Traveling Back to the 1960s: The Entire Internet Teaches Me How to Build Missiles

Led by Fang Xiaotian, the two J-5 fighter jets shot off the runway like arrows before the signal flares for the sortie order had even landed completely. They rose into the sky like a rolling thunderclap!

The lead pilot, Fang Xiaotian, remained relatively calm, while the wingman, Xiao Liang, appeared slightly nervous, yet also harbored a fierce determination to fight to the death.

He still clearly remembers that his father was crippled when his fishing boat was strafed by provocative aircraft while fishing in international waters.

So he vowed that one day he would avenge his father.

"Dongyao Dongyao, heading 160, enemy aircraft is 100 kilometers to your right and above, altitude 18,000!"

This is the voice of the navigator at the ground control post.

"Received, Dongyao!"

Fang Xiaotian knew that the U-2 reconnaissance plane was not far away.

He suddenly remembered what his old sergeant often said when he first joined the army: "Once you become a pilot, when you see enemy planes, you must be like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable. No matter how great the difficulties, you must overcome them; no matter how fierce the enemy, you must resolutely annihilate them!"

Fang Xiaotian was filled with pride and high morale. Even the J-5 fighter jet under his seat seemed to sense its master's will, roaring and speeding towards the enemy aircraft.

"Dongyao, you are 50 kilometers away from the enemy aircraft! Pay attention to your altitude; you are about to cross 5,000 meters. Please be careful!"

The navigator reminded him.

"Received, Dongyao!"

Fang Xiaotian raised his head, as if he had already caught sight of that sneaky black shadow in the clouds.

The other side's cruising altitude was simply outrageous. It flew all the way from the west, and although several air force squadrons along the route dispatched dozens of sorties to intercept it, all attempts were unsuccessful.

They could only watch helplessly as the U-2 flew overhead.

Fang Xiaotian thought to himself, "I heard that four new missile battalions have been established. If they were here, they would definitely be able to make the U-2 run away in terror!"

However, there are simply too many places to be on guard. While places like Lop Nur, Jinshui Beach, and Badain Desert are important, they are not enough to warrant transferring them here.

With few soldiers and generals, they could only pilot the J-5 fighter jets and attempt to drive away enemy aircraft.

"Enemy aircraft are about to enter the Bataan Desert. Intercept them immediately and disrupt their operations!"

"Dong Yao understands."

"The hole is clear!"

Two silver-white J-5 fighter jets appeared like unsheathed swords, their tails spewing out scorching orange-red flames.

The smell of aviation kerosene filled the cockpit, and the roar of the turbojet engine made the pilots' arms tremble, but both of them tacitly pulled up the control stick.

Immediately afterwards, the noses of the lead and wingman aircraft rose up, simultaneously soaring into the sky at their maximum angle of attack.

Two white fighter jet contrails spiraled upwards into the azure sky.

As the altimeter pointer of the J-5 fighter jet continued to rotate, the color of the sky changed accordingly.

The light blue sky over the Gobi Desert gradually transitions into a magnificent and beautiful cobalt blue.

Six thousand meters...

8,000 meters...

Ten thousand meters...

Click!Click!Click!

Soon, the temperature inside the cockpits of the two J-5 fighter jets dropped sharply, and dense white frost even condensed on the canopy.

Fang Xiaotian and Xiao Liang piloted their respective fighter jets, arriving at what was practically the environment with the thinnest atmosphere on Earth, a place similar to the surface of Mars.

Their flight altitude reached 13000 meters, getting closer and closer to the U-2 reconnaissance plane that was leisurely taking pictures.

However, the two of them had almost reached their physiological limits for piloting fighter jets.

Their flight suits and anti-G suits were very outdated, unable to withstand the thin air pressure or the sub-zero temperatures.

In the ground control post, the navigator's voice could still be heard intermittently:

"End the mission. Don't risk your lives. Return to base immediately!"

Fang Xiaotian gripped the control lever tightly and replied with difficulty, "Give us...give us a little more time, we'll be close to them soon!"

The thin atmospheric pressure made the control sticks inside the cockpit feel heavy, like being stuck in a swamp.

Fortunately, Fang Xiaotian was experienced, and his wingman Xiao Liang was equally capable; the two quickly adapted to the harsh environment.

"Two tanks, deploy auxiliary fuel tanks, prepare for attack!"

Fang Xiaotian gazed at the 'Black Butterfly' not far away and finally gave the battle order.

