PDLP Chapter 630 What? He jumped into the sea himself?
Chapter 630 What? He jumped into the sea himself?
"Turn around! Turn around!"
The squadron leader was manipulating the aircraft's control stick so skillfully that the P2V-7U flew through the air in an "S" shape.
"Descent! 50 meters! 50 meters! Let's fly close to the waves!"
The P2V-7U flew out in a "B" shape in mid-air.
"Hahaha! You idiot! You flew too far again! I'll make sure your machine guns can't even fire!"
The squadron leader looked up at the two J-5 fighters that had rushed past him again, his face contorted with rage.
"Squad leader, great job!"
"Our squadron leader truly deserves to be the number one in our Black Rat Squadron!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Turn the jamming device up to full power! Pilot, get on the helm with me! Navigator, what's our altitude now?!"
Yes, that's how modern airplanes are. If the pilot is focused on the control rudder in front of them, they don't have the energy to pay attention to other parameters. They need someone to assist them. The P2V-7U is actually a medium-sized aircraft, so it's not that easy to handle.
Hearing the squadron leader's shout, the operator in the cabin looked at the smoking control panel in front of him, twitched the corner of his mouth, and did his best to turn the jammer's button to the maximum setting.
I don't care about all that. Anyway, I've done the job. Whether it works or not, we'll see!
The navigator was also a little frustrated looking at the terrain matching radar, as the altitude indicator was still stuck at 100 meters. He couldn't help but carefully tap the screen in front of him.
The screen flickered for a moment, but the value remained at 100 meters...
"Navigator! Altitude!"
The navigator panicked: "100 meters!"
"Hmm? Still 100? Keep dropping!"
The squadron leader stood up abruptly, pressing his face against the windshield until it was as flat as a pancake: "If you just came from here, you should adjust your course by 5 degrees..."
The actual pilot stared blankly at the altimeter on the control panel: "Damn it, is the radar wrong or is the altimeter wrong? We're only 60 meters up!"
Before he could react, the squadron leader shouted again, "Rudder! Rudder! Continue to descend, turn in 3 seconds!"
"3..."
"Squadron Captain!"
"Excuting an order!"
"1!"
"Kick!"
The pilot didn't have time to think and instinctively followed the squadron leader's instructions, causing the entire aircraft to trace an arc and deviate abruptly from its original course.
"Ha! Just like that, we've dodged another interception! Hang in there! Three more times like this, and we'll be home!"
The squadron leader felt the machine begin to move as he had planned and nodded approvingly. Even in his busy schedule, he didn't forget to encourage his team members, truly living up to his title as squadron leader.
pity……
This set of graceful movements earned the following evaluation from the radar operator of "KJ-1":
"Report! Enemy planes are flying around erratically! And it feels like they're provoking us!"
Yes, they're flying around!
From an altitude of 5000 meters, the KJ-1 airborne early warning and control aircraft looked like a headless fly running around aimlessly.
The P2V-7U's maneuverability was originally quite effective against jet aircraft, given their speed; even a slight adjustment to the rudder could have drastically different outcomes. However, this maneuverability proved ineffective against the Tu-4, which traveled at similar speeds.
Everyone slow down. If you go east, I'll never go west. Hey, I'm just watching you perform your shamanistic ritual. Come on, try turning around again...
Hey, you actually did it! You've really mastered low-speed turning. Too bad, all that effort you put into turning around, all I need to do is adjust the rudder...
The radar operator watched the aircraft's flight path projected onto the screen—an S and a B. Although he didn't understand the specific meaning of the shape, he felt that the other party was mocking him.
"Team leader! Stop beating around the bush, just shoot them down! Why have the J-5s try to persuade them to surrender?" The radar operator was inexplicably angry.
Well, it's definitely not because I figured out the meaning of those two characters, it's just that it's too hot!
It's so hot it's making me restless!
"Hmm...it seems the enemy is quite resolute this time. The J-5 fighters have been calling out for so long without a response. Have they run into a rare tough guy?"
The team leader rubbed his chin, somewhat regretfully: "There must be a lot of good stuff on this plane. If we let Xiao Jiang take it back, who knows what kind of brilliant ideas he'll come up with!"
"Forget it, let's ask the navy where they are. If they're about the same distance, let's shoot them down!"
Well, these comrades don't know yet that the valve radiation generated by that massive pulse burst just now not only burned the internal circuitry of what they thought was a missile but was actually a "firebee reconnaissance aircraft" to a complete mess.
The passive radar of the P2V-7U was also destroyed, and the smoke from the circuitry caused by the passive radar led to a malfunction in the entire electronic system. After all, the passive radar was a crucial component of the entire electronic system; its failure had far-reaching consequences. This analogy perfectly applies to the situation.
When the Bald Eagles withdrew, they still showed some camaraderie by notifying the P2V-7U, but the P2V-7U's electronic equipment malfunctioned and the connection was lost.
The J-5 fighter jets flying overhead also repeatedly called for the P2V-7U to surrender via radio. Only then did the J-5s show mercy and refrain from firing a full-scale attack and bringing them down.
Or do you really think our warplanes are just for show?
On the northern battlefield, how many bald eagles did the old J-5 fighter jets shoot down? Have you counted them?
Hmph! We're giving you a way out, and if you don't take it, don't blame us for disregarding our kinship!
"All aircraft, abandon the surrender offer. Attack directly!"
"J-5, acknowledgment... Cannon ready, fire control radar activated!"
"J-6, caliber! 'Big Cannon No. 2' ready! Fire control radar activated! Cooling systems activated for both 'Big Cannon No. 2' missiles!"
"J-6? When did you catch up?!"
"Hehehe, the medals of honor are beckoning us again. It would be foolish to fall behind!"
The three J-5 fighters were very envious of their J-6 comrades, especially when they heard the J-6 say, "Big Cannon No. 2, cooling system activated," which was really exciting!
Hey, why can't the J-5 carry that...?
However, before they could finish expressing their envy, they heard the command center issue new instructions.
"J-6s take off! Clear the airspace, J-5s, use your cannons to attack, try to hit the wings of the enemy aircraft!"
Ah, ha!
Even ordinariness has its advantages; this battle achievement is ours!
The J-5 fighters turned their aircraft around with glee. They had only been trying to persuade the rat to surrender, but now that the attack order had been given, they were ready to take two shots in one go!
Advance along the enemy's route!
Flying and flying, huh? Did that big rat turn around again? How come I didn't notice?
But don't worry, there are eyes in the sky watching over us!
"Air raid sergeant, air raid sergeant, no target detected on the original route, please plan a new route..."
"Uh... comrade, no need for planning. But just to be safe, let's fly towards XXX, XXX direction. Slow down and keep an eye on the sea!"
"Eh? What's going on?"
"Uh, the radar shows...maybe, perhaps...they fell into the sea themselves..."
"What!"