There was chaos in the cabin of the RC135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft. After receiving the report from the technicians, the captain, Major Mieri Bill, immediately clapped his hands and shouted to the pilot in the cockpit: "Karl, this may be a collision, turn around."
Head east, climb to an altitude of 16,000 meters, and actively avoid him.
"Yes, Mr. Captain!" The pilot didn't even look back and gestured directly behind him.
"Regier, try to contact the other party and show him that we have no ill intentions!"
"Linda, prepare an emergency plan and clean up confidential information, just in case."
"Aili, report our situation to your superiors."
"Attention everyone, carry your own parachute bag and secure yourself properly."
The captain, Major Mierry Beale, quickly made response measures in accordance with emergency regulations and issued orders one by one.
The nose of the RC135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft raised slightly and began to climb rapidly. Due to the relationship between acceleration and elevation, all the people in the cabin were tightly fixed in their seats without saying a word.
A piston-propeller fighter plane followed closely behind.
The RC135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft plans to use the flying altitude to actively avoid the P51 "Mustang".
The ceiling of the P51 "Mustang" can only reach 12,700 meters, while the RC135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft can reach about 15,000 meters. Although it has no weapons, it can use the height to render this old World War II king powerless, even with the use of meter-high anti-aircraft machine guns and close-range weapons.
There is no guarantee that air-to-air missiles can shoot down the opponent at an altitude of 3,000 meters.
"We have no way to contact each other. The other party's radio is silent and there is no signal at all."
"Accelerate. We need to go faster. Did you see the machine guns on the opponent's wings? They must have been modified. They are really fast."
"That's right! Major Mieri, look at it, its speed has exceeded the design standards of North American Airlines and is close to the speed of a jet fighter. Oh my God, is this a piston-powered aircraft?"
"I know, young man, you knew something was wrong as soon as you saw the other party coming towards us so actively, Regier. Send a signal through the international emergency frequency, saying that we have no malicious intentions and please stop attacking."
Major Mierry Beale stared closely at the altimeter and continued to climb upwards. His body could clearly feel the overload and he pressed himself tightly into his seat. Four TF33-P-9 turbofan engines from Pratt & Whitney.
Nearly 100% power was erupted, and the roar of the engine filled the entire cabin. All crew members remained quiet, waiting for the captain and pilot to get everyone through the crisis.
This is not a joke, nor is it an exercise. A fighter jet is coming towards them. Even if it is an old model from World War II, it is still capable of shooting them down.
"Damn it, the opponent climbed 7,000 meters and his speed still hasn't slowed down! He must have replaced the engine with a more powerful one."
The technicians who were tracking the "Mustang" couldn't help but curse out loud. The friendly and avoidance signals sent by the aircraft were as if they were lost in the ocean, and the P51 simply ignored them when they took the initiative to identify themselves and issued warnings.
"He seems to be a veteran. Thinking about what happened eleven years ago, this guy is here for revenge. Everyone, be careful. If an accident occurs, be sure to protect yourself."
The captain, Major Mieri Bill, felt a chill in his heart. This guy driving the "Mustang" was completely unconventional. If he were an official pilot of the [Chinese] Air Force, most of them would be expelled directly according to the defense regulations.
Go out and not come over so aggressively.
The picture turned by the optical equipment, the black muzzle between the left and right wings, proves that this "Mustang" is definitely not a civilian toy, and its origin is unknown.
The major of the US Navy only guessed half of it right. This airspace is not the business area that Lin Mo is responsible for, and the dragon knight from another world will not follow so many rules dogmatically.
"The altitude is 12,000, and the opponent is still 3,000 meters away! The opponent is almost reaching the theoretical limit height."
Major Mieri Bill finally breathed a sigh of relief. Piston fighter jets chased jet-engine aircraft, which had a natural power disadvantage.
By the time the "Mustang" reached an altitude of 12,000 meters, their RC135 reconnaissance aircraft had already reached a safe altitude of 15,000 meters.
"The target altitude is 13,000 meters, and the speed has not slowed down. Oh my God! 13,500! Carl, Carl, don't stop, keep climbing, get higher!"
The technician responsible for tracking the P51 "Mustang" couldn't help but exclaimed. As a fighter jet produced in his own country, he naturally knew the performance parameters of this fighter jet, but 13,500 meters still couldn't stop the opponent's climbing speed. What the hell,
Or a piston fighter?
