Chapter 11 Come Out, My Fire Controller

Chapter 11 - Come out, my fire controller

The tragic scene in front of him made Chekov curse on the spot.

Just now, a fire extinguisher cylinder flew past his forehead and almost died with it.

This is fate. It is either early or late. If you want to eat in this industry, you must have this awareness. There is no choice.

Two MiG-28s and a pilot died before they could achieve their goals, but the battle was not over. Fortunately, the second batch of A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft escaped by chance because they arrived one step late.

Squadron leader Chekov not only lost his MiG wingman, but also lost the fire controller of the turboprop aircraft.

No one will clasp their hands together and advise this big bear to smoke less, drink less, and have a regular life.

Even pilots cannot escape the fate of being tools. They must be able to fly jets and tinker with turboprops. Multi-talent is a must. Military contractors can let the jet fighters at the bottom of the box idle, but they will not let pilots go to waste for a long time. After all, good pilots need to accumulate hours and have a certain amount of flight training to maintain their condition. Otherwise, if they take off in a hurry, their performance may not be much better than those rookies.

"Big Mouth Monster" is equivalent to an advanced trainer to some extent. It is just right for maintaining the feel, and the cockpit layout is similar to the MiG-28, which is also NATO standard.

This is why the 911 Air Crew Base chose two fake MiGs instead of the equally cheap real MiGs. At least when switching operating habits and data link docking, there is no need to worry about different standards and specifications, and it can easily form a high-low configuration with high cost performance.

The golden dragon that broke into the business area of ​​911 Air Force Base and fired dragon thorns dozens of kilometers away was not in an unmanned area. At least four fighter jets were entangled with this crazy killing dragon. They came from other air bases and chased it all the way here.

Although the waiting apron was in a mess, with the wreckage of MiG-28 and ground crew scattered everywhere, flames scattered everywhere, and choking smoke billowing up, it did not affect the five "Big Mouth Monster" turboprop aircraft of the second echelon. They took an unusual route and directly crossed the grass and entered the take-off and landing runway near the apron.

Even if this 1,500-meter main runway was destroyed, the neatly trimmed lawn on the side could also be used for temporary emergency take-off and landing. Aircraft that use propellers as a propulsion method are often not picky about the take-off and landing environment.

A moment later, the A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft of the 911 Air Force Base took off in formation one after another and rushed straight to the airspace where the battle was in full swing.

The crisscrossing cannon tracer ballistics and the huge fireballs of missile explosions instantly became more intense.

"Take my sword (power and glory)..."

The silly bear Chekov, who had just shouted and got stuck, was so angry that he jumped on the ground. Before he could finish his heroic words, he found that he was pulled down and was left with only a major. It was simply unreasonable!

The jet wingman pilot and turboprop fire controller had just been really opened up, and his white brain was still gushing out. He died with his eyes open, and there was definitely no way he could get up and fight side by side.

On the takeoff section of the runway, there was only a lonely "big mouth monster", with nowhere to talk about the desolation, but only tears.

The A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft is a two-seat model, and Chekov alone is useless!

Even if one person can fly a plane to fight, it is not as refreshing as two people working together.

On the battlefield, victory or defeat is often decided by a single move, life or death is decided by a second, and dancing with the god of death is just a matter of millimeters. Single-seat aircraft have their own advantages, and two-seat aircraft also have their own advantages, but two fists cannot beat four hands. The latter has more advantages in capturing the best attack opportunity in high-speed maneuvers.

Turboprop fighters have a smaller turning radius than jet fighters. At low altitude and low speed, the maneuvering posture is more flexible. Even against the dragon clan known as the Lord of the Sky, it is not without a fighting force.

After five A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft took off, the entire 911 Air Force Base immediately sounded a shrill air defense alarm.

The fierce air battle has affected the air base on the high ground. The ground crew units that have completed most of the tasks began to retreat and enter safe shelters to avoid unnecessary casualties. After all, the pension is also a large sum of money.

Seeing that the new rookie was still holding the heavy technical manual and was still at a loss, the chief mechanic Xiao Ming hurriedly shouted at him: "Chen Fei, don't stand there stupidly, come with me to the air-raid shelter."

Bullets have no eyes, they will be injured if they touch them, and they will die if they are touched. In the eyes of the dragon, humans are no different from ants.

Especially in the dictionary of the gold dragon, there is no sympathy or kindness at all, and they are the most cruel.

No one dares to guarantee whether the entire air base will still exist later. Maybe the gold dragon will just roll a few lazy donkeys, and all the buildings on the surface will be turned into ruins.

As long as people are there, the base will still be there.

If people are gone, the base will also be gone.

The loss of equipment and materials is nothing more than some money. For the big guys who can contract military bases, they must have no shortage of money. 911 is just one of them.

"I'll be there right away!"

Chen Fei was reluctant to throw away the technical manual in his hand, and looked at the BCDEFGs around him, trying to find a cart to take them all away.

At this time, the big bear Chekov squadron leader returned to the hangar, looking for something.

There were only two or three kittens left in the hangar, and most of the people had evacuated, and they didn't care about the things left behind.

"Who else?!!"

The guy first grumbled, and his eyes fell on Chen Fei the next second. He immediately grinned, took a big step without recognizing his relatives, and rushed over with a wild laugh.

"Boy (zēi), it's you."

"Chekov, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Ming, the chief mechanic, was shocked and angry when he saw this scene. This Slav barbarian clearly had bad intentions.

"..."

Child Chen Fei was confused, and was caught off guard by the squadron leader of the 911 Air Force Base Combat Flight Squadron, who grabbed his neck and dragged him away on the spot.

The bear's paw, like a palm leaf fan, grabbed him right in the middle, just like picking up a chick.

"Put him down, Chekov, come back here!"

Xiao Ming chased after him in a rage.

If he just stood there and let the bear take his people away, how could he lead the team in the future?

I really don't know how a big bear weighing nearly 300 kilograms could run so fast. It threw little Chen Fei on its shoulder and ran away in a few seconds.

The fastest flying in the sky is the Air Force, and the fastest running on the ground is still the Air Force. The ancients were not deceiving me.

When Xiao Jishou rushed to the take-off section of the runway, the only remaining A-39B "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft had already turned its blades, making a huge roar, and he could no longer get close.

When the "kidnapped" Chen Fei finally came to his senses, he was horrified to find that he was somehow stuffed into the cockpit, with a seat belt tied to his body and tightly tied to the seat. When he touched his head, he found that he was wearing a helmet.

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Hey, I want to get off. This is not a plane to the kindergarten!

The old driver in the front seat, who looked hideous, just buckled the canopy tightly, took something out of his crotch, threw it behind him, and then turned his head and laughed wildly and said, "Halaxiao, take a sip. Major Chekov will take you to show off and fly!"

He threw a Patton-style military salute to the mechanic who was a step late and the mechanic who was chasing him outside. Goodbye!

Chen Fei was at a loss as he hurriedly caught the bottle of Blue Star Erguotou, which had a strong smell of Maozi and Niuzi. Could this be the legendary real airplane cup, or a urine bottle?

Ah this! This caliber... is very suspicious!

Σ(°△°|||)︴Chen Fei: Danger! ~

Damn it, this stinky bear is not a good person!

Can you curse?

"Chekov, you bastard, you will die a miserable death, fuck you..."

Bounced and jumped on the ground, Xiao Ming's voice was soon drowned by the roar of the "Big Mouth Monster". Chekov, who was controlling the "Big Mouth Monster" to accelerate, laughed like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

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