Chapter 558 This time you fly

Everyone then realized that so much time had passed.

The whole process sounds simple, but Gao Zhendong actually spent a long time explaining and drawing pictures, but everyone was interested in listening.

It seems that what Gao Zhendong has come up with is really attractive, no matter how people evaluate its current feasibility.

Because it is new and systematic, the logic from technology to application is self-consistent.

This point alone is enough for everyone to listen patiently. If you miss this opportunity, you may never have it again. Regardless of whether its ideas and technical choices are actually reasonable, the analysis from cause to effect is worth everyone's deep consideration.

After hearing the words of the Defense Work Committee leader, no one had time to think deeply about what Gao Zhendong meant by "not enough time". Instead, everyone felt a sense of regret that the conversation was interrupted.

Not enough! Not enough!
Fortunately, judging from the arrangements made by the National Defense Committee and the Air Force, this meeting will not be considered over unless things are said in detail and Gao Zhendong has not expressed all his opinions. So there is no need to worry, because you can always hear what you want to hear.

As the meeting ended, everyone was still discussing what they had gained today.

"Hmm, interesting. I think this multi-purpose fighter has a bright future."

"Don't say you use it yourself. I think if you take it out, this thing is more popular than the MiG-19 and can do everything.

"I suspect that the camera installed on the nose of the plane can also be used for tactical reconnaissance."

"I think the heavy bomb is more interesting. It's fired from a long distance. A fighter jet can run away, but a bomber can't."

"It sounds good, but can it be realized? The guidance is too complicated."

"Don't look at it as complicated, but coming from that person's mouth, it's hard to say. Maybe it will work."

"Do you know something? Are you so sure?"

"Do you think I can tell you?"

“Oh…oh, oh…”

Everyone in the group was looking forward to continuing to listen to Gao Zhendong's entire train of thought tomorrow.

However, early the next morning, as soon as I arrived at the meeting room, I found that the comrades from the Defense Committee and the Air Force had happy expressions on their faces, but also a bit solemn.

Gao Zhendong also noticed it and wondered what was going on.

In 1961, there seemed to be nothing major that would cause the Defense Work Committee leaders and the Air Force to frown.

Soon, when everyone arrived, the mystery was solved.

"Comrades, just this morning, we shot down another U-2 flying at our attack limit altitude, and the enemy pilot parachuted. Unfortunately, after our fighters completed the attack, the pilot parachuted and is now being searched and rescued."

The whole audience was in an uproar. At this moment, Gao Zhendong thought of some things that he had originally considered to be trivial matters.
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Time goes back a few hours ago, on the other side of the river, to the Black Rat Squadron base.

After the last U-2 was shot down, the boss who had been to the Black Rat Squadron came here again.

At this time, he was in front of a black U-2, encouraging the pilot of the plane.

"Our international friends are still very enthusiastic and generous. After we lost all our U-2s, they quickly dispatched a U-2 from Fuso to us. They gave us the U- without even asking for money."

Hearing this, Captain Black Rat's face twitched.

Damn, it turns out they were buying on credit, or they brought their own dog food.

Originally, I thought that using the excuse of no planes would at least allow my brothers to calm down and stop risking their lives for a short period of time.

I didn't expect that this guy went back and begged for another plane from Citigroup in such a short time, and he even asked for it on credit. If you beg like this, I would be generous too.

At this moment, the squadron leader even had an urge to ask his brothers to just fly the plane over and surrender directly. This job was impossible to do and it was too frustrating. It would be better to have a real fight with real guns.

Risking your life and spending your own money to plot against your own family members for outsiders, this is simply not something a human being should do.

"Brothers quarrel within the walls, but defend against foreign insults." Now everything is fucking reversed.

Before I was dragged here, I heard that my relatives in my hometown had already been allocated land, but I didn't know whether the crops grown on the land would be productive.

Unfortunately, he can only think about this matter.

"Major Fang, this plane arrived so quickly because our friendly forces were anxious about us, so we can't let them down. This time, fly higher so that the enemy can't hit you. You don't have to worry about the SA-2 missiles. We are very well prepared this time. Your flight path will definitely avoid the enemy's missile positions. Everything is under control."

Naturally, their name for the S-75 surface-to-air missile is consistent with that of the Americans.

After saying this, the superior pointed to the black plane behind Major Fang and said, "This time, you will only fly 24,000 kilometers. There is no hard requirement for the reconnaissance effect. The main task is to show the enemy that they can't do anything about our planes."

It sounds nice to say, but it actually means something completely different - "Go and try to see if 24,000 can be beaten down."

You're a pretty damn nice person.

