The fog was getting worse at this time, and the dazzling red light of the landing navigation light a hundred meters away turned into a small ball of lavender, faintly visible in the fog.
Zhou Zhihan took off in a light bomber. In order to prevent the bombardier and machine gunner from being exhausted too quickly, the fighter plane flew below an altitude of three thousand meters.
When we were still 70 to 80 kilometers away from the Kunlun Mountains, the cross wind that suddenly blew inexplicably increased and became stronger and stronger. Every time the wings or fuselage flapped, the three people sitting in the cabin could clearly feel it. The fighter plane seemed to have been suddenly pushed by some monster, and it showed signs of losing control. Whenever this happened, Zhou Zhihan would instantly determine where it was coming from based on the thrust of the crosswind, and quickly make a just right push in the direction. , push the rod, pull the rod or pedal the rudder to minimize the impact of cross wind on the fighter aircraft.
The machine gunner and the bombardier had never had the experience of flying over the Kunlun Mountains in heavy fog at night. At this time, the two of them were sitting in the bumpy cabin, their lips turning white.
More than an hour ago, when Zhou Zhihan led the fleet back home, most of the crew members were secretly happy. There were also some new-born calves who were not afraid of tigers, including these two, who thought that the chief instructor of the Air Force was a little too cautious. ,What kind of?
That moment and this moment.
Now, the two crew members felt the danger of flying over the Kunlun Mountains at night in heavy fog.
Even with system navigation, Zhou Zhihan did not dare to rely on it. When he was still twenty or thirty kilometers away from the Kunlun Mountains, he raised the altitude of the fighter plane to four thousand meters. On the way up, the turbulence of the fighter plane intensified, and there were occasional glitches. Like a demon, Hengfeng slapped the fuselage with his palms, making a heart-racing "bang bang" sound.
As the fighter plane pulled up, the temperature dropped suddenly, the oxygen began to become thinner, and the three people's breathing became labored.
About ten kilometers away from the Kunlun Mountains, the heavy fog in the sky suddenly became strange, with clusters in the east and west suspended in the air.
Whenever the plane entered the fog, the bombardiers and machine gunners would see pitch black in front of them. After jolting in fear for a while, the plane suddenly rushed out of the fog, and their eyes suddenly saw the endless black mountains below the fuselage. When it came up, like a monster with its mouth open, they were so frightened that they quickly leaned back, and when they looked up, they could occasionally see the stars in the sky.
This... is so amazing... this is so exciting...
Kunlun Mountain has always been mysterious in the hearts of the Chinese people. This scene made the two crew members even more frightened and frightened. While sweating continuously on their backs, they were also completely conquered by Zhou Zhihan's calmness.
The chief instructor of the Chinese Air Force was too stable. His firm demeanor could be seen in the darkness, especially his calm and unhurried determination, which greatly comforted the two crew members.
Who knows the next moment Zhou Zhihan took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it, loosened his grip on the joystick, and rubbed it on his thigh: "Everyone, sit still, there are still five or six kilometers left, we will enter Above the Kunlun Mountains, for safety's sake, we have to increase the altitude, and prepare oxygen bags now."
Seeing the chief instructor of the Air Force wiping sweat from his palms, the two crew members immediately closed their lips and quickly took out their oxygen bags as backup. Then they each checked the safety ropes again and tied themselves securely.
When flying in the Kunlun Mountains at such a dark night, if something happens to the plane, don’t forget to parachute.
There is no way to survive skydiving.
Even if the parachute is successful, people will not survive the dawn on the cold and desolate Kunlun Mountains. During this period, they will either be scared to death or eaten by wild animals. It is better to follow the plane and get rid of it.
The fighter plane climbed to an altitude of 4,500 meters.
At this time, both the machine gunner and the bombardier felt as if their mouths and noses were covered with a layer of semi-permeable glass tape. Every breath felt like they had been held underwater for half a minute, and then inhaled hard after surfacing.
The two crew members quickly used the oxygen bags. After a few greedy breaths, the bombardier asked: "Sir! Can I help you put on the oxygen mask?"
Zhou Zhihan shook his head. His lips were slightly white, but he could still insist: "No need for now, I will call you when needed."
The bombardier didn't say anything and just extended his thumb.
