The P38 "Lightning" was a fighter jet built by Lockheed during World War II.

After Lockheed merged with Martin Marietta in 1995, it became the famous Lockheed Mart, setting a precedent for four generations of fighter opportunities and creating the myth of F22.

The reason why Cheng Zheng chose P38 as the prototype was mainly because of its two-body structure. It is difficult for ordinary single-body aircraft to aim and shoot freely after installing electromagnetic guns. The method of using the nose to point and control aiming cannot pose a threat to the Titan with extremely strong maneuver power.

So what Cheng Zheng considered at the beginning was the concept of an aerial weapon platform. Using a stable platform with sufficient spacious space to carry an electromagnetic gun, so that it has room for free rotation and aiming...

...If you consider this idea, it seems that the best carrier platform is not an airplane?

That's right, Cheng Zheng's initial idea was an airship.

However, now there is no condition to build an airship, Cheng Zheng chose the catamaran as the carrier platform after all.

On Earth, the solution of the two empires directly launching launch vehicles in the same stratosphere is also catamaran. This is enough to show the superiority of catamarans as a carrier platform, and Cheng Zheng is also interested in this.

In addition to the classic structure of P38, the design drawing without process signs adopts a diamond-shaped joint structure similar to the Xianglong drone on the tail wing and wing. On the one hand, the joint structure provides part of the lift, and on the other hand, the joint structure can greatly enhance the strength of the wing structure.

The power generated by electromagnetic guns is very large. Fortunately, during the launch process, in addition to the initial compressed air explosion, the acceleration obtained after the projectile enters the copper rail is very uniform, which is much smaller than the impact when the projectile is fired. Even wooden aircraft are competent.

While Cheng Zheng was busy designing the flight platform, a group of uninvited guests quietly descended on the planet that was a tide away from him.

...

Sahara Desert.

The hot sun grills the earth, and the dead tree trunks are like pale corpses, silently accusing the cruelty of nature.

In this forbidden land of life, the sand and stones on the ground suddenly moved, as if they were separated from the influence of gravity and slowly floated up...

Sudden!

A huge black hole formed in mid-air!

The sand on the ground flew into the black hole in the air like a dragon sucking water. In an instant, strong winds broke out and rocks flew!

In the strong wind, rows of figures appeared from the flying sand and stones. When the wind and sand gradually dissipated, hundreds of people appeared in the desert out of thin air!

These people walked and talked and laughed, not taking the harsh natural environment of the Sahara Desert seriously.

In the middle of the crowd, the burly men around who were talking and laughing were different. The atmosphere here was solemn and dangerous.

"Why did you choose such a place??" The young man in white covered his mouth with a white handkerchief and looked at the surrounding environment with disgust.

"...I said it was to reduce the impact, so I chose this place." A fat man like a "translator" next to him kept wiping his sweat, not knowing whether it was hot or nervous.

"Reduce the impact!? It's just a primitive waste star. How dare I ask me to reduce the impact!?" Baiyin youth said angrily. At this time, he no longer had the respect and humility in front of the old man with white beards, and his whole body was as sharp as a sword that was unsheathed.

"This... this is the territory of the Al people after all, so lord... there are some rules that must be followed..." The fat man, who looked like an interpreter, had sweated more on his face.

"Forget it." The young man in white waved his hand, "even if he gave Al people a face."

Translator; “…”

Damn, let your master come and dare to say that you can give Al people a face!?

Although I thought so in my heart, I was very perfunctory: "Yes, yes, it's convenient for others and yourself, there is no need to be so stiff..."

The two were chatting, and suddenly a burst of smoke and dust came straight to this place from afar.

“…”

The two of them stopped talking and turned around and looked quietly at the rolling smoke and dust.

Soon, five trucks and more than a dozen Panhard wheeled reconnaissance vehicles jumped out of the horizon and rushed straight towards the place, then slowly stopped in front of the young man in white.

The first Panhard jumped off a black man, looked around and came to the "translator" a few steps, and saluted: "Captain Chata, the 1st Foreign Cavalry Regiment of the 6th Light Armored Brigade, reported to you."

"After a moment." The fat translator changed into a slightly majestic expression and ordered seriously: "Although you may have received the order, I still want to reiterate: You have never seen me, nor have you seen these people. Today you and your people are on vacation, and nothing has happened."

"Yes, sir!" the black man saluted with his feet together, and shouted loudly.

"Very good." The fat translator nodded and turned around and said to the young man in white: "Okay, let's go."

"..." The young man in white boarded Panhard with a disgust, and other burly men also boarded the truck in an orderly manner under the command of several non-commissioned officers. After more than ten minutes, only scattered footprints and a few traces of tires were left on the ground.

On the Panhard wheeled reconnaissance car, the young man in white asked sideways: "How are our equipment?"

"All 215 sets of power armor have arrived and are undergoing inspection procedures... Don't look at us, of course it is not the inspection procedures we set up." The fat translator quickly explained when he saw that the young man in white looked wrong.

"Where is my... Red Lotus?" The young man in white frowned and frowned for not being noticed.

"This... Al's big shot seems to be a little interested in it, so... it's hard to say when it will be in your hands." The fat translator explained carefully.

"..." The young man in white was speechless. After a long time, he suddenly thrust his thigh hard. "If it weren't for the incompetence of the people in the Black Domain! How could we borrow from this remote planet where birds do not shit!"

"..." The fat translator rolled his eyes in his heart, but on the surface he still looked like a good man.

There are only two roads that are stable to the wild star where Cheng Zheng is located - one is the one-way tide connected to the Black Prison, and the other is the two-way tide connected to the earth.

"Where are we going now?" The young man in white had no joy or sorrow and could not hear his emotions, but the fat translator could still smell a trace of gunpowder from his words.

"Tunisia, a very small country. We went to sea from there and then went to Europe..."

"Is there any place to relax?" The young man in white threw a "you know" expression to the fat translator.
Chapter completed!