Dragoon fighter

"Fifteen kilometers ahead, there is a high ground!" "Rou Zao", who was escorting from the side, saw that Lin Mo's fighter was getting slower and slower, and could only rely on the declining engine output and airflow control to stabilize the body.

"I saw it! Thank you, Rouzao!" Lin Mo took off the oxygen mask and smiled, "Okay, let me try how to make an emergency landing in this environment. I haven't tried it before."

"Help me escort you! Pay attention to the ailerons and retract them slowly. This place is not as good as the take-off and landing runway. The landing gear may hit the rocks." The "Rouza" fighter suddenly rushed in front of Lin Mo and prepared for Lin Mo in advance. Make a forward stop to choose a safe emergency landing path.

Less than a hundred meters away from the rugged mountain top, there was a highland surrounded by cliffs. The relatively flat top could barely distinguish a straight line extending out. Fortunately, Lin Mo saw a touch of green. , that is grass.

The high ground on the top of the mountain should be weathered soil, and the erosion of the grassland means there won't be too much gravel, so it should still be enough for an emergency landing.

"Control the speed. The emergency landing distance is very short. Don't overshoot." "Rou Zao" was holding the wind for Lin Mo. This natural emergency landing site was really not optimistic, but there was no better emergency landing location around.

"Okay!" Lin Mo stretched out his hand and raised his fist, signaling to "Rou Zao".

Pulling up the nose of the plane and lowering the landing gear, Lin Mo relied entirely on the inertia of the "Fierce Dragon" to rush onto the grassland near the top of the mountain. He tightly controlled the control stick and quickly decelerated amidst the violent vibrations.

After all, this is not a carefully maintained concrete take-off and landing runway. The tires of the landing gear hit rocks from time to time. Even if they are only as big as a fist, they will cause violent bumps in the fighter jet.

In the first few seconds after landing, Lin Mo's "Fierce Dragon" even bounced a few times from the shock, as if it would be shaken off the high ground at any time and fall down the mountain.

Under Lin Mo's control, the speed of the "Fierce Dragon" fighter became slower and slower. Suddenly, a strong wind blew. Unfortunately, it was still a tailwind.

Damn it, the most taboo thing for pilots is "a smooth journey". How can you fly with a smooth wind? Without lift, the aircraft simply becomes a decoration.

The deceleration of "Fierce Dragon" suddenly lost control. It did not stop slowly as expected. Instead, it was blown by the strong wind on the top of the mountain and continued to slide forward without slowing down at all.

"Slow down, slow down, there's a cliff ahead!" Rouzao's anxious shouting suddenly came from the channel.

"I've turned off the engine and braked! Don't use too much force, otherwise the whole plane will be blown out by the wind." Lin Mo's palms were almost sweating. As a light fighter that makes full use of gas power, this is easier. Affected by the wind, he could clearly feel the body shaking violently in the strong mountain wind.

Especially the wind at the top of the mountain was so fast that it was very easy to blow Lin Mo's "Fierce Dragon" directly out.

Lin Mo's emergency landing touched the hearts of everyone in the "Boss Cat" command center. There was silence in the channel, for fear that a slight disturbance would make Lin Mo's success failed.

"Hold on, hold on, boy, hold on!" Lin Mo adjusted the ailerons to fight the mountain wind blowing from behind, and even fired the cannon to gain recoil.

The nose of the plane sank suddenly. "Rouzao" and Lin Mo almost thought they were about to rush out of the cliff, but finally stopped at the last moment and continued to move forward.

Lin Mo stretched out his head to look outside the cockpit and took a breath of air.

Good guy, the front landing gear has fallen outside the cliff, the body of the aircraft is halfway on the edge of the cliff, and the front half of the cockpit is exposed outside the cliff.

The entire "Fierce Dragon" fighter jet was lying on the edge of the cliff with its buttocks stuck out, looking like it was a little uncomfortable.

"What a risk!~" Lin Mo patted his chest, but did not dare to move forward for fear of shifting his center of gravity.

"Rou Zao" hovering in the air let out a long breath, "Good guy, it's enough." His eyes moved to the side, and he suddenly froze, and shouted anxiously: "'Dragon Knight', that one' The Glory is about to make an emergency landing too, right next to you."

boom! ~~

There was a shaking and shaking, and even Lin Mo could feel the "Fierce Dragon" half hanging on the edge of the cliff move forward a few centimeters, and couldn't help but curse: "This bastard should be thrown to death." "

He unbuckled his seat belt and took off his "Kuafu" aviation tactical helmet. Looking back, he saw that the difficult ace "Glorious" actually chose the same spot for an emergency landing. Unfortunately, the landing obviously did not go smoothly. After adjusting his posture, he accidentally hit the steep slope on the edge of the grass. The entire wing was broken, and there was a sharp crunch and metal friction.

Ah Da and Ah Er, the two unlucky guys who were fighting for life and death just now, unexpectedly landed together in this way. It was really unexpected.

"'Dragon Knight' I don't have enough fuel, take care of yourself!" "Rouzao" saw the fuel count and threw away the external fuel tank before the air battle. The body's self-prepared fuel was consumed very quickly in the battle, so he had to calculate the fuel for return. .

