Chapter 11 - Come out, my fire control hand
The tragic scene in front of him made Chekov curse on the spot.
Just now, a fire extinguisher cylinder flew past my forehead and almost went with it.
This is fate. Either you come early or you come late. If you want to make a living in this industry, you must have this consciousness. You have no choice.
Two MiG-28s and one pilot died before taking off, but the battle was not over. Fortunately, the second batch of A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprops The attack aircraft was lucky enough to escape because it arrived a step too late.
Squadron leader Chekov not only lost his MiG wingman, but also lost the fire controller of the turboprop aircraft.
No one knows how to put their hands together anymore, so the mother-in-law advised this big bear to smoke less, drink less, and have a regular life schedule.
Even a pilot cannot escape the fate of being a tool man. He must be able to fly jets and play with turboprops. One specialization and multiple abilities are essential skills. Military contractors can make the bottom of the box Jet fighters are idle, but they will not let pilots be idle for a long time. After all, good pilots need to accumulate hours and have to have a certain amount of flight training to maintain their condition. Otherwise, if they take off in a hurry, their performance may not be better than that of those rookies. How much stronger is the chicken?
The "Big Mouth Monster" is equivalent to an advanced trainer aircraft to a certain extent. It is used to maintain the right feel, and the cockpit layout is similar to that of the MiG-28, which is also a NATO standard.
This is why the 911 Air Service Base chose two fake OEM MiGs instead of the same cheap real MiGs. At least when switching operating habits and data link connection, there is no need to worry about different standards. As for headaches, you can easily form a high-low configuration that is very cost-effective.
The golden dragon that broke into the business area of the 911 Air Service Base and fired its dragon spines dozens of kilometers away was not in an uninhabited land. At least four fighter jets were entangled with this crazy killing dragon. They came from other countries. Air Force Base, chasing all the way here.
Although the departure tarmac was in a mess, with the wreckage of MiG-28s and ground crews scattered everywhere, flames scattered everywhere, and choking smoke billowing, it did not affect the five aircraft of the second echelon. The "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop did not take the usual route, passing directly through the grass and entering the take-off and landing runway near the apron.
Even if the 1,500-meter-long main runway is destroyed, the neatly trimmed lawns on the side can still be used for temporary emergency takeoff and landing. Aircraft that use propellers as a propulsion method often do not have high requirements for the takeoff and landing environment. Picky.
A moment later, the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft from the 911 Air Service Base took off one after another in a formation, heading straight towards the airspace where the battle was taking place.
The criss-crossing tracers of aircraft cannons and the huge fireballs of missile explosions became more intense in an instant.
"Eat my sword (power and glory)..."
Chekov, the silly bear who got stuck just after shouting, jumped on the ground with anger. Before he could finish his heroic words, he It was simply unreasonable to find that he had been pulled down, leaving only a bare-bones major!
The jet wingman pilot and turboprop fire controller had just been shot. His white brains were still bubbling out. He refused to close his eyes. There was definitely no way to get up and fight side by side again.
On the take-off section of the runway, there was only one lone "Big Mouth Monster" left. There was no place to express desolation, only a thousand lines of tears.
The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft is a two-seat aircraft, and Chekov alone cannot use it!
Even if one person can fly a plane and fight, it will not be as smooth as two people working together.
On the battlefield, victory or defeat is often determined by one move, life or death is determined by seconds, and dancing with the god of death is only a matter of millimeters. A single-seat aircraft has the advantages of a single-seat aircraft, and a double-seat aircraft also has the advantages of a double-seat aircraft, but dual-seat aircraft A punch is hard to beat by a four-hander, and the latter has the advantage of seizing the best attack opportunity during high-speed maneuvers.
Turboprop fighters have a smaller turning radius than jet fighters, and are more flexible in maneuvering postures at low altitudes and low speeds. Even against the dragon clan known as the Lord of the Sky, they are not without a fight. force.
After five A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft took off, the entire 911 air service base immediately sounded a shrill air defense alarm.
