When a person is on the verge of exhaustion, it is often the time when they are at their best for exercise. 『『Rainbow Literature Network, there are you all the way!

And the fighter jet's fuel tank is almost dry, which is also the most terrifying time for this steel-winged beast. The whole machine does not have to carry heavy fuel, and it is easy to be alone. The whole plane, from the skin, the flaps to the engine, was all hot, and every inch of the joint was completely stretched. This is the best time for the connection between pilots and fighters. Carla is like the final sprint of a marathon, although every trace of strength is squeezed out, the muscle movement is extremely comfortable, and the movements are smooth. My mind flows like stepping on a unicycle on a roller coaster track: a mistake is a matter of time, but at this moment it is extremely smooth. The slightest mistake in body movements will be sufficient**, but every minute of movement is accurate. The movement of the entire F-14 can be said to be very comfortable.

Right in front of you is the perfect place to show off your skills - the rainbow land, the former Grand Canyon of Arizona, USA. Between this vast table-like plateau, there is a terrifying canyon that winds and crawls a python version, and there is no bottom in sight. The steep cliffs are flanked by rock formations from the Cambrian to the Cenozoic, and the hues are rich and strange, as if several worlds have been flattened and stacked on top of each other, showing multiple colors. The Land of the Rainbow got its name for more than that. Long before the war, the Grand Canyon had a magical power of color. The original dark brown rocks appear dark blue, reddish-brown, and orange-red at different times of the day and under different sunshines, and look strange and attractive. This phenomenon became even more pronounced after the First Sino-Japanese War. The high-powered aerial explosive bombs that were frequently used during the war had a severe impact on the nearby terrain and air conditions, and the Grand Canyon was shrouded in a strange red mist all day long, and the colors were even richer and more colorful, like a devil's dance floor. Kara continued to dive in the F-14, the height scale on the head-up display rolling up like a high-speed flywheel, and the hands falling in a straight line like a dive. The lower the altitude and the denser the air, for a supersonic fighter, flying at low altitude is like swimming in the paste, or even sharpening in iron sand. The cockpit canopy slit in the front fuselage and the attached surface layer partition, but the slightest slit will form a sharp and huge cavitary noise, making the sound of the 10,000 weekend market around you compressed into five minutes, which is extremely noisy. She knew in her heart that she had a plan to use the knife-like straight and deep Grand Canyon in front of her to escape. As long as the plane remained in the canyon and headed west, the B-72 bomber would not have found itself. What's more, the dense red fog and the obstruction of the rock wall will interfere with the effect of the laser attack.

It's a big challenge for me. Once you decide to sink into the canyon, fly as low as possible. The red mist is mostly deposited in the middle and high positions, and the closer to the valley floor the clearer it is. It's just that flying close to the ground in the canyon can be imagined.

The height drops rapidly, and the ground becomes clearer and more elongated. As soon as the rocks and trees in front of them could see the outlines, they immediately turned into shiny strands and flew quickly behind them, and countless sand and gravel vegetation of different colors were all pulled into colorful silk threads, weaving a colorful cloth that shone like a stream in front of them.

This is the time when the human body has the strongest sense of speed. Suppose that at high altitude, whether it is Mach 3, Mach 7 or even 15, for a pilot without a reference, no matter how fast he is, he will not feel anything, it is just a number on the instrument. If you're driving on the ground, the scenery is rich, but no matter how good a car is, it's impossible for a supersonic fighter pilot to get excited.

Only ultra-low-altitude supersonic flight is the most attractive vent.

As long as you fly at ultra-low altitudes, your body feels like a stimulant, just ask for more! More! The faster and lower the height, the pleasure that the body gets multiplies. Countless pilots have fallen to the ground or hit mountains in pursuit of this feeling, but since the moment the plane was invented, pilots have been enthusiastic about this meaningless adventure.

Sticking to the ground, supersonic speed, creating surface detonation, as long as you experience it once, you will never forget that deadly pleasure. At this time, Kara had entered a certain state of extreme exuberance and was on the verge of collapse, and her eyes were almost on fire when facing the Super Grand Canyon in front of her. The impact of the electromagnetic shock of nuclear weapons is rapidly receding, and the B61 tactical nuclear bomb is not a weapon used to destroy the earth after all, and its scope is limited. The F-14, which escaped the radius of the blast, began to re-receive various intelligence messages. Most of this information is obtained from ground-based observation stations and radio arrays, and the system can also sift valid information directly from news networks. Judging from the surrounding shape, the struck is right. The other two B-72 laser attack planes, although far away and slow and clumsy, had changed course by this time and were heading towards the intended interception point rather than the direction of the attack. In the hollow area behind him, the rolling direction of the dense clouds began to become strange, and the nearest B-72 of the whooping ghost type had apparently spotted Kara's intentions and was approaching the Grand Canyon. If it weren't for the squeezing and entanglement of the attack, this fierce beast would have chased after him.

"Time is running out."