"Auxiliary fuel tanks deployed! Ready for battle!"

"Turn on the boost!"

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, two loud bangs were heard, and both J-5 fighter jets jettisoned their external fuel tanks.

Then it engaged afterburner, instantly becoming more agile than a swallow and faster than an eagle, rapidly closing in on the U2 reconnaissance aircraft.

"Slope 65, turn left, heading 260!"

"Judging from the enemy aircraft's flight path, they should only have detected ground radar tracking, not your presence. From now on, be careful to remain concealed and avoid being detected too early..."

Fang Xiaotian heard the navigator's instructions again through his earpiece.

His eyes lit up, and he reminded his wingman, "It'll be more advantageous below the clouds!"

Wingman Xiao Liang replied, "Okay!"

Then, the two fighter jets pierced through the clouds and fog, disappearing into the clouds like eagles swooping down to catch their prey, and stealthily approached the U2 reconnaissance aircraft.

"Enemy aircraft spotted 2 kilometers to the upper left!" the wingman reported loudly.

"Go all out and annihilate the invading enemy!" Fang Xiaotian replied.

"I've been looking forward to this day for ages! This U-2 must be asleep at the wheel today, it hasn't even spotted us yet!"

While thinking to himself, Xiao Liang shouted, "We are determined to annihilate the enemy!"

His thumb moved to the ignition button.

Fang Xiaotian's eyes also flashed with hatred as he cursed, "Once you're here, don't even think about leaving!"

Two J-5 fighters shot out of the clouds with thunderous force, then tilted back and opened their cannons.

Thump thump thump—

A barrage of shells was fired, accompanied by the booming sound of artillery fire and flashes of light, as a huge tongue of flame engulfed the distracted U-2 reconnaissance plane.

Several tracer bullets ripped through the deep blue sky, illuminating the entire fuselage.

Robert Hale, who was flipping through a magazine, was startled and completely failed to notice the two planes that suddenly appeared, and panicked.

For a moment, the aircraft swayed left and right, teetering on the brink of collapse, and could only passively dodge.

It should be noted that the U-2 reconnaissance aircraft dares not carry any weapons in order to avoid being accused of tampering with its own plans.

The J-5 fighter jet is equipped with a 37mm cannon and two 23mm cannons. Once it is engaged in close combat, the U-2 will be powerless to fight back!

Just as Hale was watching the shells hurtling towards him, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

At an altitude of 16,000 meters, the 37mm cannon shells, before even approaching the U-2 reconnaissance aircraft, exhibited a clearly diminished parabolic trajectory due to the strong pull of gravity.

Then it fell helplessly downwards and crashed to the ground.

Fang Xiaotian, his plan thwarted, watched helplessly as the shells whizzed past him. Enraged, he roared, "Chase after them! Get closer and fire!"

However, the next second, the fighter jet began to shake violently and uncontrollably.

This is a warning that the engine is not getting enough air and is about to reach its top limit.

They had already flown to 16,000 meters, which is the maximum altitude of the J-5... or rather, the Soviet-made MiG-17 fighter jet.

Hale, who had just reacted above, saw that the sneak attack had failed and a smug, wicked smile crept across his face. He said contemptuously:

"A bunch of cowards! They actually dared to try and shoot down our U-2! Your planes will never reach that altitude!"

The U2 quickly pulled up the control stick, increasing its altitude and widening the distance between itself and the two J-5 fighters.

It moved so leisurely, like a graceful butterfly, steadily and arrogantly soaring into the sky at an altitude of 20,000 meters, as if proudly overlooking all the secrets of this land.

"Reporting, sir! My aircraft has reached its service ceiling, and the engine is experiencing surge!"

The wingman, Xiao Liang, urgently reported.

At this moment, they were now four thousand meters above the black U-2 aircraft overhead!

On the ground, it's just a matter of stepping on the accelerator, but at an altitude of 10,000 meters where the air is thin, this is a chasm that the J-5 can never overcome.

Fang Xiaotian stared wide-eyed, his teeth clenched so tightly they clicked.

Are we just going to let this son of a bitch swagger around, take pictures on our heads, and slip away?

No!

"Dongliang, you retreat first, I'll fly one last time!"

Fang Xiaotian stopped letting Xiao Liang take the risk and instead pushed the accelerator pedal all the way down, entering a diving posture.

Wingman Xiao Liang watched the lead aircraft's movements in shock, then realized—

This is about using extreme speed to gain height, to achieve a "powered leap"!

This is a matter of life and death!