Ye Zhou sighed, groped and found his beach chair to sit down, then took out his cell phone and dialed Chen Hao's phone number.

"That's what you said about surprise? When did you decide to release it?"

Chen Hao heard the change in Ye Zhou's tone. He laughed proudly before answering:

"I decided the night when Qilian completed the test drive. Let me tell you the truth. Because of Qilian, the overall design of the H-20 will be greatly improved. This generation originally planned to be suppressed, but now it is considered a backward model. Let's put it out and have fun first."

"It's not just the reason?"

Ye Zhou asked.

"... It's good that you know it. Anyway, it's because of the situation. But it doesn't matter. We still have a generation testing, and the basic principles have not changed. Let's not talk about it, let's just die. They haven't finished flying yet. They will have to fly another round later. You can continue watching."

After saying that, Chen Hao couldn't wait to hang up the phone again. His reaction even made Ye Zhou feel that he was also watching the flying performance of the black and white evil spirits in a corner of the beach.

After putting away his phone, Ye Zhou's agitation finally calmed down. He looked around and the beach, which had been silent for a few seconds, burst out again with cheers that were even more deafening than the sound of a sonic boom.

Among these ecstatic crowds, a message was spreading at an extremely fast speed.

The first domestic flying wing strategic bomber, the H-20, flew for the first time at this moment when everyone was unprepared.

Even the process is exactly the same as the original J-20 first flight.

However, this first flight was much more shocking than J-20.

Because even the Tu-160, one of the world's top strategic bombers, is only suitable as its background board.

Someone sang a familiar song loudly on the beach, and then more and more people joined the chorus. In their singing, the three fighter jets returned and skipped the beach along the coastline at extremely low and extremely low heights. The roar of the engine combined the strongest accompaniment in the song.

Some people were running chasing their shadows on the beach, some were crying in front of the live broadcast camera, some were helpless and shouting, "I saw it, I saw it," but more people were filled with an unprecedented confidence on their faces.

No.

Ye Zhou felt a faint feeling, that was not even confident.

But arrogant.

It was a kind of arrogance left over thousands of years ago, from the enemy's eyes to the attack of all countries after they came to the court.

And today, this kind of arrogance that has lost thousands of years has once again returned to these people's faces.

Ye Zhou looked at the crowd and then looked at his family.

The old man's lips trembled, and he, who was extremely strict in tutoring, even made a swear word:

"This is the damn prosperous age..."

Ye Zhou nodded silently and then said:

“It’s not enough now.”

"We have to continue working until Jinwu takes over the H-20."
Chapter completed!