The white emperor fighter, like a silver sword, continuously pierced the sky under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The audience on site had long forgotten the stiffness in their necks, each straining their heads back, their necks almost bending into right angles, their gaze tightly following the increasingly small silver speck.
Everyone was like watching a rocket launch, raising their necks higher and higher until the small silver-gray dot completely disappeared from view.
As there was no aerial performance scheduled, a giant LED screen quickly lit up on site, beginning to transmit real-time footage captured by the fighter's onboard camera.
This arrangement brought a sense of relief to the photographers who had already tilted their lenses to the limit and could no longer continue tracking.
They immediately turned their 'long and short guns,' focusing them on the large screen.
For a moment, the sound of shutters clicking rose and fell in the exhibition area.
On the large screen, the initial footage was just ordinary blue skies and white clouds, but as the fighter accelerated, a strange red glow began to appear at the edges of the screen.
This red glow spread rapidly across the screen, like ink dripping into clear water.
Soon, the entire screen was dominated by a fiery orange-red, as if the fighter was passing through a burning ocean.
This kind of scene is usually only seen when watching the launch of a carrier rocket, and it is a characteristic phenomenon of plasma effect generated by intense friction with the air when an aircraft breaks through the atmosphere at extremely high speed.
"A fighter jet can actually achieve this effect?!" A foreign reporter stared at the screen, dumbfounded, forgetting to pick up the voice recorder that had fallen to the ground.
His colleague beside him was already incoherent, stammering in his native language as he reported live to headquarters.
The atmosphere on site was instantly ignited, with cheers rising in waves.
Some young people jumped up excitedly, spilling their drinks on the audience in the front row without realizing it; several white-haired old aviation veterans were in tears, supporting each other to stand steadily; even the security personnel maintaining order forgot their duties, gazing up at the large screen with wide-open mouths.
Alex noticed that a few European and American military observers in suits not far away had ashen faces, one of them frantically pressing his phone, clearly reporting this shocking scene to his home country at the first opportunity.
Behind them, several Russian experts had already pulled out the strong liquor they carried with them, raising their glasses in salute to the large screen.
The appearance of this fighter completely rewrote the rules of modern aerial combat.
As the fighter flew higher and faster, the images it captured gradually darkened, quickly becoming pitch black.
The white emperor fighter had broken through the atmosphere and entered space.
As the white emperor fighter continued to accelerate and climb, the image on the large screen was gradually swallowed by the deep darkness.
The moment the flight altitude broke through the Kármán line, the entire exhibition area fell into a brief silence—the first aerospace fighter in human history had thus broken through the shackles of the atmosphere before their eyes, officially entering the realm of space.
"Flight speed Mach 15! Altitude 120KM!" The trembling voice of the live commentator came through the broadcast system, instantly igniting the passion of the entire venue.
Deafening cheers erupted in the stands, some excitedly throwing their hats into the air, while others embraced and wept.
A white-haired old aerospace expert leaned on the railing, his fingers trembling incessantly, muttering to himself, "I never thought I would live to see this day!"
Although some still didn't believe that an aerospace fighter had truly appeared, and a version that could take off directly from the ground at that, the footage captured by the aerospace fighter on the large screen could not be faked.
At this moment, the large screen image suddenly rotated, and then a breathtaking sight appeared before everyone—the arc of the blue Earth occupied half the screen, emitting a soft glow against the pitch-black background of space.
It turned out that the pilot had received an instruction to specifically flip the fighter 180 degrees, aiming the camera towards the Earth.
The following scene left everyone even more dumbfounded.
As the fighter began its global flight, the Earth's surface on the large screen moved backward at an astonishing speed.
First, the outline of the Japanese archipelago flashed by, then the vast Pacific Ocean, and then the west coast of the North American continent…
Each flashing landmark geographical feature would trigger a gasp of surprise on site.
On the viewing platform, the faces of military observers from various countries grew increasingly grim.
Members of the Eagleland delegation continuously wiped cold sweat from their foreheads; officials from the Little Sun's Ministry of Defense were ashen-faced; several NATO officers exchanged glances, seeing deep worry in each other's eyes.
When, more than two hours later, the silver-white fighter reappeared over the airshow and gracefully landed on the runway, the most enthusiastic applause and cheers of the day erupted on site.
Meanwhile, the foreign military observers on the viewing platform were frozen in place like statues.
They knew that what they witnessed today was not just a flight demonstration, but the dawn of a new era.
The aerospace hegemony that once existed only in science fiction had thus unexpectedly become a reality.
However, it seemed as if Dongda intended to reveal all its cards today, or perhaps they planned to completely crush foreign military hegemony today, as the broadcast on the large screen did not turn off with the landing of the white emperor fighter.
The footage it broadcast switched to the cabin of a large transport aircraft, and seated in the cabin was a group of paratroopers wearing Power Armor.
Perhaps because this footage was not as shocking as the aerospace fighter's global flight just now, the reaction on site was somewhat unremarkable, as if seeing the J20's falling leaf maneuver, the J-16's performance was just so-so.
After all, it is well known that military enthusiasts are fickle and quickly grow tired of new things.
But today seemed a bit different, because the red light in the cabin on the screen quickly lit up, and the paratroopers also stood up from their seats, seemingly ready to begin their airdrop.
Then the cabin door opened, and the camera in the footage also rotated, presenting to the audience on site and the paratroopers preparing for the airdrop the horizon they had just seen.
"Are you going to make me orbital airdrop, you son of a turtle?" Someone cursed a very vulgar Sichuan-flavored national curse, but then immediately aimed his camera at the large screen, looking so excited that he seemed to wish he could take their place.
Subsequently, the camera switched to the perspective of a certain paratrooper, and with a jolt, this paratrooper leaped out of the cabin, plunging towards the ground with the others.
As the outline of the ground gradually became clear, everyone could see that their target was a certain coastal city in the country, because the coastline of the motherland was still very recognizable.
At this point, someone couldn't help but murmur, "If they landed on that small island opposite, wouldn't it be liberated today?"
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