As time passed, the scorching sun rose to its highest point.
Soaring in the blue sky at an altitude of 12,000 meters, you are surrounded by dreamlike and boundless beauty.
The two war eagles flew steadily along the predetermined route, patrolling the sky, overlooking the prosperous and beautiful mountainous areas of northern Sichuan Province, just like eagles patrolling their own territory.
Unknowingly, two hours gradually passed by, and the memorial team performing combat readiness patrol mission did not encounter any unexpected incidents or emergencies.
Passenger plane malfunction?
No.
Encountered high-altitude turbulence?
No.
Performing a top-secret air support mission?
Even less.
There weren't that many things going on. Everything was calm, ordinary, and extremely normal.
Two hours later, today's flight patrol mission was completed, and the entire small memorial ceremony came to an end. Su Peng, the team commander, looked at the parameters of the remaining fuel on board, and then issued the order to turn around and return: "Zero, Turn around and return.”
With a keen eye, the remaining fuel on board was only 20%, which was close to the minimum safe fuel limit.
The entire flight patrol covers an area of about 30,000 square kilometers, mainly focusing on the mountainous areas in the north, the plains in the south and the southwest super city Chengcheng, and does not need to be responsible at all.
This patrol is, firstly, to pay homage, and secondly, to increase qualifications and flight experience. As for safety, no unidentified fighter jet has been able to fly to the hinterland of the southwest.
"Zero received, confirm the order." Zhou Hai responded immediately.
Pull the lever and step on the rudder.
In an instant, as the return order was issued, No. 009 J-10d and No. 012 J-10d, maintaining a safe distance at an altitude of 100 meters, drew a beautiful arc with tacit understanding, turned together, and quickly turned around, showing their excellent performance like agile swifts. With its mobility, it headed directly for the Pengcheng base a hundred kilometers away.
As the ultimate improved version of all-round optimization, the maneuverability and comprehensive flight performance of the J-10d in the extreme environment at an altitude of 12,000 meters are still far superior to the three-and-a-half-generation J-10c and Su-11b currently in service.
The aerodynamic layout of the fuselage surface was changed. After the U-turn, the two War Eagles, shrouded in sunlight, maintained cruising flight at an economical speed of Mach 08.
"Zero, let me ask you a question." Su Peng, who was controlling the fighter plane, glanced at No. 012, who was following him a hundred meters away on the right, and said.
Zhou Hai was slightly curious: "What's the problem?"
"What would you do if you faced an incoming enemy plane and were out of ammunition and food and without support?" Su Peng asked.
Zhou Hai had a smile on his face and his eyes gradually deepened: "It depends on the situation. Anyway, I won't become the first captured pilot in the history of the Air Force."
The words were soft and calm, as if they were telling a real fact.
Since the establishment of the Chinese Air Force on November 11, 1949, there has never been a precedent for a pilot to be captured. There is no 'first'.
If you are facing an enemy attack and you are out of ammunition and food and have no support, the answer to this question depends on the situation. You can fly a fighter plane into the enemy plane, you can eject to escape according to the regulations, and you can try to survive by relying on the military skills you have mastered, and finally escape. Come back, but never be captured by the enemy.
Regardless of others, Zhou Hai did not want to break through the history of the Air Force and become the first captured pilot.
"You guy, you are so artistic, I thought you would say you would die for your country or something like that."
Su Peng was stunned for two seconds after hearing this, and then he recalled the meaning of Zhou Hai's words. He was slightly helpless, and a touch of fun appeared in his words: "Don't worry, this question is not a small assessment of the organization, it is just a simple question. I am thinking about what to do in the future. Faced with the same situation, before he is about to die, should he say some touching words, strike a handsome pose, and finally become a hero recorded in the "History of the Air Force", which is both tragic and great."
"..."
Zhou Hai was speechless.
This question is quite delicate.
We are about to return to the base. What kind of trouble will we have if we talk about sacrifices and air force history on the way?
Glancing to the left, staring at Su Peng, whose head was shining like a Buddha in the drop-shaped cockpit, Zhou Hai sighed: "Overlord, a friendly reminder, according to the intensity of modern air combat, if you cannot escape in time, you should have no chance to say anything. With the last words and posture, there is a small chance that the whole body can be preserved.”
In high-intensity modern air combat, life and death only take a moment. If you are hit by a less powerful air-to-air missile, you still have a chance to eject and escape. If you are hit by a long-range anti-aircraft missile, you are lucky to be able to leave a whole body.
Generally speaking, being shattered into pieces is normal.
"Zero, can't you be more artistic when answering this question?" The great and tragic Su Peng, who was thinking about his own sacrifice, was speechless.
"Overlord, I think it's quite artistic. Don't worry, I will definitely visit you every year, send flowers to your grave, and clean the grass on the grave." Zhou Hai smiled.
"..."
Su Peng rolled his eyes and didn't want to speak, but suddenly, he felt a faint and familiar feeling in his stomach. His expression changed, and he quickly stepped up his legs and said, "Zero, I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my stomach."
Feel.
This is the feeling coming from the butt, very familiar.
There was a feeling of fullness in the abdomen, and at the same time, waves of fullness hit the buttocks one after another like waves. The feeling grew from weak to strong, and was transmitted to the brain through sensitive neuron endings.
"Uh... Overlord, how's the situation? Can you hold it in? Do you want to speed up?"
Hearing this sudden accident, Zhou Hai had a strange look on his face and immediately asked: "According to the current speed, it will take 7 minutes to return."
I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, whether it's a big thing or a small thing.
In the worst case, it affects combat effectiveness and physical health; in the worst case, it causes loss of face.
"No, I can still hold it in! It should be fine!"
Su Peng frowned slightly and said through gritted teeth, "It's only seven minutes, that's all."
hold back.
Try to hold it in.
Zhou Hai suppressed the laughter in his heart, forced a serious face, and reminded: "Ahem, Overlord, if you really can't hold it in, you can pull the crotch of your pants. Anyway, I have seen it many times. Don't let this affect your landing." In terms of operation and judgment, pulling one's crotch is small, but a fighter jet is big."
Can't laugh!
Never laugh!
This is a very serious moment and must be serious. Zhou Hai, who has received professional training, can easily restrain his inner smile.
"Get out! You will temporarily serve as the commander of the memorial team. Report to your superiors immediately. I feel a little uncomfortable now."
Su Peng suddenly felt an extremely strong impact. His pupils shrank suddenly, his body trembled slightly, his back straightened involuntarily, and he gritted his teeth. He issued a series of instructions and handed over the command as quickly as possible without saying a word. His eyes were fixed on the rapidly decaying course distance parameters of his sharp-eyed head sight.
The Japanese ancestors are just stupid, so what if they pull their pants in the hospital? What does it mean if they pull their pants in a fighter jet in the sky?
Must endure!
ps: Make up for yesterday’s third update.
