Restarting life in Siheyuan

Wow, it came so quickly! Zhu Xuefeng was a little flustered. This was much more exciting than in the movies, but also seemed to be much more difficult than when they took off.

Zhu Xuefeng accelerated while ensuring the plane was level and calibrating the gyroscope.

Because the plane showed no obvious signs of stopping, sporadic gunshots were soon heard behind the fuselage. Fortunately, they were still far away. It must be that the commander got anxious and waved his pistol to shoot at the plane.

In order to maintain stability, he resisted the urge to push the refueling lever down little by little, and soon pushed it to the maximum. The plane roared like thunder, spewed out dazzling columns of flames, and accelerated rapidly.

The huge acceleration squeezed Zhu Xuefeng tightly into the seat. This fighter plane can reach more than Mach 9, which is really quite impressive. I heard that to fly this plane, the body has to withstand a G load. Zhu Xuefeng didn't know how many Gs he could withstand, but he knew that his body was very strong, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

He had tried ignition and taxiing in space before, so that was his reliance for leaving by air. However, this was the first time in his life that he took off. Just as he was about to reach the take-off speed, an unlucky fighter plane was taxiing towards the runway on the side of the runway in front of him. At the speed, it would occupy the runway before the fighter plane took off.

"Damn it!" Zhu Xuefeng cursed. This boy was really reckless. He wanted to get on the runway to stop him from taking off. It was too late. Zhu Xuefeng could only take off forcedly. The front wheels of the plane left the ground. Fortunately, the plane had strong power and it successfully took off before the collision.

Zhu Xuefeng wiped his sweat, it was really exciting. If he had been a little bit slower, even by two seconds, he would have definitely hit it.

The fierce artillery fire behind the fuselage made Zhu Xuefeng realize in time that it was the roaring anti-aircraft guns and the strings of fire dragons were the anti-aircraft machine guns. Unfortunately, the fighter plane was too fast and was not damaged in the dark night. It quickly lowered its altitude and flew close to the sea surface until it was far out of range, then it pulled up again.

But the good times did not last long. Zhu Xuefeng, who had just recovered and adjusted the fuselage, had no time to relax and experience the thrill of flying for the first time when the radar showed a group of pursuers behind him. He counted and saw four. They were coming very fast.

Zhu Xuefeng was not worried that the other party would catch up, but he didn't know whether the other party was carrying air-to-air missiles. There were three missiles on his fighter plane, but he was in the front and would have to be crazy to fight with the other party. He was a novice and all he knew was how to do things, such as accelerating, climbing, and turning.

"Captain Raymond, why don't you launch an attack? Damn it, shoot it down with missiles. Don't let it fly to the other side."

In the control tower, a white officer was getting angry at the pursuing fighter plane. If they continued to chase, the YF-12 would run away. There was no way the F4 could catch up with the YF12 because the speed difference was too big.

"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, we are trying to lock on, but the damn IFF system prevents us from locking on. We can only use the onboard guns, but we can't catch up with it."

The reply from the fighter plane made the lieutenant colonel even more desperate. By the way, nowadays fighter planes are equipped with friend-or-foe identification systems to prevent missiles from accidentally hitting friendly forces.

"Then manually turn off the IFF system, lock it, and kill it. Damn it, there are only three of them in the entire United States. We can't let the other side get it."

"But Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, to manually shut down the IFF system, we need a higher level of authorization. Otherwise, we will violate military regulations."

The lieutenant colonel was almost going crazy. How could he get a higher-level authorization at this critical moment? The angry lieutenant colonel stepped forward and grabbed the microphone in a rage.

"If the damn F4 hadn't failed to be shot down by the J-12 several times, would we have called in the YF-12? Now I am the highest commander on the scene. Now, I order you to manually turn off the IFF system and shoot down the YF-. I will bear all the responsibilities! Repeat, this is an order."

There was silence for a while, and then the pilot's voice came out, "Lieutenant Colonel, we will follow your order!"

The lieutenant colonel breathed a sigh of relief, but soon fell into distress again. If this YF-12 really fell on the opposite side, it would be a big deal and it was something he could not bear. Damn the airport. He had been conscientious enough and had not even gone to the hotel to enjoy the charming girls. He had to stay in the airport dormitory with conditions like a doghouse, and his fighter plane could be stolen.

When the fighter plane is shot down, he will definitely file a lawsuit... The lieutenant colonel slumped in the chair powerlessly. Even if he could shoot it down, he would have to bear the consequences, which was not what he should bear.

"This is not fair!"

Captain Raymond stared at the target on the radar. Seeing it getting farther and farther away, he did not care about the optimal range and commanded his wingman.

"Lock on from a distance and start attacking."

