[Thanks to the "Army 2016" for the tip, thanks to the "J-16" for the tip.] 】

In July, the sky changes when it is said, just like the Sichuan opera changes its face, which is surprisingly fast.

When I flew to the North Tower Station, the sky was still clear, and the sun was like fire, scorching the earth.

However, on the way back to Yang Luo, he encountered big trouble.

At the Donglin Tower, the meteorological staff officer suddenly took off his headphones, turned his head and reported: "Regiment commander, there is a thunderstorm in this field, coming from the southeast, and the speed is very fast." “

When Hu Zhongming heard this, he immediately put down the military intercom system in his hand, walked behind the meteorological staff officer, and looked at the meteorological cloud map displayed on the screen.

Political Commissar Wen Xianjun took over the command, and at this time, two fighters had finished their training and were hovering over the field station, preparing to land.

Thunderstorm weather is the most feared meteorological condition for flying, and there is not much problem with rain, mainly because of the fear of thunder and lightning.

The weather in Dongling, the people in the tower are very clear, there are many thunderstorms in summer and snow in winter, they are used to it, and no one is panicked.

"How long will it take to get to me?" Hu Zhongming stood behind him, staring at the weather map with his eyes, and asked directly.

The meteorological staff officer pointed to the meteorological cloud map and said affirmatively: "Ten minutes at most." “

"How long does it take for 801 to arrive?" Hu Zhongming turned his head and asked, asking the staff officer in charge of radar.

In addition to the two fighters that are landing in the sky, there is only Yang Luofei's No. 801 J-7G who is still on the way, and the other planes have either landed or have not gone up.

"The radar shows that at the current speed of 801, it will take about 20 minutes to reach the scene." The radar staff officer gave an answer.

In 20 minutes, Hu Zhongming instantly judged that Yang Luo was flying at supersonic speed at a faster speed and could return to the sky above the station, but there was no time to land.

In supersonic flight, it takes a certain amount of time to enter, and likewise it takes time to exit supersonic flight.

Yang Luo's current speed is 960 km/h, and to double the time, he needs to double the speed, which means that Yang Luo needs to fly at a speed of 1920 km/h.

The landing speed of the aircraft cannot be very large, the normal landing speed of the J-7G is 260 km / h, even if it makes an emergency landing, it cannot exceed too much.

From 1920 km / h to the speed of deceleration, it takes a certain amount of time, not one or two seconds.

"Commander, 801 can't come back, you have to find a way." Wen Xianjun got up and walked to Hu Zhongming's side and said that he had already commanded the two fighters to land safely.

"How long will the thunderstorm cloud stay over this field?" Hu Zhongming asked.

The meteorological staff officer circled a large area on the meteorological cloud map and said: "Regiment commander, political commissar, you see, this large block is full of thunderstorm clouds, the height of the cloud base is 550 meters, and the height of the cloud top is about 10,000 meters, which is very huge, and it will stay over the field for at least half an hour before it completely leaves." “

"So long?" Hu Zhongming frowned.

Wen Xianjun also frowned, and said: "There is no airport on the route of 801 that can be diverted, and the thunderstorm clouds are heading in his direction, do you want him to stay in the air?" “

"Political commissar, I just don't know if this kid's aviation fuel is enough. You also heard a call from Liu Laoli of the 121st regiment, asking me to pay him, saying that he had added an extra 500L of aviation fuel. This kid is the master who can't be idle, and the plane must have moved. Hu Zhongming said angrily.

Turned around, picked up the walkie-talkie on the command platform, pressed the dialogue button, and said, "801, tower call, over." “

Immediately, Yang Luo's voice sounded in the loudspeaker of the tower: "801 received, over." “

"801, how much jet fuel do you have left?" Hu Zhongming asked directly.

Yang Luo glanced at the fuel gauge and said, "I still have 35% of the aviation fuel left." “

Hu Zhongming breathed a sigh of relief and said into the intercom: "801, there is a thunderstorm in this field, after reaching the sky above this field, hovering at an altitude of 12,000 meters, waiting for instructions." ”

35% of jet fuel is enough to stay in the air for half an hour, so you don't need to think of any other way, just hover over the thunderstorm clouds and wait.

Wen Xianjun's hanging heart also relaxed, patted his chest, and rejoiced: "It's okay, it's okay." “

Outside the tower, the light began to dim, white lightning flashed, thunder suddenly rose, rumbling loudly, resounding in the ears of everyone on the tower, and then pouring heavy rain from the sky, watering in Dongling Station.

It was only a few minutes later, and sooner than the weather staff had expected, the thunderstorm came.

Now, you don't need to look at any weather maps, just look outside the tower.