Seeing his superior still earnestly encouraging the pilots on this mission, the squadron leader felt more and more depressed. What the hell are you anxious about? Why should we be anxious? It is obviously the "friendly side" who is more anxious.

However, no matter what the squadron leader was thinking, Major Fang still boarded the plane he had borrowed, flew off the ground in the dim morning light, and flew towards the other side.

What happened next, the first half, was the same as the last time with the U-2, with no difference.

The radar station detected the enemy and reported it immediately.

The Tu-4 aircraft closest to the enemy aircraft took off to prepare for air situation support. At the nearest air force airport, the warplanes that had completed leaping tactics training took off and rushed to the enemy's flank.

But the difference is that this time, the enemy plane flew at 24500 meters.

In order to save his life, Major Fang increased the flight altitude to the limit of the practical ceiling, which was slightly higher than the 24,000 kilometers required by his superiors before departure.

Listening to the wailing alarm in the radar warning device, Major Fang in the U-2 cockpit felt a lot more relaxed than when he first set out.

He was certain that he had been discovered by the enemy's radar. He was very sure of this from the incessant howling of the radar warning device and the very busy but meaningless noise in the radio monitoring equipment because it had not been decrypted.

But what made him feel a little relieved was that more than an hour had passed since he entered the inland airspace, and he still had not been attacked. This showed that this altitude was effective and the other party could not reach him.

Otherwise, based on the distribution of the enemy's air force airports that we have already obtained, such a long time is enough for the enemy's fighter jets to catch up with us.

This was further confirmed by the fact that the warning sound of the radar warning device did not contain the characteristic sound of the enemy fighter's radar.

Although he didn't know what was happening behind him, he basically guessed right.

It was indeed difficult to reach, but the wrong guess was that our fighter jets had actually caught up with him, but the altitude difference was too great and we had not turned on the radar.

"Lushan, the height difference is too great, there is no condition for attack."

Lushan, one of the famous mountains, naturally refers to the airspace command center here.

Among the two Z-6 fighters, the pilot of the lead plane reported to the command center.

Just now, he had tried several times to leap up and launch an attack, but with this height difference, the limited combat slant range of the Thunder-1 made it impossible to meet the attack conditions.

Unlike the last time when the U-2 flew at around 20000 meters, the Z-6 that time, after the leap, basically attacked enemy aircraft at the same altitude. The requirements for grasping the launch opportunity were not too high. Even when the missile was launched, the conditions were met before the Z-6's leap limit was reached.

But this time it was different. The altitude of the enemy aircraft made the launch conditions more demanding. If it was too far, the missile's range would not be enough. If it was too close, the missile's flight distance would not be enough to be thrown that high.

This height difference has reached the limit of the missile's combat capability. The Z-6 must grasp every meter of height and try to get as close to the enemy aircraft as possible.

The auxiliary fuel tank had been jettisoned long ago, and the Zhan-6 launched several jumps towards the enemy aircraft, but failed to enter the missile's only theoretical launch window.

Yes, there is only a theoretical launch window, and this combat condition is too extreme.

In fact, pilots are now using short-range combat missiles to do the job of medium-range interception missiles.

And this theoretical window, in the absence of a fire control computer in the Zhan-6, is controlled by the pilot's brain.

The pilot has to ensure the aircraft's leaping flight while also seizing the opportunity to launch, which is extremely difficult.

Listening to the fighter's report, the command center issued an order.

"Qingyun 01, give up the interception. You may not have enough fuel."

Although several attempts at attack were unsuccessful, the fuel was consumed for sure. The afterburner sprint consumed a lot of fuel, and this was the internal fuel used after the auxiliary fuel tank was discarded.

The oil is not enough? This reminded Qingyun 01 of something.

The pilot looked at his fuel gauge and asked the command center.

"Lushan, how far am I from the nearest airport?" Nowadays, the navigation devices on fighter jets can be said to be completely ignorant of their own positions, but at least they are better than nothing. If you want precision, you have to rely on the command center to work on the map and report.

Soon, the command center reported a number to Qingyun 01.

Qingyun 01 did some calculations and sent out a request.

"I still have enough gas. Please allow me to launch one last attack."

This is what he just thought of. A lot of oil has been burned, which means that his body is lighter and maybe he can fly higher?
Upon hearing this, the people at the command center looked at each other.

If the position of the fighter jet is the clearest here, then the pilot is the one who knows the remaining fuel in the fighter jet best.

"Since it's still enough, let's try again."

"Well, let him try again. Otherwise, he won't be reconciled, and neither will we."

The commander picked up the intercom and said, "Qingyun 01, the attack is authorized. After the attack, no matter the result or observation, return directly."

(End of this chapter)