Zhou Hai pulled the stick back, raised the nose of the aircraft, climbed to an altitude of 1,000 meters, and maintained a left-leaning flight attitude. He looked at the four gray-brown coyotes quickly leaving on the ground and nodded with satisfaction.
Facing the strong wind, we returned and climbed.
There were no fancy air combat maneuvers, no low-altitude circling, everything was stable.
In order to avoid the huge noise caused by low-altitude flight, which would cause impact and hearing damage to the five people, the J-10d climbed to a mid-altitude altitude of 3,000 meters and flew stably in a circle over the grassland, showing off its momentum like the king of the sky, and giving a reminder to wait for rescue. .
The blue sky is filled with red clouds.
The red Bayi logo painted like a red rose in the middle of the single vertical tail is particularly dazzling.
"The circling flight should keep us waiting, indicating that rescue is coming. Thank you, No. 012, thank you, the cutest people."
Hearing the loud sound of the aircraft engine in his ears, Jiang Xiaochun, who was sitting on the grass limply, opened his dry and cracked lips and whispered softly.
He raised his right hand, which was stained with mud, and gently wiped away the crystal tears that came out of his eyes, so as not to let his vision continue to blur. He stared at the fighter planes circling steadily in the sky with his eyes. He just wanted to remember this shocking picture deeply in his heart. deepest.
Why shock?
When you are facing a desperate situation, when your life is in danger, the arrival of the unique August 1st symbol will be shocking.
In ordinary times, it is extremely difficult to see a fighter jet with your own eyes.
But now, in the sky above her head, a fighter jet belonging to the People's Liberation Army was flying in circles, like a patron saint, protecting her and her companions from danger!
This is shocking and touching.
August 1st!
Unique August 1st!
Unique No. 012!
Jiang Xiaochun raised his head and looked at the sky quietly. The evening wind blew strands of hair, and his thoughts surged like a spring. His right hand was steady, sliding along an invisible trajectory in the air, as if he was holding a sketch pencil, describing what was unique in his heart. A picture.
In his mind, all the long-lost inspirations burst out.
She didn't know what model this fighter jet was, but she could clearly record every detail, keep it in her heart, and draw it gently one stroke at a time, creating a shocking painting.
This painting will be kept in her private collection.
"I have to brag when I go back this time. Among other things, I am also a man who has enjoyed the protection of PLA fighter jets. I am even more awesome than my dad, no, more powerful than senior officials. The police car clearing the way is nothing..."
Fang Yuyu gently hugged his girlfriend, looked up at the sky, smiled on his stained cheeks, and shed tears from the corners of his eyes, venting his inner emotions in his own way.
Living is enough.
This trip to the northern prairie was like a turning point in his life.
Time gradually passed by, and not long after the distant sunset fell into the horizon, the sky gradually darkened, and a small black spot appeared in the southeast. A Z-8A multi-purpose helicopter with military green paint, belonging to the Army Aviation Force, flew at an hourly rate of Flying at a cruising speed of two hundred kilometers.
"Buzz!"
The working sounds of propellers and turboshaft engines gradually grew louder and louder, blending into the huge roar of the ws-10c turbofan engine. The three turboshaft-6 aero engines steadily output a steady stream of power.
This military green helicopter made Jiang Xiaochun and Fang Yuyu even more excited.
"Comrade Air Force fighter pilot, according to orders from superiors, our aircraft was ordered to come to rescue the people. Thank you very much for your protection."
The main pilot of the Army Airlines, who controls the Z-8A with both hands and serves as the captain, switches to the dedicated encrypted communication channel. His face is solemn and solemn. His eyes are through the protective glass in front of the cockpit, observing the J-10D fighter jet hovering in the dark sky, and he is slightly surprised. , said righteously.
Is this a J-10?
Does the Air Force still have J-10s with gray split paint?
"Comrade Army Aviation Helicopter Pilot, our aircraft has completed its mission and is now handing over to protection work. Please protect the people. Goodbye."
Zhou Hai touched the sharp eye with his left hand and switched to the electronic synthesized sound mode to avoid exposing the voiceprint data. He returned the favor to the Lu Hang Zhi-8a helicopter that was flying slowly like a snail. He pulled the lever with his right hand and pushed up the throttle with his left hand.
"boom!"
The next second, the sound of the turbofan engine suddenly became louder. The J-10d, which had been circling steadily for 30 minutes, changed to a horizontally circling flight state. The canards and flaperons played their respective roles. Without any trace, they bid farewell to the grass three thousand meters below. The five people, like a sharp sword, pierced the darkening night sky.
The 30-minute temporary mission of protection was completed, and nearly half of the unfinished circumnavigation mission was waiting for him.
"goodbye."
Looking at the unfamiliar J-10 fighter jet flying away quickly, the main pilot of the helicopter showed a trace of envy in his eyes, and couldn't help but whisper softly: "Fighter aircraft, what a lifelong regret."
The world of a pilot has its highs and lows.
Becoming a fighter pilot is undoubtedly the most desired existence for every talented person who has just entered the Air Force Aviation University.
It's a pity that his grades were not good at the beginning and his talent was limited. After graduating from Kongda University, he was assigned to Army Airlines, which even Hainan Airlines looked down upon.
In the army aviation, you can only fly slower transport helicopters, not the armed helicopters at the top of the army aviation food chain.
"have they gone?"
Jiang Xiaochun noticed the movement of the fighter jets above his head, and his heartstrings were twitched. He stood up again, stood tall, and waved goodbye.
…
It's getting dark.
After more than a minute of high-speed climb, the J-10d returned to the top of the stratosphere at an altitude of 12,000 meters, flew along the predetermined route at the standard cruising speed of Mach 8, and created a silky white trail cloud at the end.
"Reporting to the command center, No. 012 has completed the temporary mission. The five people are safe and handed over to the Army Aviation Force. They have now returned to the mission route. The remaining fuel on board is 30% and the aircraft is in good condition." Zhou Hai looked up and gradually revealed Watch the truly brilliant starry sky, enjoy the beautiful scenery, check the flight parameters of the aircraft, and report the situation to the command center.
The female operator who was staying in front of the operating console recorded the relevant information reported by Zhou Hai, and then responded: "The command center received it, a good job, Zero, rescued five people in a timely manner, I will give you a five-star praise."
"Is there only five-star reviews? I thought there would be a third-class award or something." Zhou Hai laughed and shook his head. He took out the last half of the uneaten chocolate with his left hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and joked.
"..."
The young female operator rolled her eyes when she heard this.
Do you think third-class merit is so worthless?
I worked for three full years before I achieved a third-class merit award!
"Command center, why aren't you talking?" Zhou Hai said with a smile after finishing the chocolate.
"No small talk during the mission."
The female operator spoke calmly and indifferently.
