From the outside of the bottom of the three peaks, three broad green waves were seen rushing towards the middle. Before the waves came, the leaves at the bottom of the valley shook violently, like a tsunami or hurricane.
Zhou Zhihan reacted like lightning. It was too late to pull up now, because the dive flaps had already been opened to catch the wind and slow down. At this time, suddenly pulling up in the reverse direction was a wrong and dangerous operation, which would most likely cause damage to the wings and cause the fighter to lose control.
Sharpening the knife will not make you a chopping wood.
The flaps must be turned off and the bombs must be thrown away to reduce weight in order to increase the climb speed.
Zhou Zhihan quickly closed the dive flaps, accelerated the throttle, took a deep breath, and without distracting thoughts, adjusted the bombing position, slowly closed the flaps, and the fighter plane was three hundred meters away from the bridge.
bomb.
The fuselage trembled.
Press the lever, pull back slightly, and the No. 214 Night Battle Hurricane flips backwards 360 degrees and points the nose upward.
Change out.
Throttle all the way down.
The engine roared, the fuselage shook violently, and rushed upward, pressing Zhou Zhihan onto the seat.
"boom!"
The bomb exploded, producing a strong airflow, which pushed the fighter plane forward and increased its speed.
"Buzz!"
The sonic boom produced by the collision of several powerful airflows was more shocking than the explosion of a bomb.
Knowing that danger was behind him, Zhou Zhihan tilted his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the branches on the mountains on both sides below the fighter plane swinging wildly, like a wave of people in a football field, spinning and rushing upwards.
The three airflows collided, forming a hurricane-like wind tip that rotated and rose. This airflow was so powerful that it could destroy any foreign objects between the three peaks except mountain grass.
Fortunately, the shock wave from the explosion of the bomb just pushed the fighter upward, and the bomb was thrown away. The No. 214 Night Fighting Hurricane, whose fuel volume was reduced, increased very quickly.
Even so, Zhou Zhihan could still feel the rotating airflow behind him getting stronger and stronger, and he was getting closer and closer to the fighter plane.
To speak slowly, in fact, what just happened only lasted about ten seconds.
Zhou Zhihan raised his head, and suddenly, a cold air surged from deep in his heart.
At the critical moment, the crosswind on the mountainside appeared, like an army of thousands of horses, galloping up the branches and leaves on the mountainside, and came directly overhead.
Zhou Zhihan's heart suddenly went cold. He couldn't tell whether he could rush out before the cross wind reached his head.
If he couldn't rush out before the cross wind sealed his head, he would be buried here today. The powerful unknown airflow could tear the fighter plane into pieces and turn it into debris after hitting the mountain.
Zhou Zhihan saw from the corner of his eye that the leaf debris behind him was dancing wildly, and it had already caught up not far behind the tail of the plane.
If you look at it from a distance at this time, you can see that Night War Hurricane No. 214 is like a leaf, which may be swallowed up at any time under the impact of the unknown airflow at the bottom of the valley.
Turn on system afterburner to increase speed by 30%.
Night Fighting Hurricane No. 214 seemed to be full of chicken blood. The fuselage trembled and suddenly rushed forward, passing through the crosswind before it was about to seal the head. The residual power from the edge of the crosswind almost swept the tail of the fighter plane. It was extremely dangerous!
"Buzz!"
Even though Zhou Zhihan was sitting in the cockpit, his ears filled with the furious roar of the engine, he could still hear the shock wave produced when the two airflows collided behind him. Then, the two airflows collided to produce a terrifying "hissing" sound. sound.
The upward momentum of the unknown airflow stalled, and the crosswind was hit by the valley airflow and rolled upwards. It once again supported the fighter and suddenly jumped up.
500 meters,
400 meters,
300 meters,
Finally, the strong airflow at the bottom of the valley suppressed the crosswind on the mountainside. As he chased closer and closer, Zhou Zhihan could already see the scattered leaves flying behind and behind the tail of the fighter jet.
200 meters,
100 metres,
We are about to fly out of the peak.
50 meters,
There were still 10 meters away from the top of the mountain. Zhou Zhihan felt the fuselage shake, and the airflow hit the tail. Before the fighter was affected by the airflow and stalled, he pressed the stick with all his strength. The fighter rolled sideways, almost rolling away from the top of the mountain.
"Buzz!"
While Zhou Zhihan was rolling, he saw a strong air flow mixed with branches and broken leaves whistling upward.
The difference between life and death is just a hair.
