The Shock of the Feng Faction's Higher-ups! The Air Force was under his command!
The moment Zhang Xueming forcefully removed the oilcloth, the eyes of the few old fellows instantly widened.
Including Commander Zhang.
They were all staring at the Feng-52 fighter jet, which was the Hellcat F6F fighter jet.
A single-wing fighter jet!
The elegant streamlined shape and the eye-catching single-wing made Marshal Zhang and the others unable to take their eyes off it.
Zhang Xiaoliu was dumbfounded.
"Second brother…Ahem, Xueming, is this really made by our Feng Department's aerospace factory?”
Marshal Zhang stood up while trembling.
He said excitedly.
The others also looked at the Second Young Master of the Zhang family nervously.
"Yes, all the parts are manufactured by the Feng Department Aerospace Factory.”
Zhang Xueming gave an affirmative answer.
Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, it exploded in everyone's minds like thunder.
Marshal Zhang and Yang Yuting were the most shocked.
After witnessing the demonstration of the AK7 and 107mm rocket, he had absolute trust in Zhang Xueming.
However, the other high-ranking officers did not.
Han Linchun, Li Jinglin, and the other high-ranking generals were suspicious.
They admitted that Marshal Zhang had invested a lot in the Feng family aerospace factory, but that didn't mean that the Feng family aerospace factory could manufacture fighter jets independently.
It was the most advanced single-wing fighter aircraft owned by the US military.
Li Jinglin was the first to raise his doubts.
Li Jinglin was a martial arts master in his early years, and he had a bit of the aura of a wild man.
He was also relatively straightforward when he spoke and did things.
"Second Young Master, I'm a straightforward person. Please don't mind me.”
Zhang Xueming looked over.
Bald head, thick eyebrows, and a big beard. He immediately guessed that the person who spoke was Li Jinglin, a high-ranking general of the Feng Department.
"Uncle Li, you can speak frankly."
Li Jinglin did not hesitate.
He pointed at the Feng-52 fighter jet and asked.
"Second Young Master said that this was manufactured by the aerospace factory. Does Second Young Master mean that this thing can be mass-produced by the aerospace factory?”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Everyone present looked at Zhang Xueming nervously.
"Yes!"
"How long will it take to form a scale?”
"A year to a year and a half."
Boom!
Everyone felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and all of them looked as if they had seen a ghost.
A year and a half at most?
Feng Jun could have his own fighter jet production line?
Gulp ~
Li Jinglin was flabbergasted.
"Second Young Master, Nian…How many are produced annually?"
Zhang Xueming pondered for a moment, and the words he spat out shocked everyone again.
"No less than 200."
Numb, all the high-ranking generals were numb.
One had to know.
Marshal Zhang and Zhang Xiaoliu had put in a lot of effort for the aerial formation. They had spent many years and countless amounts of money, but they had only gathered 400.
Now, the Zhang family's annual production is no less than 200?
In those two to three years.
The Feng-faction army had thousands of fighter jets?
"Quick, quick, Little Liu, hurry up and test the Feng-52's performance. Damn it, brothers, my second son is capable, right?”
Marshal Zhang was so happy that he was going crazy.
He was like an old father who was showing off to his friends. Two out of three sentences could not be separated from Zhang Xueming.
The high-ranking generals all farts out loud.
Commander Zhang couldn't close his mouth.
"Second Brother, not bad. I didn't know you had this ability in the past.”
When he passed by Zhang Xueming, Zhang Xiaoliu stopped in his tracks.
Looking at the high-ranking generals who were praising his second brother, Zhang Xiaoliu's eyes were a little unfriendly.
"Big brother, why do you say so?”
Zhang Xueming was no longer as timid as he used to be when facing him, which made Zhang Xiaoliu's face darken even more.
"It's nothing. Big Brother is happy for you and for my aviation formation. It's been a long time since I saw the marshal smile so happily.”
There was a deeper meaning in Zhang Xiaoliu's words.
With just a few words, he declared the sovereignty of the aerial formation and even the position.
Your aerial formation?
Zhang Xueming smiled and was too lazy to say anything else.
Soon, it would not be.
Not only will the aerial fleet not be yours, but the hundreds of thousands of soldiers will also not be yours.
After a warning.
Zhang Xiaoliu boarded the Feng-35 fighter jet.
The fighter jet slid out and took off in one go.
The high-ranking generals of the Feng Army looked at the Feng-35 in the sky, which was constantly making various movements. The excitement on their faces never stopped.
Whether it was in terms of control or flight speed.
Compared to the biplane fighter jets of the current Feng family, it was more than a level higher.
Feng-35 flying in the sky.
The high-ranking officers of the Feng faction were so entranced that they couldn't even bear to blink.
When the fighter jet landed.
Zhang Xiaoliu walked out of the cockpit excitedly and was about to ask himself how he did.
Seeing Zhang Xueming being surrounded by the high-ranking officers of the Feng Faction, Zhang Xiaoliu's smile disappeared, and his eyes became a little dark.
Marshal Zhang saw everything.
"Little Six is flying pretty well. Second, come, come.”
Commander Zhang laughed heartily.
The surprises that his second brother brought him were getting bigger and bigger. Sometimes, he even suspected if it was his child.
"Marshal."
Zhang Xueming called out softly.
"If you have any requests, feel free to ask. You must make the aerospace factory produce Feng as soon as possible..."
"Feng-52 fighter jet."
"You must let the production of Feng-52 fighter jets be streamlined. Fight for the fastest time and gather 500 for me. I will give you the highest priority.”
Marshal Zhang was in high spirits.
Just thinking about how the East Tower Airport would be filled with Feng-52 fighter jets in a year's time made him tremble with excitement.
"Marshal, Xueming does have a request.”
"Speak!"
Commander Zhang waved his hand.
"I need the highest authority in the air force, including the aviation school, the airport, and all the military units.”
Thud!
The crowd fell silent.
All the high-ranking generals tried their best not to show their emotions, but their eyes were filled with shock.
This
was like snatching food from the tiger's mouth of Zhang Xiaoliu.
Who didn't know that Zhang Xiaoliu was in charge of this? Was Zhang Xueming trying to fight for the position of marshal?
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