Chapter 562 This is the British Air Force! (Ask for monthly ticket) (Page 1/1)
"The baker received it."
Rosal, who served as the wingman of the two-plane formation, immediately responded and piloted the Jade Bird fighter plane to slide out of the No. 2 parking space, followed the Qingjiao fighter aircraft, and gradually headed towards the main runway of the base.
When performing aerial missions, there is no need to address each other by job title, just call both parties by their codenames normally.
Not far away, in the open space area between the apron and the base building, a team of three flight instructors and all trainee pilots, including Major General Bavino and a group of Albanian flight officers, all maintained military postures, and their eyes were focused on the two powerful War Eagles. On the body.
"salute!"
Major General Bavino's solemn and exciting shouts resounded throughout the team.
"Uh-huh!"
Everyone subconsciously raised their right hands in order to salute the two war eagles.
Today is an important moment for the decadent Argentine Air Force - the first pilot from the motherland who has passed various assessments and strict screenings has obtained the qualification to fly solo and will soon take off in the powerful Blue Bird fighter jet and soar in the Argentine sky. .
Worth remembering!
Worth remembering!
In the cockpit of the Blue Bird, Rosal, an Argentine Eagle, had red eyes, trying to force himself to stay calm, and quickly returned the greeting with his right hand.
For him, the Argentine Air Force will surely rise and regain its original glory.
"Baker, I will take you first, five seconds apart. From now on, you must master the two-plane formation takeoff technique." Zhou Hai's calm prompt came from the encrypted communication channel.
Rosal immediately responded: "The baker got it."
After obtaining the ground parameters and take-off permission from the base tower, Zhou Hai, piloting the Qingjiao fighter, taxied onto the main runway of the base first.
The high-pitched roar of the engine spreads all around, and it is in the middle thrust state, supplying a steady stream of surging power.
After accelerating and gliding for more than 300 meters, the Qingjiao fighter, which was in normal air control and mounted state, reached the critical point of taking off, raised its nose like a textbook, and faced the blue sky.
The Bluebird followed closely behind, deflecting its canards, gliding close to 400 meters, raising its nose and taking off. An excellent flying experience and flight overload enveloped Rosal.
"Baker, this is the lead aircraft. It has climbed to an altitude of 12,000 meters. The route and training area data have been transmitted."
Zhou Hai skillfully controlled the Qingjiao fighter, ignoring the influence of flight overload. He kept the lever in a high-elevation-angle climb state, transmitted data through the airborne export comprehensive data link, and gave orders to Rosal as the captain.
Rosal's reply came over the radio: "The baker got it."
The flight process adopts the high-low-high mode, the route is southeast, and the location of the training area is 200 kilometers away from the Port of San Julian, 700 kilometers away from the Fat Air Force Base, and about 430 kilometers away from the Falklands.
This position, after the four British Air Force Typhoon fighter jets at the Falklands Air Force Base switched defenses, has become a restricted area for the Argentine Air Force.
There is no way, not to mention the inherent disadvantages of propeller attack aircraft. The Pukara, with a combat radius of only 350 kilometers, is a super short-legged type and can be called an 'airport defender'. It cannot defeat the third-and-a-half-generation Typhoon.
350 kilometers, how to travel?
Climb!
Climb at high speed!
The green dragons and blue birds painted with the Alfang Air Force pattern are like extremely sharp arrows, fearless of the dazzling sunlight, tearing apart the invisible and rapid cold wind, and piercing the endless blue sky above the head.
Tens of seconds later, the two War Eagles climbed to an altitude of 12,000 meters where the air was thin. Due to their own load problems, their maneuverability and overall flight performance dropped by one-third, and they leveled off in a relatively slow manner.
"How are you feeling, baker?"
Zhou Hai held the pole in his right hand, admiring the blue halo at the edge of the distant sky, and asked as usual.
Thousands of meters high in the sky, always blue, this is a picture that I never tire of looking at.
In the encrypted radio channel, Rosal's emotional reply came immediately: "Zero, it feels great. This is my first time to be at an altitude of 12,000 meters. It is so beautiful. The experience of driving the Bluebird alone is very special. Yes, I was very nervous in the early days, but now it’s much better.”
"Baker, you need to adapt to flying alone slowly. If you feel any discomfort, please report it immediately. The speed is now increased to 840 kilometers per hour. After arriving at the target area, close combat training will begin." Zhou Hai said seriously.
Scenery is scenery, but he has not forgotten the content of this aerial mission-teaching skills!
For this Afghan pilot with excellent performance and good conduct, Zhou Hai is willing to help the other party improve his strength and speed up the integration without violating the confidentiality regulations.
As for the confidential content involving our own, I'm sorry, I won't reveal even half of it.
"The baker received it."
There was a hint of expectation in his voice.
Accompanied by the roar of engines that filled the sky, without the constraints of dense air, Qingjiao and Qingniao sailed faster and faster, reaching the standard cruising speed of 840 kilometers per hour, dragging a white trail cloud like silk and satin, following the planned route. Pointing straight to the east.
Soon, the two war eagles left the barren desert, passed over the bustling Commodore City, and reached the coastline across a distance of 500 kilometers. Without stopping at all, they plunged into the vast blue sea.
Along the way, Rosal, who was flying solo for the first time, gradually adapted and became familiar with it. He became more and more proficient with the Blue Bird, whose comprehensive combat power reached the third and a half level, and was in the stage of mastering basic flying skills.
"Baker, lower the altitude and speed, and prepare to start close combat training at 7,000 meters. The two sides will first open a distance of 10 kilometers at a horizontal altitude, and then engage in free combat. The only rule is that no angle hedging is prohibited, and the fire control radar is locked for three seconds. Win, any doubt?”
Above the blue high seas, in the Qingjiao cockpit, Zhou Hai looked at the prompts given by the multi-function display on the left and asked through the encrypted radio channel.
"Zero, no, but this location is very close to the Falklands. Will we be obstructed by the British Air Force?"
Rosal, who was looking at the sea area below, suddenly came back to his senses. He felt a little lack of confidence. He recalled in his mind the experience of flying an A-4AR 'Fighting Skyhawk' and encountering a Typhoon fighter jet.
When he arrived at the training area, Rosal, who was immersed in the Bluebird's excellent flying experience, remembered the problem.
Things are going big!
Going to this position to start close combat training, isn't this a slap in the face to the British army on the Falklands?
Of course, as the Argentine Eagle, Rosal found this slap in the face very satisfying.
But after all, we must consider the reality. They are equipped with the famous Typhoon fighter jets!
God, this is a typhoon, no joke!
"Baker, don't worry, get ready to start training. I'll leave you on my left and pull away from each other." Zhou Hai shook his head slightly and ordered.
"This is the British Air Force, two unidentified aircraft. You have entered the sky above our Falk Islands Fishery Reserve. Please indicate the purpose of the flight and your identity immediately."
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