split sky ride

Chapter 11 - Come Out, My Fire Hand

The tragic scene in front of him made Chekov curse on the spot.

Just now, a fire extinguisher cylinder flew past his forehead, and almost went with him.

This is fate, either it comes early or it comes late. If you want to eat in this profession, you have to have this awareness, and you have no choice.

Two MiG-28s and a pilot died before they left the battle, but the battle did not end. Fortunately, the second batch of A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft due to late arrival One step, lucky enough to escape unharmed.

Squadron leader Chekov not only lost his MiG wingman, but also lost the fire controller of the turboprop.

No one would put their hands together again, and motherly advised this big bear to smoke less, drink less, and have a regular life and rest.

Even pilots cannot escape the fate of being a tool man. They must be able to fly jets and manipulate turboprops. One specialty and many abilities are necessary skills. Military contractors can let the jet fighters at the bottom of the box idle, But it will not let the pilots be idle for a long time. After all, good pilots need to accumulate hours and have a certain period of flight training to maintain the state. Otherwise, the performance may not be much better than those rookies.

The "Big Mouth Monster" is to some extent equivalent to an advanced trainer aircraft, which is used to maintain the right feel, and the layout of the cockpit is similar to that of the MiG-28, which is also a NATO standard.

This is why the 911 aircrew base chose two OEM fake MiGs instead of the same cheap real MiGs. At least when switching operating habits and data link docking, there is no need to worry about different standards and specifications, and they can be easily assembled. Very cost-effective high and low configuration.

The golden dragon that broke into the operation area of ​​the 911 air base and fired dragon thorns tens of kilometers away is not as uninhabited. At least four fighter jets are entangled with this crazy killing dragon. They come from other Air base, all the way to kill here.

Although the apron was in a mess, full of wreckage of MiG-28 and ground crew, flames scattered everywhere, and choking smoke billowed up, it did not affect the vortex of the five "big mouth monsters" of the second echelon. The paddle machine took an unusual path and went directly through the grass, entering the takeoff and landing runway from near the tarmac.

Even if this 1500-meter-long main runway is destroyed, the neatly manicured lawn on the side can also be used for temporary emergency takeoff and landing. Aircraft that use propellers as propulsion methods are often not picky about the requirements for takeoff and landing environments.

Moments later, the A-911B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft of the 39 Air Base took off in formation one after another, and rushed straight to the airspace where the battle was in full swing.

The criss-crossing aircraft cannon tracer trajectory and the huge fireball of the missile explosion became more than a little intense in an instant.

"Eat my sword (power and glory)..."

Chekov, the silly bear who got stuck just after shouting, was so angry that he jumped on the ground. Before he had time to finish his rhetoric, he found that he was actually pulled down, leaving only a bare-handed major, which is simply unreasonable!

The pilot of the jet wingman and the fire controller of the turboprop has just been really fired, and his white brains are still bubbling outside. He is dying, and there is definitely no way to get up and fight side by side.

On the take-off section of the runway, there was only one lone "big-mouth monster" left, with nowhere to say desolate words, only a thousand lines of tears.

The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft is a two-seater model, and Chekov alone is useless!
Even if one person can fly a plane to fight, it is still not as smooth as two people working together.

On the battlefield, the outcome is often determined by one move, life and death are determined in seconds, and dancing with the god of death is only a fraction of a millimeter away. The latter has an advantage in capturing the best attack opportunity during high-speed maneuvering.

Turboprop fighter jets have a smaller turning radius than jet fighters, and at low altitudes and low speeds, their maneuvering posture is more flexible. Even against the dragon clan known as the lord of the sky, they are not invincible.

After the five A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft took off, the entire 911 air base immediately sounded a bleak air defense siren.

The fierce air battle has spread to the air crew base on the high ground. The ground crew units that have completed most of the tasks have begun to retreat and enter the safe shelter to avoid unnecessary casualties. After all, the pension is also a huge sum of money. .

Finding that the new rookie was still at a loss with the heavy technical manual, the mechanic Xiao Ming quickly shouted at him: "Chen Fei, don't stand there stupidly, follow me to the air-raid shelter."

The bullet has no eyes, it hurts when rubbed, and dies when touched. In the eyes of the dragon, human beings are no different from ants.

Especially in the dictionary of gold-type giant dragons, there is no compassion or kindness at all, and the worst is cruelty.

No one can guarantee whether the entire aircrew base will exist in the future. Maybe the golden dragon will hit a few lazy donkeys casually, and all the buildings on the surface will be turned into ruins.

As long as the people are there, the base is still there.

The people are gone, and the base is gone.

The loss of equipment and materials is nothing more than some money. For the big guys who can contract military bases, it must not be short of money. 911 is just one of them.

"I'll be right there!"

Chen Fei was not willing to put down the technical manual in his hand, and looked at the BCDEFG around him, looking for a small cart to take them all away.

At this time, the captain of Chekov, the big bear, returned to the hangar again, not knowing what he was looking for.

There are only two or three kittens left among the staff in the hangar, and most of them have already evacuated, completely ignoring the things left behind.

"Who else?!!"

This guy yelled at first, then his eyes fell on Chen Fei for a second, he immediately grinned, took big strides that his relatives didn't recognize, and rushed over laughing all the way.

"Boy (zēi), it's you."

"Chekov, what are you doing?"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Ming was shocked and angry. This Slavic barbarian clearly has bad intentions.

"..."

The little boy Chen Fei looked bewildered, and was caught off guard by the squadron leader of the combat flight squadron of the 911 air base, who grabbed his neck and dragged him away on the spot.

The bear paws like a cattail fan grabbed it squarely, just like carrying a chicken cub.

"Put him down, Chekov, come back to me!"

Xiao Ming chased after him angrily.

If he just watched like this and let the bear snatch away his people, how would he lead the team in the future?
I really don't know how the big bear, which weighs almost [-] catties, can run so fast. He swung Chen Fei on his shoulder and disappeared in two or three strokes.

It is the air force that flies the fastest in the sky, and it is the air force that runs the fastest on the ground. The ancients did not deceive me.

When Xiao Ji arrived at the take-off section of the runway, the only remaining A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft had turned its blades and made a loud roar, and he could no longer approach it.

When the "kidnapped" Chen Fei finally came to his senses, he was horrified to find that he had somehow been stuffed into the cockpit, tied to the seat with a seat belt on his body, and when he touched his head, he was still alive. Buckle a helmet.

Where am i?

What am I going to do?
Hey, I'm going down, this is not the plane to kindergarten!

The hideous old driver in the front seat just pushed on the canopy hard, pulled it out from his crotch, threw it behind him, then turned his head and laughed wildly and said, "Harashaw, have a bite, Major Chekov will show you how to pretend, Take you to fly!"

He casually rushed over to the mechanic who was one step behind and gave a Patton-style military salute to the mechanic who was chasing after him outside, goodbye!
Frantically catching the Blue Star Erguotou wine bottle, which smelled both of hair and niúzi, Chen Fei was at a loss. Could this be the legendary real masturbation cup or the urine bottle?
Ah this!This caliber...is suspicious!

Σ(°△°|||)︴Chen Fei: Dangerous! ~
Damn, this stinky bear is not a good person!
Can you swear?

"Chekov, you bastard, you're going to die, fuck you..."

Jumping and jumping on the ground, Xiao Ming's voice was quickly drowned out by the roar of the "big-mouth monster". Chekov, who controlled the "big-mouth monster" to start accelerating, let out a strange laugh like howling.
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(End of this chapter)