The night battle hurricane No. 214 rolled over the top of the mountain, and was gradually less affected by the airflow.
At this moment, Zhou Zhihan was almost exhausted. He reluctantly pressed down on the stick and pulled out. The fighter plane flew level, gasping for air. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and his back was so cold that it was very uncomfortable.
Zhou Zhihan just wants to find a place to squat down and smoke a cigarette to calm down his shock. He is really worried that if this continues, one day his good luck will run out.
Maybe.
Only God knows if it was bad luck this time.
After coming for so long, the unknown air flow did not appear, but the bridge-exploding air flow did appear.
Maybe it's a mix of bad luck and good luck.
Zhou Zhihan let the fighter plane glide aimlessly in the air. He sat for a while and took a deep breath to calm down and regain his strength. Then he pressed the lever and returned to the original route.
After flying back to Guilin Airport, before landing, Zhou Zhirou had already led everyone to wait at the airport. War reports came from the front line. The bridge between Batang and Jiutang was blown up by a Chinese fighter jet with serial number 214.
Before the report of the bridge bombing came, Qiu Qingquan, the new commander of the 22nd Division, sent a special telegram to ask which brigade and who piloted the No. 214 fighter jet. It actually defeated the Japanese in one battle and beat the shit out of all the Japanese. *People are proud and proud.
After receiving the telegram, Zhou Zhiroule blossomed. The brothers in the Army complained every day that the Air Force did not contribute in the battle of Kunlun Mountain. Many people even complained to the principal, which put him under unprecedented pressure. This time all the pressure was released. , I feel that the sun in the sky is bright and bright, and my walk to the airport is much easier. I feel as if I am ten years younger.
After General Qiu Qingquan sent the telegram to the Air Force Headquarters, he immediately called his immediate boss, General Du Yuming, and repeated the battle situation of one Chinese fighter plane defeating six. After the latter hung up the phone, he quickly sent a telegram to Bai Chongxi. Minutes later, Principal Jiang also learned about the incident and personally called Zhou Zhirou, saying that he would reward the pilot who flew No. 214. When he heard that Zhou Zhihan was piloting No. 214 in the night battle with the hurricane, the principal praised Zhou Zhirou repeatedly and asked Zhou Zhirou to Reward Zhou Zhihan...
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As soon as Zhou Zhihan drove the plane into the hidden hangar and stopped, two ground crew members inserted sleepers under the three landing gears to secure them, and then took the ladder to help Zhou Zhihan get out of the cabin.
With a smile on her face, Zhou Zhirou stood by the ladder and stretched out her hand to support Zhou Zhihan who was walking down the ladder: "Zhihan, thank you for your hard work..."
Everyone applauded enthusiastically.
Returning to the airport command post, the previous depression in the room was gone, and everyone's expressions became much more relaxed.
Before dark, the reconnaissance plane sent a telegram. It found a team in the deep mountain canyon at the junction of Qitang and Batang. Judging from the location, the person who could appear at this location during this time period should be led by Major General Masao Nakamura. The 42nd Wing.
Zhou Zhirou held a cigarette between her fingers and cursed: "Masao Nakamura is so tenacious that he dared to enter deep mountains and canyons when it was about to get dark to avoid the bombing of our army. It is a pity that it was about to get dark at this time, otherwise bombers would have been sent out. Beat up the drowned dog."
Zhou Zhihan said: "Commander-in-Chief! You have forgotten that we now have a night battle hurricane. I request to take off and give this old dog Masao Nakamura a head-on blow."
Kunlun Pass!
In the deep mountain canyon at the junction of Qitang and Batang.
As soon as it got dark, Nakamura Masao ordered the troops to light a torch every ten meters and accelerate forward. At this time, no Chinese Air Force bombers would come to obstruct them.
So in the pitch-black mountains, a procession of torches appeared, flickering in and out like a wandering dragon, moving forward slowly and silently.
From time to time, there were a few dull gunshots in the team. It was the seriously injured soldier who took out his gun and committed suicide in order not to drag down the team and to relieve the pain of the wound caused by the difficulty of walking.
Along with the dull gunshots, the screams of soldiers accidentally falling off the cliff were heard one after another.
Even so, Masao Nakamura, who boasted a will as tough as a steel sword, still commanded the troops to move forward without any hesitation or pause.
The reason why Nakamura Masao chose to march on the mountain road at night was because he believed that no Chinese bombers would come to harass him at night. However, he did not know that just when it got dark, a night fighter Hurricane took off from the Guilin Airport in China and was about to give his coalition forces The team brought disaster.
