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

"Commander! You can't take such a risk, come back quickly!"

The wingman's calls couldn't bring back the lead plane, which had already made up its mind.

After diving at high speed for a while, Fang Xiaotian saw that the speed on the instrument panel had reached the critical value, and finally pulled the control stick sharply, raising the nose of the aircraft high.

Under the immense inertia, the J-5 fighter jet, like a stone on a parabola, broke through the design ceiling of the Soviet-made MiG-17 and charged towards the black reconnaissance aircraft at an altitude of 20,000 meters!

Sixteen thousand five...

Seventeen thousand...

Seventeen thousand five...

The J-5's fuselage was shaking violently, its aerodynamics were almost completely lost, rows of red lights lit up on the instrument panel, and the control stick was swinging wildly from side to side completely out of control.

"Commander! Commander!"

At this moment, Fang Xiaotian was pressed tightly against the seat, his vision began to darken due to lack of oxygen, and the canopy was covered with frost, making it impossible for him to see any target at all.

As the air becomes thinner, the intake of the engine turbine decreases sharply, and the surge phenomenon becomes more and more serious.

Until a loud "bang!", the engine stalled in mid-air and completely shut down.

The red lights on the instrument panel inside the cockpit dimmed instantly.

The machine gun button also stopped responding.

Fang Xiaotian cursed angrily. He charged forward with the mindset of certain death, but he was still one step behind.

The J-5's performance... is simply insufficient to perform such difficult tactical maneuvers.

But then, something amazing happened.

His wingman, Xiao Liang, excitedly shouted over the radio, "It's turning around! The enemy plane has turned around! The U-2 reconnaissance plane has changed course and is fleeing north!"

North...

Fang Xiaotian finally smiled with relief; they were just over 100 kilometers north when they crossed the border.

It seems that U-2 is really panicked, afraid that it will encounter this kind of reckless fighting again in the next reconnaissance mission, so it has decided to run away as the best of the thirty-six stratagems!

But before they could even celebrate for a few seconds, the J-5 fighter jet, having lost lift at high altitude, began to stall and then tumbled and crashed to the ground like a falling leaf.

In the wingman's plane, Xiao Liang hurriedly shouted, "Sir, pull him up! Quickly, pull him up!"

The navigator on the ground heard the urgent sound over the radio and knew that the lead aircraft was in a critical situation.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the plotting table, watching the fighter jet's trajectory as it descended. The only sound was the radar clicking away.

Amidst a dizzying tumble, Fang Xiaotian rallied his spirits, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and replied:

"Two holes, two holes! Engine stalled in mid-air. I will attempt to restart the engine. Please stay away and maintain a safe distance!"

Xiao Liang shouted urgently, "Sir, don't restart the engine, parachute out now!"

But Fang Xiaotian refused, stubbornly insisting on taking the plane back.

Boom—Crack!

Each restart attempt failed, and the massive turbojet engine plummeted downwards with a muffled thud.

As the atmospheric pressure gradually increased, the suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen eased somewhat. Fang Xiaotian reported to his superior: "The fighter jet has entered a spin."

The ground navigator shouted, "Hole 1, change it out! Change it out with the putt!"

The squad leader snatched the walkie-talkie, "Old Fang, jump! I'm ordering you to jump!"

From the wingman's window, the lead plane looked like a withered leaf, tumbling and falling against the deep blue sky.

The immense centrifugal force held the captain firmly in his seat, rendering him powerless to eject, especially since he was prepared to die with the plane and himself.

Fang Xiaotian had just recovered from the lack of oxygen when his vision went dark again—a blackout caused by the fighter jet's severe overload.

He gritted his teeth and let the fighter jet crash into the Gobi Desert in free fall.

He wanted to make one last desperate attempt.

He wanted to gamble on whether the Soviet-made MiG-17 could be restored to power.

13,000 meters high...

Height 11,000...

Nine thousand meters high...

Outside the cockpit, the wind howled.

Fang Xiaotian ignored the calls over the radio. His mind raced through a series of past events, and finally, he gently patted the control lever on his old buddy and sighed.

