Chapter 29: The Sword of the Thunder God (Part 1)

The pilot of that RC-135 strategic electronic reconnaissance plane was indeed an ace-level expert. Under his command, the massive and bulky reconnaissance plane would sometimes dive into the clouds, slow down at others, and shake off Zhao Guang and the fighter piloted by Zhanxia Ge, sometimes suddenly accelerating, sometimes climbing, sometimes descending. After less than three rounds, Zhanxiage was spinning dizzy and seeing stars. Although the enemy was a massive, unmaneuverable, and inflexible reconnaissance plane, Zhanxiage felt like he was driving an elephant chasing a wild rabbit through the jungle!
Zhanxiage glared at the large strategic electronic reconnaissance plane that was swaggering over Chinese airspace and daring to play hide-and-seek with fighter jets, feeling as if a suffocating frustration was stuck in his chest and impossible to let out.
Zhao Guang, known for his flight time exceeding 800 hours and already designated for promotion to first-class pilot, closely pursued the RC-135 strategic electronic reconnaissance plane, constantly employing various tactics to drive away the plane conducting espionage in Chinese airspace. No matter how provocative the enemy's reconnaissance plane became, he remained unmoved, clinging tightly to the enemy and adopting a posture of holding his ground to the end.
Zhan Xiagege and Huang Zhipeng both widened their eyes, watching Zhao Guang's J-7 fighter jet and RC-135 strategic electronic reconnaissance plane, using the boundless blue sky as their stage, performing all sorts of high-difficulty maneuvers they never dared to imagine! Yes, now they are no longer two metal war weapons, but like the most dazzling dancers on stage. They shot into the sky like rockets, then descended at high speed. The two military planes, one large and one small, traced graceful arcs across the air. It was as if they had rehearsed thousands of times; their movements looked so coordinated and unified. Zhanxiage dared to bet with anyone that if someone could jump into the air and measure the taillines left by the two planes in the air, he would be amazed to discover that this was ...... Parallel lines!
The RC-135 strategic electronic reconnaissance plane repeatedly dodged into dense clouds, then suddenly changed direction, trying to escape in one direction and shake off Zhao Guang's tail. But every time that fighter jet burst out from the clouds—high or low, south or north—they would quickly realize that that damn, damned, ghost-like J-7 fighter jet was still keeping a relatively stable distance from them, using the international communication channel in English, which wasn't very fluent. They repeated the same order: "This is Chinese airspace, you have illegally intruded into our airspace......"
Huang Zhipeng sighed softly, "Power—this is the purest form of power!" This is the story of an ace pilot who, after flying a full eight hundred hours and having honed at least two fighter jets, has accumulated and honed his war experience and wisdom! Facing a top ace like Captain Zhao in terms of technology, mentality, and experience, I think the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance plane will have a hard time evading Captain Zhao's pursuit and can only obediently roll out of Chinese airspace! ”
Zhan Xiagege nodded vigorously. Before he could speak, his eyes suddenly bulged.
The RC-135 strategic electronic reconnaissance plane was flying at full speed, seemingly trying to escape, but suddenly made a sharp turn toward the J-7 fighter in midair. This move was like two people running at high speed together, when the person in front suddenly turned around and punched them hard! Watching helplessly as the J-7 fighter jet crashed into a massive aerial giant whose size and tonnage were far from the same level, under the overwhelming force of irresistible momentum, Zhan Xiagege and Huang Zhipeng shouted in unison: "Captain Zhao, watch out!" ”
The J-7 fighter jet suddenly pulled off at an angle, and in an impossible situation, the aircraft spun in midair, forcing a tactical evasion! The J-7 fighter jet traced a graceful arc in the air, making everyone's heart nearly stop, narrowly skimming over the reconnaissance plane. Two military planes sped past in midair by a hair's breadth, and the visually intense thrill made all 365 pores on Zhan Xiage's body open up, cold sweat instantly soaking through his uniform!
That was the true dance of death! The beauty and brilliance of life, wandering between life and death in an instant, form the main theme of this dance. The ultrasound generated by the fighter jet and the reconnaissance plane flying at high speed collided violently. Whether it was the J-7 fighter jet or the RC-135 strategic electronic reconnaissance plane, countless blue sparks suddenly erupted from their hulls. These blue lightning lights looked like a group of ghosts just released from hell. They bounced and jumped on the case, making crackling sounds. Dozens of lightning beams merged together, producing a nearly half-foot-long streak of terrifying blue light that made one's heart spine!
Zhanxiage clapped his hands and grabbed the microphone, shouting, "Captain Zhao, beautiful!" ”
Huang Zhipeng, who had been in charge of surveillance, shouted, "Not good! ”
Zhao Guang's J-7 fighter jet suddenly flew down like leaves falling from towering trees in autumn, spinning and flying all the way down. Several metal pieces then flew through the air, scattering and scattering onto the vast and fertile land beneath their feet, nurturing generation after generation of Chinese people.
The J-7 fighter jet, in a weightless state, spun down in a tail motion as it plummeted. The highest official at the airport command shouted hoarsely, "Zhao Guang, how are you? Report to me immediately!" ”
"I'm still alive!" Perhaps during that high-speed crossing, Zhao Guang's body and mind were severely impacted. His voice sounded a bit hoarse as he reported, "My fighter jet is currently in a stalled tailspin state. I'm trying to stabilize it, but due to damage from the collision between the fighter's tail and the reconnaissance plane, piloting the aircraft is extremely difficult!" ”
"At the speed you're falling at now, how much time do you have left to reach the ground?"
"Less than a minute!"
"If necessary, I allow you to abandon the plane and parachute. Repeat it, if necessary, I allow you to abandon the plane and parachute!"
"No, if I abandon the plane and parachute now, the fighter jet might crash into a densely populated city!" Zhao Guang said in a deep voice, "I'll find a way to bring the fighter jet back to the airport. If that doesn't work, I can try to control it and rush into Wuhu!" ”
The airport manager shouted anxiously, "Zhao Guang, don't do anything foolish! I order you—prepare to abandon your plane and parachute immediately! ”