If there's one place that looks like an alien landscape and makes you forget you're on Earth, it's the Grand Canyon. "Sunlight casts through a cloud of golden-red nuclear smoke, illuminating the crimson rock wall with some strange effect, like the muscles of a blood-dripping creature. Every table-shaped mountain is so eerie, as if a skinned bull is breathing. Kara's F-14 leaned sideways, squeezing past a dozen forward-leaning inverted cliffs in a row. It was the first time she had such a strange feeling about the canyon, which was not like a simulated Mars on TV, not like any star in an extraterrestrial galaxy described by NASA, but more like the throat of an alien whale in a cartoon. Blood flowed all around, except for the Colorado River, which was turquoise, with an indescribable rhythmic glow in an eerie golden glow. The F-14 is flanked by a swept main wing that is fully open, like a giant wing. The advantages of the variant-wing aircraft are used here, and Kara is still able to fly at a very low altitude at a lower speed, even in a canyon with turbulent air currents. The wide main wings on both sides firmly control the airflow, making this giant fighter as light as a swallow and easy to control.

Her altitude was getting lower and lower, and the landscape outside the cockpit began to grow terrifying. Everything was pounding in its direction, and the entire Colorado River seemed to rise above the horizon marker, almost covering the entire field of vision, and even more so that there was not a single trace of the sky on either side, all bright red spots formed by the flying rocks. Carla focused all her attention on the velocity vector marker in the center of the horizon. At this point, it doesn't matter if the plane is horizontal, oblique, crooked, or offset, just stare at the small, shiny inverted T-shaped velocity vector mark in the center of the head-up display.

The vector marker represents the future direction and position of the aircraft, and if it is pressed against the third rock on the left, the plane will definitely hit that rock accurately; If you put it in the river, the plane will crash into the river. This tiny spot of light is your future position, and it can even be said that you will be your future self.

Kara carefully pedaled the rudder from side to side, adjusting the plane's nose pointing and sliding so that the vector markers were firmly in the canyon every time. As long as you can align the markers and the location of the canyon every time, victory is only a matter of time. However, it is as simple as saying that "as long as you keep breathing, you will never die", it is simple but difficult to do.

Keeping an eye on the vector marker is the trick to accurate flight.

Vector markers are the equivalent of a sniper rifle's crosshairs. It's just that the sniper rifle shoots bullets, and it's a big deal to miss the target; The pilot, on the other hand, used his own body as a bullet, and hitting the mountain meant breaking his bones. She swallowed, flying down the Colorado River was the shortest shortcut, and it was the place she knew best. Kara carefully lowered the fuselage, and the spoilers on the wings of the F-14 were like metal feathers, rising and closing in sequence. The airflow through the wing is separated in an orderly and controlled manner with subtle adjustments, and the lift of the wing is steadily reduced. The massive, wide-pitched nacelle-type twin fuselage provided good flight qualities, and the airflow tunnel between the two engine bays allowed the massive fighter to descend like a maglev train on track, along a perfectly unfolded curve. The altimeter has long since been switched to radio operation, but the indication is still extremely unstable. The number jumps at the 0 position. In front of the windshield, there was turquoise water, and the wind noise in my ears was very loud. The entire F-14 flew at near-sonic speed over the water, and the river rolled over and the cliff collapsed. Looking at the crumbling rocks in the rearview mirror, Kara felt a little guilty. This is a national park, and it is also a place that was not affected by the Sino-Japanese War. Each landscape still retains its pre-war appearance, except that it looks a little strange under the scattering of light from the nuclear smoke cloud. She walked cautiously, avoiding disturbing any of the rocks. This place is like my own home, and I am not willing to destroy half of it. What's more, any bit of post-war relics is precious. The thick clouds that pressed down on the canyon affected the search for the American-made Whooping Ghost B-72. There were even several times when Kara felt like the B-72 was right above her head, mixed in the mist, but gradually disappeared again.

Where the attack is, there is no communication, and there is no figure to be seen.

Can't let him down in any way. Kara bit her lip, this time the target was Arnold, kill him, and put an end to the qiē. In the former United States, there were no more centennials, no more wasp combat teams, and no more stupid selves.

The river narrows and narrows, and the cliffs in front of you are like closed pages, getting closer and closer. There's no room for maneuver anymore. Carla held the joystick steadily, and had to abandon conventional thinking at all times. For a fighter jet, the quickest way to turn is to turn the lever sideways and twist the direction of the turn overhead. This is the design of the fighter in the direction of the maximum overload that a human pilot can withstand. But navigating through the canyon doesn't work. For a wide-pitch fighter such as the F-14, the roll inertia is large, the tilting of the fuselage is time-consuming, and snaking left and right means changing the direction of roll instantaneously. I'm afraid I'm afraid I'll hit the mountain before I turn around. At this point, you have to assume that you are driving, and change direction with the vertical rudder, which is similar to the left and right turns of a car. It's just that the rudder is the clumsiest thing on a fighter jet, and it is even more difficult to make the plane turn left and right, which is also designed according to the structure of the human body. The human driver's lateral overload tolerance is extremely low, just as the driver is most afraid of side impacts. As for the heavy fighter F-14, if you want it to twist its ass through the canyon, it will shoot sideways to the cliff wall. The time has come to bring out Kara's true strength. Her F-14 991 may be the oldest Tomcat in the world, but it's the most nimble. Carla knew it was a good plane when it was discovered by NASA.

