Lift is the core reason why fighter jets can soar in the sky.
The high lift generated by the aerodynamic layout of the central lifting body is the reason why the No. 578 J-15 'Flying Shark', which weighs more than ten tons, can continue to fly.
Streams of high-speed dense airflow are as sharp as knives, blowing on the smooth light gray fuselage. The left and right swept main wings separate the airflow, creating a pressure difference and providing the fuselage with a steady stream of magical invisible energy - lift. .
The double-slotted lift-increasing flap and aileron aerodynamic control surface system, plus two huge vertical and horizontal tails as sharp as sharp knives on the back of the fuselage, are further optimized to increase the lift coefficient and maintain the stability of the longitudinal and transverse axes of the fuselage. sex.
Stablize!
The entire No. 578 J-15 'Flying Shark', which is under unmanned control, has a stable and normal flight attitude. It is carrying an unstoppable momentum and slowly moves forward along the beautiful flight path towards the end of its life, pointing directly at the sparkling waves in front of it. Swimming pool, preparing to take the last flight in life to meet death.
flight!
Unyielding and proud!
No fear of death!
Only because of the noble Shen Hoy bloodline, only because of the aerodynamic layout of the central lifting body, and only because of the precise structure that it is most proud of.
"Buzz!"
The roar of the S-10A 'Taihang' turbofan engine is peaceful and stable, and has become the main theme of the Qingcheng base.
In other words, it was the only voice.
The altitude is 120 meters and the speed is 239 kilometers per hour, showing a slow decreasing trend.
The S-10A Taihang, which is in a working combustion state, has changed from the maximum thrust mode a few seconds ago to an idle state due to a significant reduction in aviation fuel supply, and no longer provides power output to the airframe.
However, this is not important.
The inertial energy contained within the fuselage is enough to support it across the last insignificant distance without the need for power support from a turbofan engine.
The hundreds of kilograms of aviation fuel stored in the fuselage can make it bloom the most brilliant and colorful fireworks in its life when it falls into the arms of death.
The sun shines brightly in the distance, and dense air currents are chaotic and disorderly flying around.
In the base, everyone was looking at the No. 578 J-15 'Flying Shark' that suddenly resumed its flying posture and slowly fell.
One second passed, and the light gray war eagle, which was slowly decelerating as it consumed inertial power, quickly shortened the distance and height between it and the swimming pool.
The distance was reduced to 318 meters, and the height was reduced to 99 meters.
"Click!"
At the same time, Zhou Hai, whose upper body was naked and bathed in the sun, paid no attention to the bewildered and confused base guards. His face was calm and natural, and his hands were holding a brand-new 95-1 that smelled of gun oil. Type automatic rifle, turn on the safety switch, and load the bullet.
The situation was urgent and time was precious. Zhou Hai did not explain much, even though he knew deeply that the Qingcheng base soldier whose gun he had taken away would most likely be placed in solitary confinement and write a self-criticism.
Of course, the prerequisite for confinement and self-criticism is that you can survive.
As the 5.8 mm steel core bullet stored in the black engineering plastic magazine entered the gun chamber, the entire 95-1 automatic rifle was activated, woke up from its sleep, and transformed into the most lethal killing state.
Firearms are only made for killing!
Su Peng's eyes were blood red and he shouted: "Zhou... Ling, run!"
"Zero, obey the order and run away!!!" Seeing Zhou Hai's standard preparations for grabbing the gun and quickly loading it, Dai Minmeng, who had already run five or six meters away, was going crazy, his eyes were blood red, and he was extremely anxious. , couldn't help roaring loudly.
run!
Run!
For Zhou Hai who disobeyed orders, Dai Minmeng, as the supreme commander of the training, had the idea deep down in his heart that he wanted to give him a failure on the spot. No, he wanted to take out his gun and point it directly at this guy. head on.
crazy!
Dai Minmeng is really going crazy.
Changing the direction of retreat, he grabbed the rifle from the base guard, opened the safety and loaded the gun. How could Dai Minmeng not know the thoughts of this training pilot? This was to use artificial means to interfere with the high-speed attack of No. 578 in the sky. J-15 fighter jet.
To put it simply - masturbating with a rifle.
Yes, that's right, if you shoot the No. 578 J-15 fighter jet with a 95-1 automatic rifle and attack the weak parts, it is possible to damage or even shoot down the fighter jet, thereby saving most people in the swimming pool.
This idea looks good, but it is as unrealistic as a fantasy and only exists in theory.
Masturbating with a rifle, is this the case?
have.
Whether it was the anti-Japanese battlefield in North China 80 years ago or the intense battlefield in Vietnam 60 years ago, there were situations where rifles shot down planes.
But the former targets slow propeller fighters with weak protection, while the latter targets low-flying helicopters.
And what about this training ground zero?
Prepare to use the 95-1 automatic rifle, which is a light weapon, to shoot the third-generation semi-heavy carrier aircraft that weighs more than ten tons and is moving at high speed!
Masturbating with a rifle, or a fighter jet, as long as a normal person, no, even a three-year-old child would not do it, or even think about it.
Although fighter jets are fragile and can be said to be typical representatives of thin skin and lots of stuff, they are limited to various missiles with extremely high lethality effects.
A 5.8mm caliber bullet is like scratching an itch when hitting the fuselage, and has little killing effect unless it hits the most vulnerable part of the fuselage.
Rifle masturbation?
In Dai Minmeng's eyes, Zhou Hai's actions were tantamount to death!
He didn't pay attention to Dai Minmeng's anxious roar, nor did he pay attention to the worried and anxious Su Peng. After loading the bullet, Zhou Hai looked calm and his mind was extremely calm. He stood motionless on the spot, his posture as majestic as a towering mountain, and his momentum. Awe-inspiring, he suddenly raised the dark and cold barrel of the gun and pointed it at the blue sky.
A pair of bright eyes that looked like burning flames stared at the light gray war eagle flying slowly in front of them - No. 578 J-15 'Flying Shark'.
Calm and collected.
Inner peace.
Mount Tai collapses in front but remains unchanged; elk rises to the left but does not blink.
In an instant, everything in the world and all the people who were retreating at a rapid speed suddenly disappeared, leaving only Zhou Hai and No. 578 J-15 in the whole world.
At this time, Zhou Hai stared at No. 578, who was wrapped in flames and was about to end his life.
At this moment, No. 578 seemed to be alive, possessing a soul and consciousness, staring at the seemingly small but extremely tall Zhou Hai.
One person and one machine, looking at each other.
This is the look between Tianjiao and War Eagle.
Pride and nobility.
Calm and unyielding.
There is something inexplicable and profound in the air.
Time seemed to stand still, as if a year had passed, and as if a thousandth of a second had just passed. Zhou Hai, standing in the swimming pool, and No. 578, soaring in the blue sky, each saw what they wanted.
"Feel sorry."
Zhou Hai's words were soft and calm, and he offered an apology. His eyes were like torches and his brows were like swords. He had already locked onto the right-side pouring square air inlet on the lower side of the belly of No. 578.
PS: I had three climaxes in a row, but tonight one of my relatives and a child came over to my computer and lost hundreds of thousands of words of original manuscripts and the latest 8,000 saved manuscripts. Now I am in autistic state. I just stayed up late to write now. There will be more during the day tomorrow.