"I understand, go ahead and leave this to me! Remember to ask the Door Gods to bring maintenance technicians and tools. As long as it can be repaired, I can drive it back!" Lin Mo pushed open the cockpit cover and leaned out. He waved to another "Fierce Dragon" hovering in the sky.

"no problem!"

The "roasted" Xiaolong in the sky shook its wings, as if saying goodbye.

Lin Mo grabbed the bulkhead and, as nimble as a monkey, jumped from behind the fuselage to the ground, stretched his head and took a look under the cliff.

It's at least two hundred meters high. If you fall, you might as well get your pension directly.

Reaching out to find the position under the cockpit, Lin Mo burst out with fighting spirit and a force comparable to that of a diesel forklift. He lifted the nose of the aircraft and pushed the entire fighter into the cliff. He was able to free the entire fighter at any time. There is a danger of falling off a cliff.

After pushing a few meters further inside and piling up the tires of the landing gear with a few rocks, Lin Mo clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction at his masterpiece.

Originally, there was still smoke coming out of the damaged hole in the body, but now it has faded away. It is probably because the automatic protection mechanism has taken effect.

Crash, there was a strange noise nearby.

Lin Mo turned his head and saw a pilot standing stiffly a few meters away from the "glory" where the landing failed. He was holding a pistol and looking at him blankly. He seemed to be caught by Lin Mo. I was stunned by the process of lifting the fighter jet with my bare hands.

From heaven to earth, it is considered fate.

This guy also escaped. Lin Mo thought that the "Glorious" pilot would faint and be burned to death in the cabin.

This was not made of paper, it was at least a nine-ton light fighter, which was lifted up easily and skillfully.

Bang bang bang bang!~

Suddenly, the "Tejas" fighter jet behind the pilot burst into flames, making the sound of bullets exploding.

The Indian pilot suddenly jerked his head and ran away to the side, far away from the fighter jet that was already engulfed in flames.

Facts have proved that he was right. Not long after running away, the detonating missile directly blew the fighter into pieces, and the impact wave and flames directly engulfed an area of ​​more than ten meters in radius.

But the Indian pilot did not have any luck in surviving the disaster.

Because in front of him, there was a more terrifying humanoid beast, a human being who could lift a fighter jet alive. Even if the pilot's physique could be ranked among the top three military professions in the world, it was not that exaggerated.

"When did dog tags become popular among Indians?" Lin Mo's keen eyes saw the silver reflection of two finger-sized metal tags faintly flashing between the pilot's neck.

"Don't move!" The Indian pilot raised his gun and pointed it at Lin Mo, but his tone was obviously trembling uncontrollably. He discovered a terrible fact. The guy who brought him from the sky was not from Pakistan. The people are clearly of East Asian ethnicity.

〖Chinese!? A chill stretched from the back of his head to the soles of his feet.

The two pilots noticed something strange about each other almost at the same time. None of the two sides who had just fought with superb combat skills in the air battle were original products from the two warring countries.

"You are not Pakistani! You are Chinese!" The pilot took off his aviation helmet, revealing a face with chestnut hair, blue eyes and a hooked nose. He pointed the gun at Lin Mo and spoke in English, and there was no common language. *It smells like gel, and your identity is revealed.

"Are you Indian?!" Lin Mo smiled nonchalantly. In his own eyes, the guy opposite him was already dead.

This kind of military personnel from a big country concealing their identity and pretending to enter the battlefield of another country is not only for military assistance, but also for testing tactics. Otherwise, there would be so much military equipment given away for free.

First-rate equipment can be used by oneself, second-rate equipment can fool others. There is no free lunch in this world.

I'm afraid no one would have thought, not even India and Pakistan, that not only Pakistan had foreign aid, but India also sent foreign aid, and that pilots from China and another big country would actually fly in such a way. occasion to meet.

Boom boom boom!~

The pilot who was suspected of being a foreigner did not hesitate to strike first and shoot directly. There was no morality to speak of on the battlefield. Anyway, after the war, pushing two, six, and five was a shady thing. Naturally, there were people Will take the initiative to take the blame.

It can make the opponent lose one elite fighter and weaken the opponent's air power. Why not do this kind of thing.

The burning Tejas fighter is the perfect cremation furnace.

Little did they know, both of them had the same thoughts.

The 9mm caliber warheads bounced around Lin Mo's body, as if they were tickling, and Lin Mo couldn't even move his body.

How could the "Kuafu" individual tactical armor of Lao Pan of the air crew care about the shooting of such pistol bullets.

ah? !How is it possible? The opponent was shocked to find that Lin Mo's anti-German suit completely ignored his shooting. When the pistol was fired, it didn't even make a mark. It dented directly, absorbed the kinetic energy of the warhead, and flicked the warhead away.

Only then did the opponent realize that Lin Mo's pilot-specific anti-Dutch suit seemed a little different. It looked more like land combat defensive armor. God damn, it wasn't individual tactical armor.

It seems a bit too luxurious for someone who flies a plane to wear this.

Thinking of this, the other party's face turned pale, and he stared at Lin Mo with wide eyes. ! .