By Francis K. Mason
;De Havilland Vampire Mk. five & 9[Aircraft Profile 048] КНИГИ ;ВОЕННАЯ ИСТОРИЯ Название: North American FJ Fury Автор: Francis ok. Mason Серия: plane Profile 048 Издательство: Profile courses Ltd Страниц:12 Формат: PDF в rarЯзык: английский Размер: 10.76 Мб Для сайта: Мир книгVampire F.Мк 1 (D.H.100) был задуман в 1941 на основе турбореактивного двигателя с центробежным потоком. Фюзеляж для него разрабатывался на основе D.H. ninety eight Москито. Хотя первая партия самолетов была выпущена еще в начале 1945 года, самолет не успел принять участие в боевых действиях, так как был принят на вооружение Королевскими ВВС лишь в 1946 г. Следующим вариантом стал истребитель-бомбардировщик Vampire FB.MK five, предназначавшийся для нанесения ударов по наземным целямifolder.ru.com zero
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