Mr. Ping's words made Li Ming very excited. In fact, he was not concerned about the plane, but the person he mentioned.

"What's that person's name? What does it look like?"

Mr. Ping shook his head: "I don't know, this doesn't matter. We are technical and are not responsible for intelligence. I met this person. It's nothing special. I look like an ordinary soldier, about thirty years old, with a medium figure, and no characteristics worth describing."

"Have you had a conversation?" Li Ming asked.

"I didn't have a chance to have a conversation, but I thought this person was not simple back then." Mr. Ping recalled that, after all, forty years, and his memory was a little blurry. "That thing is very strange. The metal should be titanium alloy, and the surface craftsmanship is very exquisite. No, it can be called exquisite. No, it is simply a work of art. It does not require rivets, it is all welded, but even the welds cannot be seen. It is definitely not the stupid, big, thick, black, and thick craftsmanship of the Soviet Union. Only the United States can achieve the surface treatment technology. This person is likely to be a spy from the US imperialists and airdropped."

"What is it, what is it, what is it? What does it look like?"

"About the size of a sub-fuel tank." Old Ping said that the size of a sub-fuel tank was only one meter long when he reached out to gesture. "It's so long that we can't open it. We can't find the switch, and we can't pry it with tools, because he has no gaps. He used an acetylene cutting machine to cut it for a long time without any movement. This thing is resistant to high temperatures, but the quality is very light, and can be lifted by one person. Oh, the technology of the American Empire, I tell you, the material and craftsmanship are not the difference between us in ten and twenty years."

"This person... although he doesn't know his real name, he always has a code name, right?" Li Ming didn't give up.

"Oh, because this spy was airborne, the relevant parties gave him a code name called Tianlai, the meaning of the alien."

Liu Kunlun was shocked in his heart. Tianlai Tianlai, isn’t Delingha’s barefoot doctor just called Wang Tianlai? The person related to his life experience was actually a foreigner!

"There are many people calling you from Tianlai, maybe they are the same name." Li Ming whispered.

Mr. Ping is over 80 years old and doesn't remember the old things that happened forty years ago. He did not participate in the No. 4 mission and did a very good job of keeping confidentiality at that time. Even if one unit is not in the same project team, he must keep it secret. Therefore, he has no knowledge of this J-6 equipped with a lift fan, but Mr. Ping has a rich imagination and is very reasonable.

"According to my analysis, this god is a Chinese, who surrendered under my political and psychological offensive and was willing to cooperate with our army to develop new weapons. This strange machine is a prototype of imitation. At that time, our military pressure was very high. We finally got a high-tech thing, and we had to work hard to develop it. Our country has many weapons developed by picking up American goods, such as this rattlesnake*, and this advanced *. There are no more than one hand in the world that can be used to protect the country. We originally used Soviet technology. One year, fishermen caught Americans in the sea.

Heavy*, then we will use it for reverse mapping... I'm talking about this No. 4 mission. I analyzed that we really built vertical take-off and landing fighter jets, but only one of them can't form combat effectiveness. Just like the Yun-10, in 1971, a Boeing 707 crashed in Xinjiang in Pakistan. We used the wreckage for reverse mapping. The engine was also owned by others, so we can only build one. If there are too many, it's so mysterious. It's a pity to dismount. It's ridiculous. The shell of the hand-knocked aircraft was installed with the dismantled engine. He dared to fly, would you dare to sit?"

Old Ping sighed, lit another cigarette, and continued, "So, this vertical take-off and landing J-6 is not a bargaining chip at the Sino-Soviet confrontation table. In addition, the national turmoil and the air force is in chaos. I speculate that the aircraft is sealed, people are permanently imprisoned, and all files are sealed and will never be declassified. Until recently, the relevant departments found some clues in the old paper pile, resealed the test, and tested it in the Alibaba area. It will not disturb the people, and it will not hurt people if it crashes."

"Retest, why not find a new aircraft, such as J-11? Or a fifth-generation aircraft under development. Besides, the design of the fighter and lift fan is too simple and crude." Li Ming expressed serious discomfort.

Ping Lao laughed: "Then we have to ask the responsible leader. Around 1980, our country developed a fully automatic pistol used by grassroots combatants, called the Type 80 pistol. That thing is a clumsy imitation of the wrench gun. When was the wrench gun from? In 1896! After a hundred years, we are still imitating other people's products from the 19th century. The wrench gun does not need to be sold at all. How many types of wrench guns are sold at the top and bottom? How many types of wrench guns are sold at the top and bottom? How many types of wrench guns are sold at the top and bottom? The tactical performance is not as good as the prototype. It is not the result of the leader's slap in the head. When the leader used a wrench gun during the war, he had to imitate it. The leader thought that the 38th cover was very useful, so he imitated an outdated 63 fully automatic rifle. There are many cases like this. Can't the leader have this J-6 plot?"

Li Ming was speechless and also found out Mr. Ping's trump card. The old man had left his job for many years and had no insider information. On the contrary, he wanted to get some information from here.