Just as the plane entered a thick fog, a sudden surge of turbulence came. The bomber bumped up and down in the airflow, swayed left and right, and the fuselage made a creaking sound. Nothing could be seen in the darkness, but everyone could feel something. A furious force was tearing at the bomber, trying to pull it into an endless abyss.
Zhou Zhihan's brows were sweating. He put the throttle in his left hand, the joystick in his right hand, and placed both feet on the left and right rudders. He tried his best to control the fighter plane that was affected by the airflow and cross wind.
The cross wind over the Kunlun Mountains is not scary. What is really scary is the gloomy and unknown chaotic airflow coming from nowhere.
The two crew members desperately hugged their seats as comfort, staring at the darkness outside with their eyes fixed on the darkness. Their hearts were boundless with fear. They silently prayed to all the gods and goddesses countless times.
Zhou Zhihan once flew over the Kunlun Mountains in heavy fog. Fortunately, he had system navigation that allowed him to avoid the towering Kunlun Mountains, which were like blades and could shatter a bomber into pieces. Even so, the increasingly fierce and strange cross winds and mysterious sudden The chaotic airflow that appeared made him secretly frightened, and he didn't know it even though his back was wet.
At this time, Zhou Zhihan regretted that he should not have forcefully taken off with his passion, crossed the Kunlun Mountains, and bombed the Japanese aircraft carrier in Qinzhou Bay.
Suddenly, the bomber trembled violently, and there was a burst of sound in the belly, as if it was bumped by a huge rock. The lights on the dashboard in the cabin suddenly dimmed and flickered, and the flight attitude of the aircraft was changed in an instant.
"I hit the top of the mountain... Mom..."
The machine gunner screamed in horror, thinking he was dead.
"ah……"
The bombardier closed his eyes directly, his facial features deformed due to fear. He subconsciously held his head with his hands, protected his chest with his elbows, and screamed loudly.
At the critical moment, Zhou Zhihan held the control stick steady, pushed the throttle all the way to increase the speed before the aircraft stalled and spined, and pushed the rudder fiercely. The bomber made an incredible small drift in the air, eliminating this strong airflow.
He knew that the plane did not hit the top of the mountain, but a stream of air rushed up from the bottom of the valley, which heavily supported the belly of the plane, creating the illusion of a collision.
This mid-air drift of the bomber made the gunner and bombardier think that the plane was out of control, and they screamed in despair.
Zhou Zhihan was panicked by the desperate shouts of the two people: "Stop howling, the Lord of Hell is not accepting anyone for the time being, and none of us will die."
"ah……"
The two stopped screaming in fear and opened their eyes. They saw that the lights on the instrument panel had returned to stability. Zhou Zhihan held the control stick firmly. Although the plane was bumpy, it did not stall and crash.
"Just now, a stream of air hit the bottom of the plane, making it feel like it hit the top of a mountain." Only then did Zhou Zhihan feel that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and the coldness stuck to his skin and made him feel uncomfortable. He turned to look at the bombardier, "You If the two of them keep shouting like this, it will make me uneasy, and I'm sure I will fall headlong."
The two of them patted their chests repeatedly to calm their racing hearts, put oxygen masks on their mouths and took deep breaths.
The bombardier sat behind Zhou Zhihan, feeling embarrassed and kept saying: "I'm scared to death...yes, yes...sir..."
In order to make the two of them relax, Zhou Zhihan looked at the bombardier: "Look at how promising you two are. You are less courageous than a hen. When you go back, why don't you find a few eggs so that you can hatch a clutch of chicks..."
"Hahaha..." The machine gunner behind laughed. He knew that the commander's kind teasing was to make them relax.
The bombardier's face that had just smiled suddenly fell back, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened into an O: "Ah... sir... I'm really going to get hit this time..."
At the same time, Zhou Zhihan's transparent helmet sounded a beeping alarm, and he quickly turned back to look ahead. At this time, the bomber rushed out of a thick fog, and his vision suddenly became clearer. Through the wet windshield, Zhou Zhihan noticed an endless black shadow not far away and pressed towards him.
That's a mountain!
Zhou Zhihan didn't hesitate at all. He pushed the throttle all the way and pulled the joystick backward with all his strength.
The bomber is like a horse rushing to the edge of a cliff. If it takes another step, it will fall into the abyss. Suddenly, the reins are tightened, and it suddenly stands up, neighing and raising its hooves, hooking its head back, and instantly changing its forward posture. , pulling up rapidly.
