A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 628 Behold my divine justice!

Inside the P2V-7U, the crew members were somewhat idle. This wasn't surprising, as the US command instructed them not to perform any operations and simply to circle the coordinates.

What does "no operation required" mean? It means all electronic equipment in the cabin is shut down, except for a command radio. Why? It's all about EMC (electromagnetic compatibility)!

As mentioned earlier, with current technology, no one can escape this compatibility dilemma. High-powered electronic devices can only be used one at a time. Otherwise, white noise will appear in no time, and in severe cases, aircraft equipment will experience signal drift, making you lucky if you end up taking a bath in the sea.

Apart from the digital radio that Xiao Daimao made for our troops, we can say that we don't have any other capable ones!

Oh, the bald eagle is still considerate enough to leave them the right to use the passive early warning radar, since this thing doesn't send signals, it just receives them.

That's true, a guy acting as an adapter antenna doesn't need to think about so much.

"Ah, if only missions were this easy every time!" The navigator slumped in his seat, taking sips of his drink. The terrain-indicating radar in front of him was also forced to shut down; he really had nothing to do now.

After taking a few sips, he raised the wine pot and said, "Is it too much? Not at all!"

The squadron leader snatched the flask and downed a full gulp: "Heh, how about I have you go down with a parachute later, act as a kid for everyone, and bring back some wine..."

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. The navigator glanced at the captain and wondered to himself if there was a hidden meaning in his words.

"Beep beep beep..." The sudden cacophony of alarms startled everyone. The squad leader immediately moved closer to the passive radar: "What? We've been spotted? Attention everyone! Ready to retreat at any moment!"

Well, let's make a little preparation as a sign of respect!

For them, who had stormed into the "city of Beijing" before, these alarm sounds were nothing more than a drop in the ocean. The alarm sounds becoming a "symphony of fate" were something they had experienced before.

To be fair, they were quite well-trained at that time. After all, the Bald Eagles of later generations also discovered that they were among the most capable fighters in the Bald Eagle's sponsored forces during this period.

The reason we're looking so dazed and confused right now is simply because we have too many extraordinary people around us. Everything is relative, isn't it?

"That's it? Company commander, I reckon it was just a radar scan. It's normal. If they can't detect us, I'll really start to suspect they've changed personnel..."

"Be careful! Continue descending!"

"Yes!"

My life is more important!

This P2V-7U is full of square-faced foxes who have become clever. Although the Bald Eagles had ordered them not to change routes at will, they did not say that they could not reduce altitude!

Unexpectedly, shortly after they descended, Bald Eagle's furious voice came through the communicator, followed by a string of letters starting with the letter F, which made the squadron leader's face turn somewhat unpleasant.

"Senior brother? What's wrong?"

"They said we descended without authorization, causing them to lose control of the drone! They ordered us to climb back up..."

"Then let's climb. Squadron leader, don't worry, we're on the sea, visibility is still good. Even without the active radar, we can spot the enemy aircraft visually!"

The squadron leader pondered for a moment and agreed. "That makes sense. The furthest distance at which the enemy can be detected from high altitude is at least 5 or 6 kilometers. The range of the J-5's cannon that can intercept them is at most 1500 meters. If anything happens, they can turn around and run away in time."

Yes, after so many encounters, they've figured out our fighter jet deployment. Right now, Shanghai really only has J-5s being used!

"Ascending to an altitude of 3000 meters!"

"Maximize the passive radar sensitivity. Be alert, and if anything happens, ignore the bald eagle's orders! Hmph, it's just a cooperation, no need to risk your lives!"

"Yes!"

The passive radar operator quickly adjusted the knob in front of him, even taking a moment to give a thumbs-up to the imposing squadron leader. However, as he moved, a wisp of smoke rose from the control panel in front of him.

Huh? I wish to turn into smoke and return to the past?

The operator paused for a moment, then slowly withdrew his arm. The smoke grew thicker and thicker, and sparks even flew from the control panel.

Short circuit!

"Report! Equipment malfunction! Passive radar failure!"

The operator grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the control panel. That's what you call elite! Their reaction speed is unmatched!

After the smoke cleared, the people inside the cabin looked somewhat disheveled. The navigator, covered in white powder, touched his old face:

"Hehehe! They keep saying that things from the US are the best in the world, but look, problems still arise!"

"Haha, yeah. We were the ones who really lost out, because of equipment problems instead of being shot down by the other side!"

"Squadron Leader, Squadron Leader, do you think we have an excuse to return to base? The plane is on fire! I wonder if it has damaged the aircraft's control system! This is a mechanical failure, not desertion!"

"That's right! That makes sense! If we don't do a major overhaul when we get back, we're not going to be flying high!"

"Yeah, yeah! Hehe, it's been a major overhaul. We wouldn't even bother with it if it didn't take at least ten days or half a month to recover!"

"Hehehe~"

"Hahaha!"

Listening to the crew members chattering amongst themselves, the squadron leader felt a sudden unease. But not because he could use that as an excuse to return; rather, it was a sudden pang of fear!

"Don't just stand there! Activate the active radar! Activate the jammer! Quickly, quickly, quickly!"

"Hey! You're turning on the jammer? Squadron Leader, aren't you afraid the bald eagles will cause trouble for you?!"

"Do it!"

"Yes……"

…………

While the P2V-7U was busy at work, our "KJ-1" was also operating at full capacity.

Ugh, no wonder it's hot! The cooling ducts that Jiang Xia painstakingly set up earlier are now closed, and all the power inside the fuselage is being supplied to the radar. Jiang Xia's earlier actions of connecting the radar transmitter transistors in series have also caused the radar beam, which was originally precisely controlling direction, to become somewhat "scattered."

In other words, the cabin at this moment is a bit like a large microwave oven.

Yes, that's really true. From a technical perspective, radar and microwave ovens do have similarities: both use magnetrons to generate microwaves and operate in similar frequency bands. The difference is that radar beams need precise direction control, while microwave oven beams randomly into the enclosure; radar needs to receive weak echo signals, while microwave ovens just emit.

Hmm, can we get the microwave out now?

Jiang Xia shook his head, trying to banish the strange thought from his mind.

"how is the situation?"

"It's a bit hot! But we can manage..."

"I'm asking about the missile!"

The team leader, his head spinning from the heat, blushed slightly and looked at his team members: "The missile is maintaining its current altitude and course..."

"Eh... the missile has already flown over Minhang District, and there's no indication of its whereabouts yet!"

"Did your method work, Jiang?" The team leader was pleasantly surprised, and the team members in the cabin were also happy.

"The missile continues its gliding trajectory! No maneuvering! Its current position has moved out of the urban area!"

"Missile altitude is decreasing! 6000 meters! 4000 meters..."

"The missile's course remains unchanged! It has now reached coastal airspace! Its altitude continues to decrease!"

call……

It seems it really worked! Jiang Xia's fingers, gripping the communicator, twitched slightly. After so much time, even if communication were restored, the missile couldn't possibly turn around and take off again. Even if Bald Eagle Technology were on a planet like Tianzhan, they couldn't defy the laws of physics; this missile's fate should be the vast ocean!

Crisis! Averted!

"Airborne early warning and control! Well done, you can stop the radar over-power transmission now."

"Yes!"

"But, Little Jiang, could you allow us to continue for a little longer? We'll shoot down a bird so you can taste its saltiness?"

The captain of KJ-1 wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at the P2V-7U aircraft in front of him, which looked like a silly goose, with a somewhat malicious smile.

"You damn rat, I have a palm technique that descends from the sky, do you want to try it?"