"But Captain, the distance is too far. The other side has enough time to maneuver and escape." The wingman reminded in the headset.

"I know, but the damn YF-12 is too fast. If we don't attack now, we won't be able to lock onto the target later."

What you fear will come true. Zhu Xuefeng accelerated again and had already left the pursuers far behind. However, the radar indicated that two missiles were approaching quickly. Zhu Xuefeng was going crazy. The pursuers behind him were actually two F4s and two F-86s. As a newbie, he was going to die.

"Climb at high speed, perform a Cobra maneuver! Launch the decoy." A faint reminder came from the co-pilot. It was obvious who it was. The two people in the back seat woke up, but Zhu Xuefeng didn't care. Both of them were tied tightly to their seats and could not cause any trouble for him.

As one of the senior military enthusiasts of later generations, he knew the Cobra maneuver. Without thinking, Zhu Xuefeng pulled up at a high speed, and the decoy bomb at the tail popped out. Several bright streams of light appeared in the air. The maneuverability of this fighter plane was really good. A missile that was chasing fast dived over it, lost its target, and was detonated by the decoy bomb.

The air-to-air missiles of the 12s were indeed much dumber, but the other missile that fell a little behind was not deceived. After flying past, it made a big turn and chased after it again. It had not lost the target yet. Zhu Xuefeng was already sweating profusely. Even the YF- could only watch the missile on the radar getting closer and closer.

(The fighter jet has a top speed of Mach 3.35, and the Sparrow air-to-air missile has a top speed of Mach 5)

Zhu Xuefeng was sweating profusely, "What should I do now? There is still one!" Zhu Xuefeng shouted loudly, but unfortunately there was no movement in the rear cabin. It was probably due to the high-speed ascent. The huge load made him fall into a coma. What about the pilot? He couldn't hold on at the critical moment. Zhu Xuefeng sighed, it was all doomed, it was really a big deal. At this moment, Zhu Xuefeng was ready to hide in the space and try to escape.

Little did he know that his escape operation had already reached the limit of the aircraft. The continuous load of more than 9G had already made the two people behind him unconscious. The current domestic air force requires only 6 to 8G. The two people could not bear it after not training for several months. The scenes of the air combat movies in the previous life flashed through his mind. Zhu Xuefeng, who was not reminded by anyone, was lucky enough to change the level quickly. Seeing that the missile was about to catch up, Zhu Xuefeng gritted his teeth, fought hard, and descended at a very fast speed, launching a decoy bomb again. Although the missile lost track again, it was not disturbed by the decoy bomb. It turned again and caught up again. It was really fatal.

Seeing that he was about to level with the pursuers, Zhu Xuefeng decided to try to use the enemy plane to get rid of the missile pursuit. He leveled off again, suddenly changed the flying direction, turned 180 degrees, and fired a decoy bomb for the third time. The turning radius of this fighter plane was astonishingly small. This was the owl maneuver of later generations.

After launching the decoy missile, Zhu Xuefeng had a feeling that he had not grasped the timing well for the second and this launch, and he probably could not deceive the missile. Facts soon proved that Zhu Xuefeng's judgment was very accurate. He did not get rid of the missile as expected. Instead, he led the missile to turn again and flew towards the pursuers with the YF12. This guy was really persistent. Zhu Xuefeng's head exploded. Why did he choose to disengage in the air? Looking at the missile getting closer and closer again, he only had one last chance.

Seeing that the missiles behind him and the pursuers in front were getting closer and closer on the radar, Zhu Xuefeng gritted his teeth, pulled up at high speed again, and performed another Sidewinder maneuver. Unfortunately, there were no decoy bombs left. But this time he was lucky. Even without the interference of the decoy bombs, the missile still chose the wrong target and dived towards the pursuers.

In the pursuing F4 fighter, Captain Raymond saw the YF-12 getting closer and closer on the radar. Although he could not see it visually, Captain Raymond with a weird look on his face was ready for an aerial combat with his wingman. No one expected that the YF-12 would choose to turn around and fight back.

In terms of performance, the F4 was indeed no match, but Captain Raymond was still prepared to take it down with his wingman through perfect coordination and extraordinary skills. Unexpectedly, the YF-12 quickly climbed and performed a typical Sidewinder maneuver into higher clouds, and what caught the eyes of the two was a whistling Sparrow air-to-air missile.

"Damn it, it didn't shake off the missile! Dodge!" Raymond ordered loudly, and the two F4s chose to turn sharply to the left and right to avoid it. Unfortunately, the wingman was too slow, and the time for face-to-face escape was too short. Raymond looked at the wingman not far away, and after an explosion, it turned into a fireball and fell into the sea. He silently made a cross on his chest.

