s guess, the worker nodded through a gap, “Hmm, it’s very possible. If you heard that sound up close, you’d probably be scared out of your wits. Wouldn’t the enemy just turn and run?”

In his view, just hearing this terrifying sound made his legs uncontrollably tremble. If he were to encounter such a frightening opponent on the battlefield, he wouldn’t muster any courage to fight back.

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but laugh: someone as timid as him wouldn’t make it to the battlefield anyway.

In the distant sky, above the calm sea, a jet was flying at about 2,000 meters altitude with a blistering speed.

The starting point for Tang Country’s jet fighters was incredibly high; they leaped over basic fighter jet production and their first generation of jets already had supersonic capabilities.

This endowed the new fighter jets with otherworldly combat power, and the test pilots felt the terror of flying these planes.

At a speed of 700 kilometers per hour, the plane was still able to produce a noticeable thrust-back feeling during acceleration. As long as the pilot was willing to use the afterburners, it seemed like the plane’s speed was limitless.

Due to the extreme speed, the test pilot’s body was pressed into the seat, with the G-forces clearly evident, and if he weren’t wearing a specialized suit, he might have been in even more discomfort.

No wonder the pilots chosen to fly these planes were carefully selected from among elite pilots. Those pilots had to undergo strict physical training, filtering out the best of the best before they were qualified to pilot such aircraft.

“Now at a speed of 890 kilometers per hour! My God…” Glancing at the altimeter, the test pilot flying the plane couldn’t believe his eyes.

His plane’s altitude had already exceeded 3,000 meters, maintaining such a speed while climbing; he truly felt incredulous.

“It’s faster than lightning! I can feel it can go even faster… Altitude 3,600 meters! Speed exceeding 900 kilometers per hour! I haven’t even engaged the afterburners! I haven’t even engaged the afterburners!” he reported in shock as he continued to accelerate.

“The engine is working normally, oh my… My altitude is 4,300 meters! 4,400 meters! Speed 900! Speed 900!” He began to feel his plane’s acceleration decreasing; it seemed like he couldn’t raise speed without engaging the afterburners.

But he wasn’t in a rush, for he was still in the climbing phase, and during the dive, he was sure his speed could get even faster.

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He could feel his heart pounding furiously because, judging by the current state, as long as he entered the dive phase, he was certain he could push the speed to 1000 kilometers per hour!

Butcher Fighter Jets could fly at speeds over 700 kilometers per hour when diving, a feat already unattainable by the enemy’s planes.

But now, he would pilot the aircraft to speeds of 1000 kilometers per hour! No one could catch up with him! His enemies were as good as stationary to him.

Although, according to aerial combat theory, slower planes could utilize low-altitude horizontal turns to evade the attacks of faster enemy jets. But that tactic was adopted when at a relative disadvantage, at least when the speed difference between the two was not significant.

When the speed difference reached a two-fold magnitude, anything else said was redundant. In the face of absolute superiority, all those damned theories of aerial combat were nothing but nonsense.

“I’m climbing at a speed of 180 meters per second… it’s too fast! It’s too fast! Gods above! It’s fantastic! A miracle! A miracle!” Looking at his altimeter, the test pilot was almost ecstatic.

Flying the Butcher Fighter Jet in a death-defying climb, the rate was only 17 meters per second. The new planes’ climb rate was ten times that of the Butcher Fighter Jet! He could hardly believe it.

With such a climb rate, he could easily shake off any opponent and then reposition for an attack–such vertical maneuverability meant it feared no adversaries.

Just by climbing manically, the opponent wouldn’t even be able to adjust their nose to follow the climb rate. With just one somersault, he could bite the tail of the enemy again and start another attack.

The Butcher Fighter Jet’s ceiling was 12,000 meters; that was already the Butcher’s limit. At this altitude, it almost had no maneuverability, and the engine could no longer work steadily.

But the entirely new plane, equipped with a completely different engine, could easily fly at an altitude of 15,000 meters. If necessary, it could engage in combat at an altitude of 17,000 meters!

This was no longer something on the same level; the new plane truly crushed all existing aircraft in every aspect.

From take-off, it could climb breathlessly to an altitude of 10,000 meters in just about 1 minute! It only needed 10 minutes to rush to a battlefield hundreds of kilometers away… This is a jet fighter! This is the new god of the skies!

The only drawback is that these new planes are simply too fast, so fast that they cannot slow down: the take-off speed of the old biplanes isn’t even as fast as their lowest speed, and if it flew at 300 kilometers per hour, it would probably stall and crash…

The swept wings of the entirely new aircraft were definitely not designed for low speeds; asking it to decrease its velocity was like sending it to its death.

Because the engine was at the rear, Tang Mo had a better field of vision than the Butcher Fighter Jet: with no straight-wing obstruction, and the front blind spot was also smaller.

The massive thrust of the engine gave the aircraft a higher load capacity; its primary weaponry was 3 30mm-caliber cannons, firepower that was unthinkable on past propeller-driven fighter jets.

Just one cannon round hitting its target was enough to disintegrate even flying fortresses in the sky; the devastating power of the 30mm cannons could be described as ferocious when used to attack planes.

In addition, it could carry two 8-tube 57mm rocket pods, using rockets to attack the enemy’s large bombers, or firing salvos to disrupt the enemy’s aerial formations.

Such terrifying firepower absolutely crushed other competitors, not to mention it could also carry two Infrared Guided Combat Missiles… well, those probably wouldn’t be needed just yet.

Tang Mo found this situation somewhat amusing and frustrating: because the early Combat Missiles’ Guidance Heads were infrared imaging-guided, they required the target also to use jet engines with extremely high tail flame heat.

Dammit, except for Tang Country, other nations uniformly used piston engines for their fighter jets; their meager heat signature was nowhere near enough to be captured by the early infrared guided Combat Missiles.

In other words, if a Tang Country fighter pilot launched a Thunderbolt 2 air-to-air Missile at an enemy’s fighter jet now, there could only be two outcomes: either the Missile would turn back to lock onto themselves, or head straight for the sun…

When the plane climbed to an altitude of 9,000 meters, it finally achieved optimal performance. At this height, it could engage the afterburners and fly beyond 1400 kilometers per hour!

Stunning shockwaves would appear around the plane, and during the brief afterburner time, this plane left the sound trailing behind!

However, sadly, this state could only be maintained for a very short time; supersonic cruising was a function of fighter jets at the level of the F-22.

As the test plane began to cross the sound barrier, the test pilot was so tense he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know if his own voice could be heard while at supersonic speeds.