43: Shocking! Spy photos exposed, military fans: Who said that?

"This timing might be a bit early. Eagle-land still has a thick health bar," Lu Ze murmured.

Now, this timing might still be a bit early, not so perfect.

Although Eagle-land suffered a huge financial crisis last year, almost igniting the entire stock, bond, and foreign exchange markets, Eagle-land still managed to stabilize its fundamentals by sucking blood from the entire world.

Although constantly bleeding, its health bar was still relatively healthy, and the facade of the world's number one superpower was still maintained.

But if his father gets beaten, can Eagle-land, as a son, sit still? Can those people on Wall Street sit still?

"Let's all cheer for them," Lu Ze said piously.

Justice will prevail, what else is there to say?

Meanwhile, in Da Xia, it was afternoon.

Inside an unknown New Space-Time Black Internet Cafe, the air was filled with the smell of tobacco and instant noodles.

In this space of less than thirty to forty square meters, there were more than fifty computers neatly arranged, but it was still overcrowded.

Although minors were prohibited from using the internet, it was clear that this internet cafe didn't care, as several elementary school students stood behind many seats.

If I can't afford to play, can't I at least watch? Occasionally, I can even pick up what others leave behind and enjoy it for a while.

Zhang Wei sat down and turned on a computer, ignoring the 'clack, clack, clack' of the spacebar coming from his left. It was clear that the young man with colorful hair next to him was playing Audition.

In Da Xia in 2009, the entire internet was still dominated by non-mainstream culture.

He skillfully opened 'Hello Kugou' to listen to music, avoiding the 'da da da' gun-mimicking sounds coming from the elementary school student on his right.

Whether it was online games like CF or DNF, Zhang Wei, who was nearing middle age, didn't really like to play them. He preferred to lurk in forums.

One forum he frequently visited was the Da Xia Military Forum, which was also a gathering place for most military enthusiasts.

As soon as he entered the website, Zhang Wei clicked on the hottest post at the top. This post had only been out for a few hours but had already attracted thousands of comments.

"Under what circumstances can a J-8 reasonably destroy an F22!"

"OP is an idiot. You're comparing a third-generation aircraft with a fifth-generation aircraft? That's the biggest unreasonableness."

"I suggest sending in the J-5. Although my J-5 is old, it can still fight!"

"If we're really making a reasonable guess, with the J-8II's high-altitude and high-speed performance, flying above 20,000 meters and using its cannon might offer a slim chance to shoot down an F22."

"Do you think the F22's avionics are just for show? No matter how fast the J-8 is, it can't outrun their air-to-air missiles, right?"

"Then let a squadron of J-8s go up and exhaust all the F22's missiles. I don't believe we can't kill it!"

Looking at the content of these posts, Zhang Wei shook his head helplessly: "How could the J-8II compare to a fifth-generation aircraft... the gap is simply too wide."

Not only did he know this, but probably even the netizens on the forum who were seriously debating 'J-8 shooting down F22' also knew.

But what else could they think? Eagle-land's F22 was like a towering mountain, pressing down on their chests, making them gasp for breath.

Not comparing the J-8II, but comparing Da Xia's most advanced J-10 instead? This fourth-generation fighter was also completely outmatched. At least the J-8II still had a high-altitude, high-speed advantage it could try, while the J-10 had no chance of winning.

Just at this moment.

Suddenly, Zhang Wei noticed that the entire forum seemed to be going crazy, with the latest reply records on the right side flowing down like a dense waterfall.

Just as he was about to refresh to see what was happening.

Suddenly, the entire Da Xia Military Forum froze. A circle kept spinning on the screen, as if the huge traffic had caused the forum's server to crash on the spot.

Zhang Wei anxiously pressed F5, his brows furrowed as he whispered, "What exactly happened? Why hasn't the forum's administration fixed it?"

"What could have made everyone on the entire forum go crazy?"

What happened?

Just now, he only saw the reply times on the right side jumping frantically, from the usual ten or so per second to thousands per second, and before he could refresh the post, the website crashed.

Finally, after he continuously pressed F5 for nearly ten minutes, and the internet cafe owner stood behind him with a dark expression, thinking Zhang Wei was playing some new trick, the familiar page finally refreshed.

Instantly, he noticed the pinned hot post.

Of course, he didn't need to deliberately search, because all the posts on the entire page were discussing it.

"Our country's fifth-generation fighter is under development? Ground taxiing tests seem to be completed, and the maiden flight is just around the corner!"

"Fifth-generation fighter?? And it's our country's fifth-generation fighter?"

"I must not be fully awake, right? Do we already have the capability to develop a fifth-generation fighter?"

"Impossible, is the OP just a clickbait title? The J-10 just entered service, how could a fifth-generation fighter come out in less than ten years?"

"No pictures, no truth. I feel like this is made up."

"The OP's level doesn't seem like it. This is an old account registered for almost seven or eight years. How could he also make up such stories?"

"This wouldn't be a false alarm, would it? And because of this, the forum crashed?" Just as Zhang Wei voiced this doubt.

He scrolled down several times with his mouse and found the OP's reply on the fifty-something floor, finally understanding why the forum had erupted.

Before him, several slightly blurry long-distance photos appeared on the screen.

A fighter jet, and it was a fighter jet with a very unique shape, flat all over, and painted in a silver exterior, with the number '001' engraved on its fuselage.

It was like a six-winged angel spreading its proud wings, ready to soar into the sky at any moment.

What else could this be if not a fifth-generation aircraft? It was completely consistent with the design philosophy of the F22, and its appearance alone indicated that it must possess super stealth, supercruise, and super maneuverability. If its avionics could achieve super-attitude sensing capabilities, it would be a qualified fifth-generation aircraft.

And with this familiar resolution and refreshing shooting angle, Zhang Wei knew without much thought that this must be the masterpiece of the 'Wall-climbing Party'.

Moreover, in the past, when faced with such news, Da Xia would immediately debunk it to prevent any accidents.

This time, the post had been out for over an hour, yet there was no response or action. This tacit approval further solidified everyone's guesses.

In other words.

"Hiss... This is actually true?" Zhang Wei said, dumbfounded.

At this moment.

On the entire military forum, everyone was in an uproar.

Goodness, we barely dared to imagine the J-10 being fully in service, and Da Xia's fifth-generation fighter is almost developed?

Just now, they were still talking about 'the possibility of the J-8II shooting down an F22!'

Now they're not pretending anymore. I want a fifth-generation fighter. Who the hell wants a J-8? Unfamiliar, don't know, don't contact.

However, some people came to their senses at this moment.

"Who was spreading false information before, saying we were developing a 4.5-generation fighter?"

"I actually believed you, you rotten old man!"