"Dong Liang, in my closet in the dormitory, there is a package of military uniforms, trousers, hats, shoes, and socks issued by the army. If I am killed, please distribute them to the comrades in the team who are in the most need. There is also a set of cotton-padded clothes; please help me send them to my family."

"There is a savings book under my pillow. Over the years, I have saved a total of 487 yuan. I left 100 yuan for my family and gave 25 yuan to each of the four comrades in the team who were in need."

"Please consider the remaining 287 yuan as my final payment and pass it on to the branch on my behalf."

"Dongliang, you are an excellent pilot. If I cannot return, please continue forward and see for me what the skies that this generation has fought so hard to protect will look like in the future..."

The wingman in the distance swooped down alongside the out-of-control fighter jet, which weighed several tons, and circled around and around in frustration.

Xiao Liang raised his head and roared, "God, have mercy!"

When the altitude drops to four thousand meters.

Fang Xiaotian seemed to sense something.

Is it a sonic boom that roars and howls?

Is that the tearing roar of a turbocharged engine?

Is it a control lever that's stuck in cement and can't move?

Or was it a crack in the cabin window caused by extreme cold and severe overload?

No, neither!

Fang Xiaotian gasped for breath, forcing himself to calm down, and calmly thought for about ten seconds on the edge of life and death.

I'd heard before that when a person is on the verge of death, they can unleash energy dozens of times their own strength. Now, Fang Xiaotian's brain felt like it had gone through a thousand spins.

That's right, breathing!

I can breathe deeply now!

It's oxygen!

Finally, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a ferocious expression that even the gods would fear.

He instinctively grabbed the control lever, pulled it up hard with his almost frozen hands, and restarted the engine at the same time.

Boom! Bang!

The battered turbojet engine, like a frail old man, suddenly roared to life with a violent cough that was almost a spasm.

Fresh, cold air filled the air intake again, and the J-5 fighter jet, trailing a long white smoke, finally managed to raise its nose with difficulty when it was still two kilometers away from the Gobi Desert.

"Well done, old buddy!"

Fang Xiaotian, who had narrowly escaped death, shouted excitedly, quickly increased the throttle, pulled the control stick sharply, and stepped on the right rudder. He first made an emergency climb at an angle, then did a half somersault and several rolls, and finally stabilized the out-of-control fuselage.

The nearest helipad is located at the camp of the Third Division of the Dongfeng Base.

After the two J-5s landed one after the other, the two pilots who came out of the cockpit received a hero's welcome, and everyone crowded around them as they came out of the runway.

Fang Xiaotian pushed aside the medic who was about to examine him and grabbed his old comrade-in-arms Tian Fulin by the shoulder, asking:

"Damn, we almost shot that bastard down this time! Our fighter jets are terrible; they go out of control as soon as they get a little high! Looks like we'll have to rely on your missiles to take down the U-2!"

Instructor Tian nodded repeatedly, "That's right, only missiles can intimidate a U-2 reconnaissance plane. But you've done a great job this time; your reckless tactics scared them so much they turned back, and they didn't even have time to take pictures. But you can't do that again, it's too dangerous!"

The wingman, Xiao Liang, muttered, "Yeah, sir. If it weren't for your good luck and the proper maintenance of the fighter jet, you might have really been killed in action. If we encounter a U-2 again, I'm absolutely not letting you fly it again..."

Fang Xiaotian glared at him. "You little captain, you dare to tell me what to do?"

Xiao Liang had no choice but to shut up, feeling rather embarrassed.

Then, Fang Xiaotian turned his head, glared at Tian Fulin, and asked, "Old Tian, ​​your Dongfeng Base has been established for several years now, when are you going to be able to develop a surface-to-air missile? U-2 reconnaissance planes are always hovering overhead like they're taking a stroll. Aren't you ashamed? I am ashamed, aren't I?"

To everyone's surprise, Instructor Tian chuckled and said, "Surface-to-air missiles... everything is ready now, we just need the right opportunity!"

"Dongfeng? What are you up to, kid? Don't beat around the bush, just say what you want to say."

Tian Fulin then spoke frankly, "Since you, Old Fang, have flown here in person, I won't beat around the bush. Right now, the test firing of Red Chess No. 1 is in need of a live target. Would you be interested in playing the role?"