The fierce air battle has spread to the air service base located on the high ground. The ground service department units that have completed most of the tasks have begun to retreat and enter safe shelters to avoid unnecessary casualties. After all, pensions are also What a big sum of money.
Finding that the new rookie was still at a loss as he was holding a heavy technical manual, Xiao Ming, the mechanics chief, shouted to him quickly: "Chen Fei, don't just stand there stupidly, come with me to the air-raid shelter."
< br>Guns and bullets have no eyes, they will be injured if they are rubbed, and they will die if they are touched. In the eyes of the giant dragon, human beings are no different from ants.
Especially in the dictionary of gold-type dragons, there is no such thing as compassion or kindness at all, and most of all, it is cruel.
No one can guarantee whether the entire air service base will still exist in the future. Maybe the golden dragon will hit a few lazy donkeys casually, and all the buildings on the surface will be reduced to pieces. The walls are in ruins.
As long as the people are there, the base will still be there.
The people are gone, and so is the base.
The loss of equipment and materials is nothing more than some money. For big guys who can contract military bases, they are definitely not short of money, and 911 is just one of them.
"I'll be here soon!"
Chen Fei was reluctant 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 moment, Captain Chekov the Big Bear returned to the hangar, not knowing what he was looking for.
There were only two or three kittens left among the staff in the hangar. Most of the people had already evacuated, completely ignoring the things left behind.
“Who else?!!”
The guy started yelling, then his eyes fell on Chen Fei for a second, and he immediately opened his mouth and took a step that he didn’t recognize. He strode over, laughing wildly all the way.
“Boy (zēi), it’s you.”
“Chekov, what are you going to do?”
Xiao Ming, the commander of the mechanics, was shocked and angry when he saw this scene. This Slavic barbarian clearly had evil intentions.
"..."
Child Chen Fei looked confused. He was caught off guard when the squadron leader of the 911 Air Service Base Combat Squadron grabbed his neck and dragged him away on the spot.
The bear's paws, like cattail leaf fan, grabbed it, just like picking up a chicken cub.
"Put him down, Chekov, and come back!"
Xiao Ming chased after him angrily.
If he just watched like this and allowed this bear to take away his people, how would he be able to lead the team in the future?
I really don’t know how a big bear weighing almost 300 kilograms can run so fast. He threw little kid Chen Fei on his shoulder and disappeared in a few clicks.
The fastest flying in the sky is the Air Force, and the fastest running on the ground is the Air Force. The ancients do not deceive me.
By the time Xiao Jishang arrived at the take-off section of the runway, the only remaining A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft had already turned its blades and made a huge roar. He couldn't get any closer.
When Chen Fei, who had been "kidnapped", finally came to his senses, he was horrified to find that he had somehow been stuffed into the cockpit, with a seat belt tied around his body and tightly tied to the seat. When he touched his head, he was still Buttoning on a helmet.
Where am I?
What do I want to do?
Hey, hey, I want to get off. This is not a plane to kindergarten!
The disgusting-looking old driver in the front seat happened to buckle the hood hard, took it out from his crotch, threw it behind him, then turned his head and laughed wildly and said: "Harashaw, take a bite, Chekov The major will help you show off and fly!”
Conveniently, I waved a Patton-style military salute to the chief engineer who was chasing me outside. Goodbye!
Hurrying to catch the bottle of Blue Star Erguotou wine that had a strong smell of both maozi and niú, Chen Fei was at a loss. Could this be the legendary real airplane? Cup, or urine bottle?
Ah this! This caliber... is very suspicious!
Σ(°△°|||)︴Chen Fei: Danger! ~
Damn it, this stinky bear is not a good person!
Can you curse?
"Chekhov, you bastard, you have to die, fuck you..." Jumping and jumping on the ground, Xiao Ming's voice was quickly replaced by the roar of "Big Mouth Monster" Submerged, Chekov, who controlled the "Big Mouth Monster" and began to accelerate, let out a weird laugh like a howling ghost.
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(End of this chapter)