After flying for a while, Irene told Wang Yu that a radar began to scan them.
The radar warning device can respond to any form of radar waves, even if it is just a civilian low-power radar.
Slightly better fighters will come with their own database, which can distinguish different forms of radar waves and their corresponding radar models.
But the MiG-21 that Wang Yu is currently driving is definitely not good, and Irene doesn’t have the ability either.
Fortunately, this radar wave should only be the ground radar of the airport called "Yongquan".
This Yongquan Airport is a small civil airport. It does not participate in air control. It only turns on the radar when needed to provide guidance for small civilian aircraft at the airport. In normal times, the radar will not be turned on to save power. p>
After switching to the new frequency, Wang Yu successfully contacted the airport control.
"Our radar is on...well, the radar has seen you."
Airport control said to Wang Yu through this frequency: "Report your heading."
The so-called remaining fuel capacity of 0.6 means that his current fighter only has about 600 kilograms of fuel left. For a fighter with a full tank of nearly five tons of fuel, this amount of fuel is obviously very dangerous.<
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When Wang Yu reported this, the controller was unexpectedly stunned.
"Four thousand meters, three hundred and fifty knots, what are you driving?!"
He immediately asked in the channel.
Yongquan Airport is a small civil airport. Most of the aircraft parked inside are small private aircraft, such as the Cessna 172. The maximum flight speed is only 160 knots and the maximum ceiling is about 4,000 meters.
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In other words, this air traffic control usually only guides propeller aircraft.
As a result, this time he suddenly heard an airplane flying towards the airport at an altitude of 4,000 meters at a speed of 350 knots, and he immediately lost control.
"Uh..." Wang Yu hesitated, "I drive...well, a jet."
The other party was obviously silent for a moment, as if he was saying something to others. After a while, he confirmed with Wang Yu: "The runway of our airport is only a little over one thousand meters. Are you sure you can land on the runway of our airport?" p>
Well, jets are no surprise either.
There are also private jets, such as Gulfstream.
Wang Yu did a little calculation in his mind. If he touches the ground quickly, this distance should be enough.
"Can land."
"That's good. Keep the current heading. You are still seventeen nautical miles away from our airport. Your altitude is a bit high and your speed is a bit fast. You can lower it appropriately and prepare to land."
"Does your airport have a landing guidance function?"
"Without those things, we are just a small airport and can only conduct visual approaches."
Well, Wang Yu himself doesn’t have much hope for this.
Fortunately, he is very skilled and has no problem with entering the market visually.
He did not lower the altitude, but continued to maintain it at this altitude. Anyway, this airspace was very free, and there were no aircraft within dozens of nautical miles around it, so the control was naturally not strict.
According to the current speed, it only took Wang Yu a few minutes to fly into the range where he could directly see the airport.
To be precise, it is Erin's visual range.
She reported the exact location of the airport to Wang Yu, so Wang Yu contacted airport control via radio and reported the visual inspection.
The other party told him that there were no other planes on the take-off and landing route and he could decide the landing time by himself.
The good weather environment ensures a safe landing.
Only then did Wang Yu begin to reduce his altitude and speed.
At this time, the fighter's fuel capacity is just enough to support the fighter's smooth landing on the ground.
For safety reasons, he could no longer enter the final landing before landing, so he directly followed Eileen's instructions and cut straight onto the landing route, pointing the nose of the plane directly at the runway and starting the approach.
The fighter plane flew forward a little further, and then Wang Yu directly sighted the airport area.
Yongquan Airport is built on the seaside, running east-west.
It was indeed a small airport, with only one asphalt runway and an apron no larger than a stadium.
Wang Yu really didn't have any expectations. After all, there was always the same person communicating with him in the control center.
At any serious large airport, approach control, tower control and ground control are jointly responsible for aircraft safety.
At this small airport, one person basically takes care of all the tasks.
For Wang Yu, landing, a relatively difficult process in flight, is not a problem. He has practiced it many times on the simulator, so landing at this time is considered a breeze.
Aim the nose of the aircraft towards the runway, stabilize the appropriate angle of attack, and control the aircraft's descent rate by adjusting the throttle back and forth.
The fighter plane maintained a stable glide path and a stable speed, and slowly approached the ground.
Eileen is always reporting to Wang Yu the height of the fighter plane from the ground.
"Flap landing position."
Wang Yu opened the flaps to provide the fighter with more lift at low speeds.
"Expand the landing gear."
The cover under the belly of the fuselage is opened, and the front three-point landing gear is slowly lowered and fixed.
"The wheel brake hydraulic pressure is normal."
After a series of inspections - of course Irene was responsible for most of them - the landing work was ready to be completed.
At this time, the staff at Yongquan Airport finally saw the true face of the Lushan plane that was about to land.
As a result, the staff at the airport who were ready to welcome him immediately became spartan.
Tapered air intake, delta wing, long fuselage...
No matter how you look at it, this thing is a fighter jet!
And there seems to be something hanging under the wing, with a cone in front of the cylinder... Isn't this the legendary rocket nest?
The controller thought of the "civilian aircraft" that this guy said when he called for help, and suddenly wanted to curse.
You fucking call this a civilian aircraft?!
Why does it look like it came from a battlefield?
Good guy, no wonder the speed and altitude reported to me before were so strange.
The pilot who was inspecting a Cessna 172 on the tarmac looked at the jet fighter flying close by and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
The noise of the jet engine can be clearly heard even on the tarmac.
He looked at the propeller plane next to him, and a sense of frustration suddenly arose.
They all fly airplanes. At first glance, their gadgets are much more powerful than my own. Should I sell this small airplane and build a jet-type one for fun?
Under the watchful eye of the airport staff, this MiG-21 fighter with a completely different style flew steadily through the extended area of the runway, and then landed steadily at the touchdown area. The rear two-point landing gear first touched the runway and wiped the ground.
There was a burst of smoke.
The speed brake is raised, the engine is retracted to the idle position, and the wheel brakes are pressed to slow down.
After gliding for a moment with the nose raised in this posture, the nose landing gear of the fighter jet touched the ground.
Finally, when it was approaching the end of the runway, the speed of the fighter plane finally dropped to the taxiing speed on the ground.
Using up the entire runway is the greatest respect for the runway builder.JPG
MiG-21 adjusted its direction and left the runway from the taxiway.
The steady landing won the applause of the airport staff. After all, they usually watch some small planes take off and land, and those with propellers are not even as gentle and smooth as this jet.
The staff waiting next to the refueling truck on the tarmac looked at the fighter plane and scratched their heads.