Kara looked at its nose in the cockpit, her expression more confident than ever. She gets excited when she's faced with a difficult flying challenge, exactly like a slam. Hold the lever with your right hand and press the start button with your left hand to flip a series of switches added to the instrument panel. Suddenly, the entire Tomcat fighter began to shake. This subtle tremor is not a panicked tremble, but a wonderful rhythm.

The tomcat is starting to deform.

The sound of humming machinery began to undergo a series of changes throughout the plane, like a transformer machine. The retractable duck plates on both sides of the nose are slowly raised, rotated along the hinge, and slowly flattened, forming two rotating wings on the tomcat's nose, like whiskers; The main wing slowly retracted, and the wing sleeve fan was released, which carried out a controlled flutter under the control of the fly-by-wire system. In the blink of an eye, this rear-wing and rear-tail fighter with a swept wing instantly turned into a four-duck dart, and it simply changed its face. The deformation of the front fuselage is constantly adjusting, and the rear fuselage is also changing. The yaw vector control baffle has been calibrated and is waiting for the command of the flight control computer. The old-school F-14 Tomcat looks like it's been transformed and suddenly sleek and futuristic, with canard wings and vector-controlled spouts that make it look extraordinary. All the improvements were implemented by the former NASA on the 991, the only one in the world. The added function was not designed to increase speed or maneuverability, but to deal with the inherent problems of the F-14: susceptibility to sideslipping, yaw stall and tailspin. The modified nose canopy can enhance the vortex control, and the spout baffle is specially designed for yaw operations. These improvements succeeded in turning the F-14's shortcomings into advantages, making it a first-class controllable sideslip fighter. Drifting, sliding, and even helicopter maneuvers are all the specialties of the 991.

It can easily pass through the canyon ahead, and next, it's revenge. Kara uses both hands and feet to adjust the action relationship between the duck noodles and the yaw baffle in real time. F-14 fighter No. 991, at this time, has surpassed the common sense of flying, and does everything through the clouds and seas. If there was one thing to compare its flight, it would be a flying saucer. The entire heavy fighter drifted left and right, squeezing sideways and diagonally through the narrow canyon at various angles and positions. The nose of the plane is no longer pointing in the direction of flight, to be precise, the plane is a bit like the curling stone of an Olympic event, moving in circles and dazzling.

An incredible sideways maneuvering fighter that only a "giantess" like Carla can control. On the other hand, the other fighters are arguing with each other over who is the king of dog fighting. Although it may not be decided who is the true king, they are actually competing for vertical mobility, that is, the ability to go from the bottom to the top; On the contrary, the No. 991 is the strongest side-slip fighter, from left to right, uninhibited.

She almost drove a race car to complete the Grand Canyon "track".

The canyon is getting narrower and narrower, and it feels like you're going to hit your head at any moment.

This means that I have finally broken through, and the goal is getting closer and closer.

Kara's eyes were blazing, and the fatigue of the long flight was gone. She felt lucky in her heart that the place where the attack took her was the Grand Canyon. Kara knows the terrain inside out. The assassination mission of the Vespa Combat Team back then, and even her escape from Arnold's control, was to use the canyon as a cover. This place is like a mother's embrace, and no matter what you do, do good or bad, the Grand Canyon will protect you. Carla loves this place and treats every stone here with care.

Now, the Grand Canyon will protect itself for the final mission of destiny.

She looked ahead, almost every inch so familiar.

The plane flew by at the speed of sound, but Kara's mind seemed to be in slow motion. To be honest, she would love to tell Sù that every stone here is a best friend, and she wants to introduce every grain of sand and every rock. But today I always feel a little vaguely wrong, a certain sense of dislocation continues to appear in my heart, it is difficult to describe in words. Her mind was flowing, and her brain felt a bit like taking a bite of an apple and a banana in her mouth; Drink a glass of boiled water, but the choking smell of ink comes from your throat...... The dislocation felt like a nightmare.

Kara even felt as if she had seen a blow in a dream, but Arnold's terrible laugh came out of his mouth.

That's what the Grand Canyon looks like today. It's like a mother here, but she just thinks there's nothing wrong with enjoying some resentful ghost wearing her mother's skin and holding her with her shriveled hands.

"What the hell is going on today?" She looked ahead. Perhaps, he was blinded by some kind of hallucination in the first place. Is it true that the last leg of the journey has arrived? Whether there is hope or death ahead, no one knows.