"801, tower call, please answer, over."

Successfully turning right and leaving the two fighters behind him behind him again, Yang Luo was flying away from Anxian Station, preparing to look for an opportunity to kill the two planes chasing after him.

There was a sudden call from the tower in the headset, and Yang Luo subconsciously responded: "801 received, please speak from the tower, over." ”

"801, how's your condition?"

"Tower, I'm fine now, I'm ready to look for an opportunity to take out the two fighters chasing me, and then raid the Anxian station." Yang Luo informed the tower of his thoughts.

The person who spoke changed, but the voice was not any voice that Yang Luo was familiar with, and said in a serious tone: "801, I am the referee team stationed in Dongling Station, first of all, I would like to inform you of a bad news, the 122nd Regiment has all been killed except you, Dongling Station has been destroyed, you can't land at Dongling Station before you are killed, and at the same time, Dongling Tower will not give you any instructions from now on, and all decisions are made by yourself." ”

Yang Luo was dumbfounded, all the members were killed, and even the station was destroyed, leaving him alone.

"801, I'm Hu Zhongming, I say one last thing, the 122nd regiment depends on you, and then you don't have to ask for instructions for all your decisions, even if you ask for instructions, you won't get any response, but I unconditionally agree with any of your decisions, and I will bear any consequences caused by it." Hu Zhongming said solemnly, "I know your character, I just want to say, before you make a decision, please pay attention to safety." ”

"801 understood, over." Yang Luo's face was solemn, and he said solemnly, Hu Zhongming's trust made Yang Luo feel pressured, and at the same time, a lot of questions rose in Yang Luo's heart.

How was Dongling Station destroyed?

And how did the others die?

From the beginning of the war to now, it has only been a short period of more than ten minutes, why is it that only one is left?

Yang Luo couldn't figure it out, and no one gave an answer for the time being, the communication channel of the tower, after Hu Zhongming's words were finished, only the voice of Yu Yangming commanding the return was left.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Yang Luo put it down, stopped thinking about it, and instead thought about countermeasures, how to reverse the defeat.

First of all, you must ensure that you are not shot down, as long as you are not shot down, then the 122nd regiment has not lost, and there is still hope for victory.

The original plan had to be abandoned, even if he could find an opportunity to shoot down the two fighters behind him, but in the face of the two fighters guarding the Anxian Field Station, he couldn't take it down for a while, and he had to face the group of planes that might return at any time, and there was almost no chance of winning.

There is certainly no chance for the time being, and other opportunities must be sought.

The honor of the whole regiment is tied to himself, and at the same time, he must also be worthy of the trust of the regiment commander, Yang Luo decided to temporarily retreat to protect himself, and at the same time to retain the hope of victory.

Destroying a station with the power of one person, although this hope is very slim, and even Yang Luo himself does not have any confidence, but there is hope, there is still thought, which is better than the referee team announcing defeat.

"Get out of here first, find a station and make an alternate landing."

Keep your eyes fixed on the theodolite, determine your current location, have a map of the surrounding area in your mind, look for an alternate airfield, and first of all, you must leave the air defense zone of the 123rd regiment, so that they can't find it.

"That's you." Yang Luo looked at the remaining amount of oil, and immediately decided on the alternate landing station, fortunately, the auxiliary fuel tank was added, otherwise it would not have been reached.

Once you have made a decision, the next step is to take action.

Adjust the course, push the throttle valve up, climb the lever to an altitude of 11,000 meters, and fly at cruising speed towards the selected target.

Although the two planes behind Yang Luo couldn't understand Yang Luo's thoughts, they still only followed behind Yang Luo, because Yang Luo couldn't drive the afterburner, and the fuel volume might not be enough to reach the target station if the afterburner was opened, so they once pulled the distance very close.

But until Yang Luo left the defense area of the 123rd Regiment, they couldn't help Yang Luo, and finally left helplessly and returned to Anxian Station.

"Call the north finger, the 31st Division 122nd Regiment 801 calls, please answer if you receive it, over."

As soon as he left the air defense area of the 123rd Regiment, Yang Luo turned on the airborne communication system and connected to the confidential communication channel of the North Finger to make a call, and the station that Yang Luo was going to next was still under the jurisdiction of the North Finger.

The route of the aircraft must be reported, generally from the take-off station to the above, and at the same time contact the landing station for filing. And now Yang Luo has not reported, and the 122nd Regiment has no way to help him report now, so he can only skip reporting directly to the North Finger for reporting.

"North Finger received, 801 please speak, over." The communication channel Rima sent a response from the North Finger.

"Beizhi, I need to divert to the Haicheng training base, please arrange the route of Beizhi." Yang Luo said.

Alternate landing in Haicheng training base, Yang Luo has selfish intentions, he has been away from the base for almost three months, he misses it, this time there is just a chance, why not?

Beizhi was silent for a while before he said: "801, heading 136, altitude 8000, contact frequency of 285.6, there are civil routes above, pay attention to avoidance, over." ”

"801 received, heading 136, altitude 8000, frequency 285.6, over." After Yang Luo repeated it, he disconnected from the North Finger.

Dive with the pressure rod, reduce the altitude to 8,000 meters, change to level flight, and maintain the course.

Flying alone is boring, especially if you can't maneuver due to fuel limits, and it's dark night, and your vision is limited, so you can't enjoy the beautiful scenery outside the plane.

The only thing you can enjoy is the starry sky overhead, but if you see too much, you will feel bored.

Time passed slowly, and after flying at a cruising speed of more than 900 kilometers per hour for nearly 40 minutes, it finally approached the Haicheng training base. If it was during the day, you might already be able to see the outline of the base, but at night you can't see it clearly, and the lights of the base are mixed with the lights of the city, so you can't tell the difference at all.

"Call the Haicheng base tower, this is No. 801 J-7G, request to enter the no-fly zone, our plane is about to land at your field, over." Turn on the on-board communication system and connect to the frequency given by the North Finger, Yang Luo called. In fact, even if Beizhi doesn't give the frequency, Yang Luo also knows that after learning to fly in the Haicheng base for a year, the communication frequency of the Haicheng base is very familiar, and it is difficult to forget it.

The skies above the station are no-fly zones, and permission must be obtained before entering an unfamiliar station. Unlike the aircraft at the station itself, as long as it does not affect the flight order, it can be entered at any time.

"801, you can enter the no-fly zone, over." In an instant, a response was heard in the communication channel.

"801 understood, over." Yang Luo replied.

As the words fell, Yang Luo clenched the right hand of the joystick and pressed forward, gradually reducing the flight altitude.

As the flight altitude decreased, the No. 801 fighter gradually approached the Haicheng training base, and the outline of the base gradually became clear, appearing in Yang Luo's eyes. Although it was night, the brightly lit base everywhere was still recognized by Yang Luo at a glance.

"It's been a long time, Haicheng Base!" Yang Luo said softly with a little excitement, looking at the Haicheng base that gradually enlarged in his eyes, he was still so familiar, he had been training here for a year, and he had only been away for less than three months, and Yang Luo still remembered every grass and tree in it very clearly.