Dragoon fighter

There was chaos in the cabin of the rc-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft. After receiving the report from the technical staff, the captain, Major Mierry Bill, immediately clapped his hands and shouted to the pilot in the cockpit: "Karl, this may be a collision. , turned around and headed east, climbed to an altitude of 16,000 meters, and took the initiative to avoid him.

"Yes, Mr. Captain!" The pilot gestured directly behind him without looking back.

"Regier, try to contact the other party and show him that we have no ill intentions!"

"Linda, prepare an emergency plan and clear confidential information, just in case."

"Aili, report our situation to your superiors."

"Attention everyone, carry your own parachute bag and secure yourself."

The captain, Major Mierry Beale, quickly took response measures according to emergency regulations and issued orders one by one.

The nose of the rc-135 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 followed closely behind.

The RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft plans to use the flying altitude to actively avoid the P-51 "Mustang".

The ceiling of the p-51 "Mustang" can only reach 12,700 meters, while the rc-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft can reach about 15,000 meters. Although it has no weapons, it can use the height to make this old World War II king powerless, even with meters Anti-aircraft machine guns and short-range air-to-air missiles cannot guarantee that they can shoot down the opponent at an altitude of 3,000 meters.

"We couldn't contact each other, the other party's radio was silent, there was no signal at all."

"Speed ​​up. 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 still 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, Regiel. Send a signal through the international emergency frequency, saying that we have no malicious intentions and please stop attacking."

Major Mieri Beale stared closely at the altimeter as he continued to climb upwards. His body could clearly feel the overload and he was pressed tightly into his seat. Four Pratt \u0026 Whitney TF33-P-9 turbofan engines exploded at nearly 100% power. The roar of the engines filled the entire cabin, and all crew members remained quiet. Waiting for the captain and pilot to get everyone through this 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 technician tracking the "Mustang" couldn't help but curse. The friendly and avoidance signals sent by the aircraft were like falling into the sea, and the P-51 simply ignored them in actively identifying themselves and issuing 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 Mierry Beale, felt a chill in his heart. This guy driving the "Mustang" is completely unconventional. If he were a formal pilot of the Chinese Air Force, I am afraid that most of them would directly expel them according to the defense regulations instead of coming so aggressively.

The picture turned by the optical equipment shows the black muzzle between the left and right wings. It proves that this "Mustang" is definitely not a civilian toy. Its origin is unknown.

The major of the American 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. The piston fighter jet chased the jet engine aircraft, which had a natural power disadvantage.

By the time the "Mustang" reached an altitude of 12,000 meters, their rc-135 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 P-51 "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? Now, is it still 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 rc-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft cannot rise infinitely, and it also has altitude restrictions. All members of the aircraft organization can only pray that before the rc-135 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 P-51! This thing is not a P-51!"

Major Mieri 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 P-51 "Mustang" can't block the low pressure and low temperature at high altitude. Are the humans sitting here or robots? !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, a relieved smile finally appeared on their faces. The difference in engine technology finally showed up. P-51 "Mustang" Black smoke gradually began to emit from the exhaust port at the front of the cockpit, indicating that the engine power was declining.

"The altitude difference is 1,000 meters. Damn it, God, we are still getting closer. What kind of plane is this 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 p-51 "Mustang"'s piston engine has already 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. Its nature has completely changed. This thing does not climb by pushing back the airflow, but because of the void magnetic field, the repulsive gravity of the earth pushes the P-51 "Mustang" out of the atmosphere.

The newly replaced double-layered one-piece tempered glass cabin cover 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 P-51 "Mustang" said with a bitter tone.

All the crew members in the cabin of the rc-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft had a look of death on their faces. They looked out the portholes and saw a colorful P-51 "Mustang" with the very familiar figure of the World War II ace fighter flying lightly from them. The left wing rushed forward and appeared 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 arrived? 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 15,000 meters high.

"The target is back, quickly, lower the altitude quickly."

The P-51 "Mustang" was almost on top of the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft. You could even see a clear shadow of the aircraft reflected on the wing. At such a close distance, an alarm sounded in the cabin.

The crew was all stunned. What kind of plane was this?

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 was even 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 killed by a plane that looked like a P-51 Mustang at high altitude. Suppress it, whatever happens next, anything is possible.

"Yes, sir!" The pilot of the rc-135 reconnaissance aircraft, while confirming Lin Mo's position, quickly pulled the flaps, adjusted the tail rudder, and pressed the control stick to the right.

The RC-135 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 P-51 "Mustang" like a fly swatter. ! .