Carla slammed the lever and the fighter ducked into the water like a cormorant and plunged headlong into the nearest canyon.

There was a muffled bang, and I felt like I had fallen into a well, and I felt very strange.

Everyone feels this way when they swim. When the whole body is submerged in the water, it is like a different world. The chaotic sounds, the bright sun, and the frolic, enthusiastic, and chaotic companions were all gone, and he was sealed in a large jelly, and everything he saw was vague and everything he heard was ignorant. That's how Kara feels at this point. Rushing into the cracks of the Grand Canyon is like diving into the water, and with a pop it changes worlds. The red mist is thick and the cliffs are steep, and you will have to hit them if you are not surprised. She pushed the rod again, or rather, it was touching it forward. Even with such careful movements, the F-14 heavy fighter still slammed down like a tiger descending the mountain, and was about to roll on the ground. At this time, it is most taboo to pull the rod and lift the head. Although it is simple to raise the tie rod and lower the putter rod. But the new generation of fly-by-wire aircraft is like stepping on stilts in a rising elevator, and the small movements will be infinitely magnified, and the lower the altitude, the stricter the zhòng. Kara, even as light as it was, still made the F-14 overreact. If the lever is pulled again for correction, the computer will compete with the pilot. The flight control system and the pilot enter a reciprocating cycle of pushing too high and pulling too low until the plane hits the ground. This is the low-altitude devil -- the phenomenon of forced vibration of pilots. Even the fourth-generation stealth fighter YF-22 Raptor or the beautiful AS39 Gripen crashed to the ground because of this.

Carla tightened her grip on the steering stick, watching the gravel on the ground grow larger and more recognizable, and she could even foresee that she would crash into the T-shaped cliff on her right. But now it is absolutely impossible to move, let the plane recover on its own, which is also the experience that Meng Zhu once told sù. Sure enough, just like the moment before she hit the ground, some invisible force suddenly held her plane up steadily. Kara used the ground effect to stabilize the plane as if she had been struck. The F-14 turned to level flight again, appearing calm and composed. The height was lowered by a large margin, and the red mist of the canyon drifted to the top. The cliffs in front of you are very clear.

Just rush through this east-west canyon and Kansas is ahead, and the Fort Leavenworth Military Correctional Camp is in sight. No matter how little fuel you have, it is enough to carry out a one-way assault; No matter how limited your ammunition is, it is no problem to blow up Arnold.

Kara steadied her breath, it was the final test before the final moment came.

She retracted the throttle lever with her left hand, let the system automatically deploy the swept wings on both sides, and then flipped the switch to lower the full flaps, as if she were going to land on an aircraft carrier. The airbrake is slightly stretched to block the airflow and slow down the aircraft. If Kara wants to be foolproof, she must play steadily and steadily, and there must be no mistakes. As long as she uses a full wingspan, full flaps, and minimum speed, she is still very confident.

Almost all the love is accumulated at this moment, and the canyon of Colorado is like her own throat, just by breaking through here, all the depression can explode into a painful one, and she can't help it.

The mood was surging for a while, and more than a dozen columns of cliffs almost brushed his cheeks past him. No matter how slow the plane slows down, it's impossible to walk around. The craggy and strange cliffs are stacked on top of each other, and they are coming head-on. She felt tired, nervous, and in a trance, her consciousness oscillating from side to side between collapse and concentration, maintaining a difficult balance.

To make matters worse, the Grand Canyon is not a fixed shape, and its interior is constantly "deformed". Any cliff, arch or cliff can collapse at any time without warning. There is a famous saying in the materials of the Grand Canyon: "Any attraction you have witnessed may not be there in the next moment." "This is by no means an exaggeration, it is possible that what you just saw was a forest of canyon stones, which was razed to the ground in a few hours. The cliffs on both sides continue to collapse and new cliffs are piled up. The cliff arches here can almost be said to "grow", and the old and new cliff arches are replaced by the collapse and formation at any time. Kara flew cautiously, as if witnessing the vicissitudes of life. The cliffs deposited over countless centuries are cut open in the middle, showing hundreds of millions of years of geological changes. Flying at the speed of sound, he watched the canyon change its shape as if it were a time machine traveling through an extradimensional tunnel. The multifunction display began to receive nearby information, and the terrain scanning tracking radar was also mapping the terrain ahead. The F-14 fighters were advancing steadily, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before victory was reached. At this moment, Kara's face suddenly changed. His face turned pale with high excitement. She saw a devilish figure in the rearview mirror. In the red mist behind him, a large, heavy black silhouette was slowly pressing down and getting bigger and bigger. It may be a 100-day ghost type B-72, and I am afraid that I will not be able to escape. But what Kara was really worried about was that if it was really a B-72, Meng Yan would have been killed by it. There was a terrible atmosphere like sewage, seeping through the red mist and dripping down. Chapter error, click here to report (no registration), the maintenance staff will correct the chapter content within two minutes after reporting, please wait patiently, and refresh the page.