"What's going on? Report!" The damn lieutenant colonel asked in the headset. Raymond suppressed his anger at losing his comrades, "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, Lieutenant Smith was shot down by our own missile. Damn the friend-or-foe identification system!"

After venting his anger, Raymond stared at the target on the radar again. He wanted to avenge his comrades. The fact that the other party did not launch missiles face to face proved that the other party did not turn off the enemy identification system at all and could not lock on him with missiles. This was very good news. As for the two F86s behind him, he did not count on them. The timid yellow people could only follow behind with their heads down. No matter how good the fighter planes were, they would be wasted.

Zhu Xuefeng in the front was sweating. He didn't know that the enemy's plane had been shot down. He just felt that he was now far away from the pursuers. In just a few minutes, he had been in life-and-death situations several times, which made him extremely nervous and a little tired.

The fighter plane was flying eastward and once again soared to its fastest speed, Mach 3.35. After a moment, Zhu Xuefeng still thought it was not very reliable and continued to increase the altitude. The altitude soon exceeded . He wanted to use the performance of this plane to get rid of his opponent and kill himself in an air battle.

"Damn it, how can he stay at the limit for such a long time? Is this kind of body something a human can possess?!"

In the pursuit of the F4, Raymond had no choice but to slow down the climb. His body had already protested the long-term extreme climb. Just now, for a moment, the long-term overload made his body unable to bear it, and he was instantly unconscious. He woke up only when the fighter plane lost control and slowed down. The F4's extreme climb speed and extreme altitude were far inferior to the opponent's, and he didn't even have the chance to lock on to the opponent.

Captain Raymond was well aware of the performance difference between the two fighters, and reluctantly gave up the idea of ​​entering higher clouds to catch up. The F4 was already approaching an altitude of 18000 meters, which was its limit, but the opponent should be around 24000 meters. This six-kilometer altitude was a natural chasm, and the F4 could not cross and lock onto it, let alone launch any attack.

Zhu Xuefeng, who managed to escape thanks to the performance of his aircraft and his physical condition, did not know that the F4 below had given up on pursuing him and was still feeling lucky.

I just escaped from two missiles, partly by luck, and partly because the missiles of that era were really not good enough. Otherwise, the domestic J-4 would not be able to defeat the F12. I was flying the YF- which was far more powerful than the J-, and yet I was in such a miserable state.

"Please note that this is Chinese territorial waters. You have entered Chinese airspace. Please leave immediately!"

After flying at full speed for a few minutes, the pursuers on the radar were getting farther and farther away, and no missiles were seen coming. Zhu Xuefeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still did not dare to be careless and continued to fly eastward at high speed. It was not until the warning came from the headphones that Zhu Xuefeng was completely relieved.

Seeing two small spots of light appearing on the radar far below, Zhu Xuefeng quickly spoke up, thinking that they should be two fighter jets rushing over to drive him away.

"Comrade, don't open fire, we are on the same side, we are on the same side, I need urgent escort, there are four fighter planes chasing me from behind."

Zhu Xuefeng didn't know whether he was targeted by anti-aircraft guns and surface-to-air missiles, so he quickly revealed his identity.

Zhu Xuefeng's answer made the command room below stare in amazement at first, and then there was a burst of exclamations. The command room was extremely excited. This was surrender, but why was the other party's reply so unprofessional? But these were all trivial matters.

"There are only three fighter planes behind you. Did you shoot down one of them? There was indeed an air explosion in the direction you came from just now. It was suspected that a fighter plane exploded."

Zhu Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that there must be an unlucky guy who was killed by the missile that turned around. He was really lucky.

"Maybe. I don't have the energy to check the results of the battle."

"Clear the runway. Two fighter jets will take off immediately, meet up and guide the landing."

A series of commands were quickly issued. At the dark military airport, the lights on the runway lit up. Two J-6s spewed out dazzling columns of fire, tearing through the darkness of dawn, roaring into the darkness to greet the surrendering fighter planes.

"This is the Thunder. I have found the support aircraft." Four small dots appeared on the radar, two in front and two behind. The two sides were approaching each other quickly, but the J-6 was obviously at a much lower altitude.

"Thunderbolt, please lower your altitude to 3,000 meters and reduce your speed to 400. The escort aircraft will arrive soon."

"Okay." Zhu Xuefeng began to descend and slow down. This time they had to drop nearly 20,000 meters in altitude. He couldn't dive down all at once. He could only descend steadily. As the speed decreased, the altitude also dropped at a uniform speed.

The control room was also silent. After a long while, someone asked, "How come he can't even reply with 'received'? Is he really a pilot?" (End of this chapter)