The resealing test is not the answer Li Ming wants, but it is the most reasonable explanation. If this is the case, if you ask for it again, you will be suspected of spies. Besides, he is not concerned about the plane, but the man named Tianlai. He probably won't get help from Mr. Ping.

Suddenly Liu Kunlun asked: "How many J-6 has produced in total? The whereabouts of each aircraft should be recorded, right?"

Mr. Ping said: "Young man, you want to find a needle in a haystack. The J-6 was imitated in 1958, started production in 1960, equipped with the troops in 1964, stopped production in 1983, and produced a total of 5,205 aircraft. It withdrew from the army in 2006, and has not been completely retired. Some of these more than 5,000 aircraft were scrapped, some were exported, some were converted into combat drones and target aircraft, and some were continued to store their combat power as a surplus. You want to find the whereabouts of each aircraft, which is theoretically valid, but you need to deal with countless people and countless units, and you will not be able to do this for ten years. Besides, how do you check those aircraft exported to Egypt, Pakistan, and Cambodia? It's a fantasy."

Liu Kunlun was speechless and embarrassed by his childishness.

At night, Ping Lao left a meal and ate dumplings made of leeks grown in his backyard. Ping Lao had worked in Shenfei. Hubei people developed the habit of eating dumplings by Northeasters. Although they are senior intellectuals, they have an old revolutionary tradition. They like to grow vegetables and feed chickens. They are dumplings filled with leeks and eggs. Except for flour and vinegar, they are all self-reliant.

The dumplings were made with small bags when Mr. Ping was freezing and frozen in the refrigerator. The guests took them out to eat. Four of them ate, cooked 200 dumplings, served with balsamic vinegar and sesame oil plate, peeled a few garlic, and then a bottle of Erguotou, and worked together.

The steaming dumplings were out of the pot. Liu Kunlun grinned at this meal. He wanted to eat spring leeks. The leeks were very dry in midsummer, and there was only a kind of dumpling filling, without even adding meat, which was shabby and unpalatable.

"Young people eat more leeks. Cheese are commonly known as yang-strengthening grass. It is useful if you eat too much." Ping Lao was disrespectful to Lao Lao and said with a frown.

Li Ming said: "What Mr. Ping said is that young people should eat more small bags. I can't use them at my age." As he said that, he pushed a large pot of dumplings in front of him to the small bag.

Xiao Bao blushed and said, "I'm not married yet." He pushed the dumplings to Mr. Ping again.

Liu Kunlun said: "I'm not married either, eating this aphrodisiac grass is a waste of resources." He also pushed his own hand to Mr. Ping.

There were three large plates of dumplings in front of Mr. Ping, and the old man said regretfully: "Actually, I made a coin in the dumplings. I originally planned to tell him a big secret if anyone could eat them. Since you don't eat them, then forget it.

The two immediately brought their dumplings back and ate them voraciously.

Until he finished the last dumpling, he didn't eat any coins. Old Master Ping pushed his plate over: "Maybe he'll eat it again here."

Li Ming's combat effectiveness is no longer enough. The young man Liu Kunlun has a big appetite and has ate half a plate of more than 20 dumplings, but there are still no coins.

"Oh, I might forgot to wrap it in." Mr. Ping suddenly realized.

Liu Kunlun had a round belly and resisted the urge to beat this old guy. He had to say against his will that the dumplings were so fragrant.

Mr. Ping smiled like an eighty-year-old child, and Xiao Bao lowered his head and laughed secretly. Obviously, he had played this trick more than once.

"Although I didn't eat the coins, I can still tell you this top secret." Mr. Ping began to recall again, "It was still in 1969. This time, we won't talk about the unofficial history, but what happened in the northwest border."

Liu Kunlun thought to himself that you always knew it was unofficial history, but he took a stern statement.

"On August 13, 1969, the Soviets used mechanized troops to attack us in the Tieletik area of ​​Tacheng, Xinjiang. Our army sacrificed thirty-eight people. You know this."

The two nodded like pounding garlic.

"On August 10, a strange astronomical phenomenon was discovered at the Urumqi Satellite Observatory in Xinjiang. This is a record of records." Ping Lao's tone was very serious and his speech was very slow. "Something came down from the sky and fell in the Tieletik area. In late July 1969, last month when the incident happened, do you know what happened?"

Both of them shook their heads.

Mr. Ping was angry and said indifferently: "You can't even know that one of the most important events in human history. There is a long way to go in popular science. On July 20, 1969, humans successfully landed on the moon. Twenty days later, meteorites fell from the sky in Xinjiang, armed conflict broke out, China launched a vertical take-off and landing fighter project, boldly launched a lift fan plan, and the sudden appearance of the sky. Don't you think it's a coincidence?"

Liu Kunlun asked: "Old Ping, has this top-secret file been declassified?"

Mr. Ping said: "This is all public information, but no one can just read them together. I am old. This mystery has troubled me for the rest of my life. I have not had much time, so I am afraid I can't solve it myself. If you solve it, remember to tell me, if you can't catch up, I will burn it to me in Babao Mountain. Don't forget to tell me your family sacrifice."
Chapter completed!