……

Without Hu Zhongming's reminder, Yang Luo saw that in the distant sky, a large area of darkness shrouded the earth below, coming in his direction at an extremely fast speed.

The cloud base is 550 meters high, and the cloud top reaches 10,000 meters, which is much thicker.

For the altitude of the 801 J-7G at this time of 11,000 meters, it is still a little dangerous, in case there is a protrusion in the cloud top, it will not be good.

Tie rod, climb height, this is Yang Luo's only choice.

Yang Luo climbed 2,000 meters directly before he changed his level and flew out and continued to fly in the direction of Dongling Station.

Soon, Yang Luo and the thunderstorm clouds met, one on top and one on the bottom.

The sky is polarized: black clouds roll below, and the sun hangs high above, continuing to emit intense light.

The black clouds block out the sun's rays, making the top black clouds seem to be gilded with golden light, which is very beautiful.

"I didn't expect that black clouds and sunlight met together, and it was so beautiful." Yang Luo lowered his head and looked down from the side glass.

With 35% of the fuel left, he had to stay and hover over the station, Yang Luo had to be patient and didn't dare to play maneuvering anymore, with the most economical cruising speed, the ninja was bored to sail at an altitude of 13,000 meters.

Twenty minutes later, Yang Luo arrived above Donglingchang Station and hovered at an altitude of 13,000 meters, with still black thunderstorm clouds below, unable to land.

"Tower, when will the thunderstorm go away?" Yang Luo contacted the tower and said that hovering in the sky is too boring, and chatting is not bad.

"The meteorological staff predicts that it will take about ten minutes." Hu Zhongming's voice came from the headset.

"The thunderstorm cloud is coming from the southeast, and I'm going to see where its edge is." After Yang Luo finished speaking, he wanted to step on the rudder and turn.

But Hu Zhongming immediately stopped him: "Yang Luo, don't mess around, just hover over above and wait for me." “

"Okay." Yang Luo was helpless and gave up the idea of going to the edge, the order of the tower was the largest, and he couldn't disobey it.

Time is slowly passing, and the 801's jet fuel is burning less.

The meteorological staff's estimate was wrong, and ten minutes later, the thunderstorm clouds still had not passed, and they were still covering Dongling Station.

"Drop!"

A rapid alarm sounded in the cockpit of the J-7G, and a yellow light flashed in the cockpit, and a fuel alarm.

Yang Luo reported unhurriedly: "Tower, the fuel alarm has been called." “

In a word, Hu Zhongming and Wen Xianjun began to be anxious, fuel warning, this is a fatal situation.

But the two did not dare to show it, as the military and political officers of the 122nd regiment, they must be calm and do not change their faces when the landslide is ahead.

"Don't worry, the thunderstorm clouds will pass soon." Hu Zhongming suppressed his anxious emotions and made his voice as steady as possible.

The foreheads of the meteorological staff officers began to sweat, and there was a mistake in the forecast, which led to the wrong decision from the superiors, which was a serious accident.

If the 801 lands safely, it may be fine; But if 801 has an accident, then the sin will be great, and it will be a great offense, at least take off the military uniform, transfer home, or go to a military court.

But the meteorological staff officer had no choice, and he could not command the thunderclouds, so he could only pray that the thunderclouds would pass quickly.

Perhaps it was the prayers of the meteorological staff who worked, and five minutes later, the sky was getting brighter and the thickness of the thunderclouds began to thin, a sign that the thunderclouds were about to leave.

The meteorological staff officer who was keeping an eye on the meteorological cloud map immediately reported excitedly: "Regiment commander, the thunderstorm clouds will completely leave the sky over our field within a minute, and 801 can be lowered in altitude." “

Hu Zhongming immediately picked up the intercom and said, "801, immediately lower the altitude and prepare to land." “

The so-called standing tall and seeing far away, Yang Luo saw the thunderstorm clouds leave before the people in the tower in the air.

Therefore, Yang Luo pressed the pole to reduce the altitude before the order of the tower, and there was not much aviation fuel, so he had already called the police and had to land as soon as possible.

Yang Luo now regretted that he had too much fun on the road and burned the aviation fuel, otherwise he would have landed gracefully instead of urgently descending altitudes like now.

Diveing down from an altitude of 13,000 meters, Yang Luo didn't dare to give fuel at all, so he could only rely on the influence of gravity, and he needed to keep aviation fuel to pull up the J-7G and change his dive attitude.

Pull the rod, push the throttle valve, just flatten the plane, the J-7G's aviation fuel is completely exhausted, and the cockpit is a dazzling red.

In this regard, Yang Luo had already expected it, so he reported to the tower in a hurry.

"I'm out of gas."

Yang Luo's faint voice came from the loudspeaker in the tower.