Chapter 486 Gust of Wind, Aren’t You Afraid of Falling?

Style: Historical Author: Nakao 2Words: 2185Update Time: 24/01/12 03:26:32
anger,

uncomfortable,

There is also a hint of sadness that comes from the deepest part of my heart.

If it weren't for this unfamiliar Chinese fighter plane flying arrogantly over the border between the two countries, they, the great Indian eagles, would still be enjoying delicious and fragrant latte coffee!

What is flying over the border between the two countries?

This is a complete provocation!

Challenge the great Indian Eagle!

After receiving the order to take off to the border to interfere with the situation, the main pilot No. 286, who was filled with anger, already wanted to teach the other party a lesson.

But an accident suddenly came. Su-30mki No. 287, controlled by comrades Samit and Robor, encountered an irreversible mechanical accident just one minute after takeoff. The fighter plane instantly lost control and fell into a stall and tail spin state. Because the altitude was too low, , the two ejected and escaped, not knowing whether they would survive.

The expensive fighter jet crashed, and the two companions who lived together day and night were not sure whether they were alive or dead, all because of a group of idiots from Hindustan Aeronautics who seemed to use their butts to repair the fighter jet!

Lame!

inability!

madness!

Also, that damn Chinese fighter jet actually ran away. Where is the chivalry spread from Britain to the entire world? !

This Chinese fighter pilot is just like a shameless coward!

"No. 286, pay attention to discipline and control your emotions. Your plane will return immediately."

When the base commander heard these words, he noticed that the main pilot was almost completely out of his mind. He frowned and said sternly.

Losing control of emotions is a common flying taboo around the world, even the Indian Air Force, which has all the products from all over the world, is no exception.

The aviation industry is born with rigor and loyalty.

Our own Air Force's fighter crash rate ranks first in the world. The main reason is Hindustan Airlines, not pilots who have passed strict screening to meet qualified standards.

As a genius of mankind, we must control our emotions, keep a cool head at all times, and make the right judgment at the right time.

"Firefox, calm down, maybe Ice Fox and Seaweed are not dead." The voice of the co-pilot, who is also the weapons officer, came from the back seat, comforting and reminding.

"Huh..." Breathing in the high-purity oxygen provided by the onboard supply equipment, the anger of the main pilot No. 286 gradually dissipated, and his mind quickly returned to calmness. He gritted his teeth and said: "No. 286 received it. He has controlled his emotions and is turning around. Return."

Pull the lever and step on the rudder to control the Su-30mki heavy air superiority fighter underneath you, which looks like a work of art, to turn around smoothly.

calm!

keep Calm!

He is a proud Indian eagle, a senior air combat elite with rich actual combat experience and records of two real fighter jets, and he must not lose his mind because of this.

"On the 286th, the search and rescue team has been dispatched. Ice Fox and Seaweed should be fine." In the radio channel, the base commander said seriously: "You can hover and wait at the crash site and low-altitude visual observation is allowed."

"Really? That's good, I'll receive it on the 286th."

Hearing the news, pilot Firefox breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter if the expensive fighter plane crashes, as long as his two good brothers can survive.

As for the idiots of Hindustan Airlines, he can only verbally curse them and cannot make substantive changes.

The Su-30mki, which was flying at high speed along the flight path with a 286 white numerical pattern painted on the lower side of the middle section of the nose, soon returned to the place where the previous wingman crashed.

"No. 286, urgent mission. Ground radar shows that the unfamiliar Chinese fighter jet suddenly appeared at the border between the two countries. Your plane immediately went to the border to intercept and monitor it."

At this moment, the suppressed angry voice of the air force base commander came out again from the encrypted radio channel.

Brahma, what on earth does this damn Chinese fighter jet want to do?

"What, he's back again?! This despicable bastard!" The main pilot of No. 286 Su-30mki completely exploded.

Control emotion?

This guy is shitting on his head!

How to bear it?

The Indian Eagle will never tolerate provocation again and again!



At noon, the sun shines brighter and brighter.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the engine echoed across the western end of the Himalayas, and a long, silky white trail cloud lingered on the top of the sky, unable to disperse for a long time.

The J-10D Fire Dragon, which had been rejuvenated after aerial refueling, flew at high speed close to the border between the two countries, looking at ease.

In fact, Zhou Hai was like this, leisurely and comfortable, enjoying the excellent flying experience while munching on military-grade chocolate, and enjoying the natural scenery in different areas.

"Zero, how are you doing?"

The female operator at the Western Theater Command Center made a voice and gave the situation: "Indian fighter jets flew towards the border again, one in number. In addition, reconnaissance satellites showed that two Rafale fighter jets took off from the air base in the northern region, also heading towards the border. Flying here, superiors ordered us to keep a distance of 10 kilometers from the national border and avoid close contact."

"No problem, everything is fine, changing course."

Regarding the order given by his superiors, Zhou Hai's expression remained unchanged and he had no aggrieved thoughts.

It is perfectly normal behavior to avoid close contact with enemy aircraft.

But Zhou Hai did not expect that the group of Ah San who liked to dance when they had nothing to do would actually send two Rafales over.

Aren't you afraid of falling?

I heard that the newly purchased Rafale fighter jets cost US$400 million each, unceremoniously entering the standard unit price line for fourth-generation aircraft.

"It's a pity that Rafale is a pure French product. It would be difficult to fall." Zhou Hai's eyes were full of interest. After thinking about it, he couldn't help but shake his head, discarding the thoughts in his mind, and smiled.

After saying that, he put the unfinished chocolate back into the flight meal kit, put on the airborne breathing mask, held the throttle with his left hand, and drove the J-10d 'Fire Dragon' fully loaded with aviation fuel to fly to the right, following the instructions Instructions were given to keep a distance of 10 kilometers from the national airspace line.

10 kilometers, the limit of visual distance, is also the main engagement range of close combat air combat, so there is no need to worry about exposing secrets.

It’s a pity that we can’t watch the Rafale up close this time, let alone chat on the public communication channel like we did with the Su-35 Maozi pilot No. 309.

More than 20 minutes later, when the J-10d 'Fire Dragon' flew steadily for a distance of nearly 300 kilometers at standard cruising speed, the Su-30mki, which was as aggressive as a furious lion, took the lead in arriving at the end of the middle section of the border between the two countries.

"You despicable bastard, come here if you dare!"

The eyes of the Indian pilot Firefox almost burst into flames. He looked at the fuzzy black dot in the distance on his right, wiped the glistening sweat from his forehead with his hand, switched to the public communication channel, and roared loudly in standard and fluent English.

I don’t speak Chinese. This thing is too complicated and I can’t speak Chinese at all.

Firefox only knows one sentence in Chinese, which is - hello.

Say to the other person at this time, hello?