Changkong Fighter

Chapter 23 Come on
Zhang Peng shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes. His fragmented memory came back to life and he hurriedly prepared to control the plane to avoid the attack. However, when he looked carefully, he found that the plane's flight posture had changed, and the three unidentified aircraft had disappeared.

As an experienced pilot, he immediately realized that he was knocked unconscious by the heavy overload and was just a bystander the whole time.

Seeing the movement coming from the front seat, Liu Jun said in a serious tone on the intercom: "Master, are you awake? The battle is over."

"Have all the enemy planes been shot down?" Zhang Peng asked in a deep voice as he checked the condition of the aircraft.

"Yes." Liu Jun replied calmly. As for how he shot it down, he didn't intend to take all the credit on himself. Without the cover of his comrades, it would have been impossible to win so easily.

The electromagnetic interference also disappeared after the three enemy planes were shot down, communications returned to normal, and external communications were connected.

A J15S approached the side and rear of [139] aircraft and visually observed it to determine if there was any damage to the exterior. Seeing no obvious scratches, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, a good exterior didn't necessarily mean there was no internal fault, so he asked in the communication channel: [Fatty, status?]

“No more gas.”

After hearing what Zhang Peng said, the two J15S pilots felt nervous. What HNA was most afraid of was running out of fuel. They couldn't even land on the aircraft carrier and take off again without fuel, let alone fly back such a long distance.

The comrades looked at the vast ocean below and 815A not far away.

The bad news is it's out of gas.
The good news is that skydivers can be retrieved.
At this moment, a communication with higher authority was connected to the [7] machine system using WZ139 as a relay.

[1 (yao) 39 (hook) machine, this is the command center, reporting your fuel situation]

"Report to the commander, the fuel is only 10 minutes away. Repeat! The fuel is only minutes away!"

The commander frowned when he heard that the plane [139] had ten minutes of fuel left, but he was not worried about the safety of the pilot parachuting.

After leaving the battle, the pilots can parachute in a stable flight posture. There are friendly warships around that can rescue them immediately. However, this J15S records the combat data with the enemy, and these data must be collected after the aircraft lands.

For this kind of unknown enemy, especially one that we are likely to encounter again in the future, we need more intelligence to understand them, and we must do our best while the aircraft still has fuel.

"Where is the nearest refueling machine?" the commander asked the officer beside him.

He didn't need to worry about this. After the four J4Ss took off, the Liaoning ship thought about the fuel situation. The J15 equipped with a refueling pod then set off, ready to refuel the fighter jets that had run out of fuel at any time.

On the battlefield situation map, one of the planes was refueling the damaged [140] aircraft, while the other was flying straight towards the battlefield.

"Report to the commander, the J15 with the refueling pod is 15 minutes away from them!"

[139, the refueling aircraft is on the way. Please hold on for 15 minutes.]

[139 received.]

It is not impossible to last for 10 minutes with 15 minutes of fuel. Zhang Peng glanced at the dashboard and checked the altitude: 7000.

It’s not too high, but it’s enough. Adjust the bow angle of attack after reducing the fuel.

A heavy aircraft doesn't drop immediately after losing power. As long as it maintains speed and altitude, it can be considered a "glider" with inferior performance. The throttle is reduced, and the engine's gas output decreases. The airspeed on the instrument panel slowly decreases, and once it reaches a certain value and stabilizes, the aircraft's altitude also decreases. This trades altitude for speed, allowing the aircraft to maintain a steady, straight flight attitude and increase its time in the air, awaiting the arrival of a refueling aircraft.

Seeing that the aircraft's posture was stable, Liu Jun no longer cared about the aircraft's condition. As an experienced pilot, Zhang Peng could naturally solve the problem, and his consciousness turned to the "flying experience" in his mind.

He didn't know until he saw it. He was shocked when he saw it. His experience increased a lot, almost catching up with his two years of flying experience!
At this moment, Liu Jun had the urge to max out all his flying skills, but the experience he gained could only upgrade a level one skill to level two, and a level two skill to 0.5 level.

Which one to add? After hesitating for a long time, Liu Jun resisted the urge to add more points and decided to wait a little longer.

Glancing at the sea in the distance, several black smoke columns were very conspicuous under the blue sky and white clouds. It seemed that the Carl Vinson aircraft carrier battle group had suffered heavy losses this time, and the whole world would be shocked by this. However, these were not his concerns, as he had his own "tall guy" to take care of it.

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and a target was approaching rapidly on the radar, which was identified by the IFF as a friendly force.

After entering visual range, Liu Jun saw the other party clearly. It was another J15. After approaching them, the other party circled in the sky to observe the speed, altitude and heading of the aircraft. Then it flew to the front and opened the speed brake, and gradually cut into the route. The pod mounted on the belly of the aircraft extended the hose.

Unlike a normal receiving aircraft approaching a refueling aircraft, this time it was a refueling aircraft approaching a receiving aircraft, and the fuel in the [139] aircraft could not withstand the tossing.

Zhang Peng looked at the position of the hose in front and then at the fuel in the aircraft. It was less than 3 minutes and the alarm had not stopped.

When the hose was more than ten meters away from the fuselage, the J15 responsible for refueling maintained a stable flight attitude. This distance was considered face-to-face for a fighter jet.

Zhang Peng gripped the joystick, adjusted the throttle slightly, extended the refueling pipe on the left side of the cockpit, and controlled the aircraft to move closer to the hose little by little.

Ten meters!

Five meters!

Three meters!

one meter!
With a click, the fuel receiving pipe was precisely connected with the hose, and immediately high-quality aviation fuel flowed into the J15S aircraft along the fuel receiving pipe. Watching the fuel slowly rising, Zhang Peng breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the rearview mirror, only to see his apprentice looking at the direction of the black smoke column in the distance as if nothing had happened.

This psychological quality is really good!
Seeing that the fuel problem was solved, Zhang Peng relaxed and asked half-jokingly, "Boy, aren't you afraid that we will fall?"

This is when the benefits of a two-seater are revealed. Pilots can chat with each other and relieve stress, especially when they have just finished actual combat.

"Master, we have no choice but to parachute out of fuel."

Liu Jun said calmly that they had done everything they could, and if the plane continued to fall, they would have to abandon it and parachute out. However, before parachuting, they had to place the plane near 815A to facilitate salvage.

"By the way, have you thought of your code name yet?"

Zhang Peng talked about business. Liu Jun didn't have a code name yet, but after this battle, he had participated in actual combat, which was a rare and valuable experience. At the same time, he and his apprentice could be considered comrades who had experienced the test of life and death. He was very satisfied with his apprentice's performance, and he was very strong both mentally and physically.

(End of this chapter)