Chapter 495: Yalu River! (Ask for a commuter pass) (Page 1/1)

Which theater of war pilots is this?

The technology is simply awesome.

Also, this J-10 fighter seems to be a little weird, and it is not the J-10A 'Raptor' that was once the most familiar.

No one answered the young operator's questions, and he did not dare to ask random questions when he received relevant prompts during this high-secrecy mission.

Secrecy regulations are the most basic and core rules of the military.

In the blink of an eye, streams of aviation fuel poured out from the refueling tank of the bombardment fuel-6, like a turbulent torrent, rushing in the narrow and flexible refueling hose, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, passing through the refueling probe and the metal refueling pipe of the fuselage, and finally entering the internal fuel tank of the fuselage.

"Drop!"

An electronic prompt sound spread throughout the interior space of the teardrop-shaped glass cockpit, the avionics screen showed a Chinese character prompt that was being refueled, the on-board fuel data rose steadily, jumping from 20% to 21%, and the S-10C omnidirectional vector engine steadily output power.

As aviation fuel increases, overall flight performance and maneuverability decrease.

The central computer of the J-10D 'Fire Dragon' avionics system obtains its own weight change data through sensors all over the fuselage, and automatically corrects the flight attitude after calculation, adjusts the flaperon system, and maintains a stable connection with the H-6 tanker.

Time passed slowly, and eight minutes later, the in-flight refueling ended, and the J-10D onboard fuel data returned to 100% full fuel.

"No. 012, I'm Hulu No. 1, the air refueling operation has ended, terminate refueling, and allow disconnection." On the radio, the mission commander steadily controlled the aviation monster weighing dozens of tons, with a solemn and serious face, and gave orders.

"Received 012, disconnected, thank you very much, goodbye."

Zhou Hai, who was waiting quietly, thanked him softly and stared ahead with his eyes.

Hold the joystick with your right hand, regain control of the fighter, click the virtual switch on the left side of the screen to disarm the automatic flight mode, turn off the refueling pipe lock, control the fighter to disconnect from the H-6, and fly away to the right according to the regulations.

"Goodbye, 012, you're amazing."

No inquiry, only a word of farewell and praise.

Tonight's high-secrecy flight mission has a different feeling for the entire crew.

"Boom!"

The sharp and high-pitched engine scream resounded all around, and the J-10D roared away, dragging the blue high-temperature tail flame, shuttling through the darkness, bidding farewell to the H-6 tanker, and heading straight to the border line located at the northern end of the country.

Target, northeast direction!

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The full moon is like a mirror, and the starry sky is bright.

Two hours later, the J-10D flew over the north of the capital, across the 1.183 million square kilometers of northern steppes, to the northernmost area bordering Russia's 4,300-kilometer airspace border, strictly maintaining a distance of 10 kilometers.

The farther north you go, the colder it gets.

At the top of the northeast in early September, snow is flying on the ground, and the temperature has dropped below freezing.

"It's back again, Yang Miao and Han Aya should still be tossing in their freshman year, learning the basic course, the master may be leading the beginner students, I don't know how you are doing."

Stepping into the Northeast region, Zhou Hai's eyes were deep and vast, and through the cockpit glass, he silently looked at the night scene of the surrounding area, and his mind was flooded with thoughts.

Located in the northeast, Spring City is empty, a haunting place.

It was there that he began his journey as a pilot.

The 502 dormitory of Kongda has the first comrade-in-arms in his life, Yang Miao, the third generation of Salted Fish Red.

The empty big female flying team belongs to the same kind of people who have the dream of the blue sky.

Of course, there is also the Dancheng secret training base located at the northern end, which taught him to learn to fly - Li Fu.

"Buzz!"

About ten minutes after arriving at the border line of the two countries' airspace, the roar of the engine was heard in the northern night sky, and a cutting-edge fighter belonging to the Russian Aerospace Forces flew at great speed, dragging orange-red hot tail teeth at the tail end, like a noble and elegant swan, sliding out of a beautiful arc, and finally changed out of the border line and maintained level flight.

"Sure enough, it's Su-35, number 108."

Zhou Hai came back to his senses, gathered his thoughts, and looked at the appearance of the fighter ten kilometers away with the help of moonlight, and basically determined the model.

The tall twin vertical tails, the rounded and slender fuselage, the unique aerodynamic layout of the central lifting body, the sky blue paintwork, the glass cockpit reflecting the moonlight, and the two 117S binary vector turbofan engines that emit tail flames.

The combination of all this constitutes a masterpiece of Sukhoi with quasi-fourth-generation standards - the Su-35 heavy air superiority fighter.

Lao Maozi is not a poor Tajikistan that can't even uncover the pot, the Air Force does not even have a fixed-wing fighter, and its combat effectiveness is pitiful.

The high-performance ground-to-air detection radar deployed in the Far East can easily detect the J-10D with the exposed side, and the Su-35 fighter, which symbolizes the high-end war force, is dispatched to carry out the accompanying flight alert mission, which is just a drizzle.

The military power, which has long been ranked second in the world, is no joke.

"Huh?"

Carefully observing the Su-35 fighter with the number 108, I saw that the pilot Mao Zi in the cockpit gave a thumbs up with his right hand to show his friendship, and the whole person smiled slightly, and in silence, he also gave a thumbs up.

Although the opposing pilot could not see the thumb at all at a distance of ten kilometers, it was etiquette.

There was no public channel to communicate with the Maozi pilots, and everything followed the requirements of the Ring Flight mission.

"If the Su-35 is replaced with fourth-generation avionics and active phased array radar, coupled with an omnidirectional axisymmetric vector engine and optical transmission, tsk, the picture is not too beautiful." Looking at the Su-35 that was flying steadily, Zhou Hai touched his chin, his mind was wide open, and he thought with interest.

Fourth-generation avionics, omnidirectional vectoring, optical control, coupled with the aerodynamic layout of the central lifting body of the core of the entire family, and the natural advantages of heavy aircraft, this Su-35, which can be called the ultimate magic modification form, has risen in comprehensive combat effectiveness, approaching the fourth-generation aircraft.

It's a pity that this is just thinking about it in my head, and it can't happen at all.

The night is getting deeper, and the moon is bright.

The J-10D 'Fire Dragon' and Maozi Su-35 flew together along the border between the two countries, and time gradually lost minute by minute, and the progress of the circumferential flight mission and flight duration increased steadily.

12000 km!

13,000 km!

14,000 km!

15,000 km!

From the top of the introspection to the black province, and finally to the southern end of Ji province.

On the way, after a night refueling in the air, receiving the blessing of milk from the bombardment of the Tank-6 in the northern theater, and replenishing fuel, the J-10D flew more than 100 kilometers north of the Dancheng training base, crossing the 4,300-kilometer border between the two countries, and saying goodbye to the Su-35, which had been flying silently with him.

The whole process is calm and calm.

Under the attention of reconnaissance satellites and ground radars, Zhou Hai controlled the J-10D and continued to fly along the border line at the southern tip of Ji Province, experiencing the Yalu River, a river that the volunteers had stepped on that year.

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