"I'm already accelerating! Don't move, everyone!" Carl, the pilot in the cockpit, pulled the joystick again and controlled the plane to continue climbing.
The RC135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft cannot rise infinitely, and it also has altitude restrictions. All members of the aircraft organization can only pray that before the RC135 reaches the upper limit of flight altitude, the opponent will not have enough power in advance and will be unable to continue climbing.
"This thing is not a P51! This thing is not a P51!"
Major Mierry Beale's face turned pale, he clasped his hands together and prayed to God.
God, at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, the thin cockpit cover of the P51 "Mustang" can't block the low pressure and low temperature at high altitude. Is it a human or a robot sitting here?! It's simply a devil!
The thermometer outside the cabin showed that it had reached minus 41 degrees, which is more than 10,000 meters, which is the height that the "Mustang" can reach.
"Everyone, please note that the target is still 1,500 meters away from us and 5,500 meters away."
"Haha, I saw it. The plane started to emit black smoke, the combustion was incomplete, and the piston engine failed."
The optical equipment immediately transmitted the captured images into the cabin. When the crew saw the LCD screen, relief smiles finally appeared on their faces. The difference in engine technology finally showed up. P51 "Mustang" cockpit
Black smoke began to gradually emit from the front exhaust port, indicating that the engine power was declining.
"The altitude difference is 1,000 meters. Damn it, God, it's still getting closer. What kind of plane is it at a distance of 3,500 meters?"
But in their eyes, the crazy "Mustang" showed no signs of slowing down at all, and instead got closer.
"This, this is an altitude of 15,000 meters! Is it equipped with a jet engine?" Major Mieri Bill's pupils were widened in a wide circle.
A four-engine jet aircraft was actually chased to an altitude of 15,000 meters by an ancient piston propeller aircraft. There is no crazier scene in the world than this.
In fact, the power of the P51 "Mustang"'s piston engine has begun to decline at an altitude of 8,000 meters. According to common sense, it will be over if it can fly to 12,000 meters. But add a giant dragon with a void magnetic field, and the nature
It completely turned its head. This thing did not climb by pushing back the airflow, but because of the void magnetic field, the repulsive gravity of the earth pushed the P51 "Mustang" out of the atmosphere.
The newly installed double-layer one-piece tempered glass canopy fits tightly, and the cockpit wall is filled with insulation material. Even if it is affected by low temperature, it will not be any problem for the Dragon Knight's A+ physique.
"Boss! The target altitude is 14,600 meters!" the technician responsible for staring at the P51 "Mustang" said with a bitter tone.
All the crew members in the cabin of the RC135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft looked ashen. They looked out the portholes and saw a colorful P51 "Mustang" with the very familiar figure of the World War II ace fighter jet rushing lightly from their left wing.
Go up and appear at this impossible height.
"Sir Mieri, our altitude is now 16,700 meters, what the hell are we going to keep climbing! What is that?" The pilot, who was concentrating on flying the plane in the cockpit, was just about to report the situation when he saw an incredible scene from the cockpit window.
Have the gods descended? Can this old guy climb to this height?
The pilot was surprised and in disbelief. He turned on multiple altitude measuring devices and looked out the window at the ground. Yes, it was at least an altitude of 15,000 meters.
"The target is back, quickly, lower the altitude quickly."
The P51 "Mustang" was almost on top of the RC135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft, and a clear shadow of the aircraft could even be seen reflected on the wing. At such a close distance, an alarm sounded in the cabin.
The crew members were all stunned. What kind of plane was this?
It must be wearing a "wild horse".
I have worked so hard to climb to this height, but I can't compete with an old-fashioned airplane, and I even got crushed. Don't mention this.
"Damn it, Carl! Knock him away!" Major Mieri Beale was heartbroken. He was the captain and he was responsible for the entire crew. He was suppressed at high altitude by an aircraft that looked like a P51 Mustang.
, what will happen next, anything is possible.
"Yes, sir!" The pilot of the RC135 reconnaissance aircraft, while confirming Lin Mo's position, quickly pulled the flaps, adjusted the tail rudder, and pressed the control stick to the right.
As if in despair, the RC135 reconnaissance plane suddenly sank down, its left wing rose, its right wing sank, and it turned sideways at a large angle. Its huge wings swatted at the P51 "Mustang" like a fly swatter!