I ran out of gas, and the whole tower began to get busy.

Hu Zhongming picked up the military telescope on the command platform, raised his eyes to look for the figure of the 801 J-7G, and at the same time put the walkie-talkie to his mouth, and said softly: "Yang Luo, don't panic, I believe you can land safely." ”

He can't panic, he must be calm, when he panics, what he will drive is the panic of the entire tower, and it will even affect Yang Luo.

If the plane breaks down in the air (running out of aviation fuel is also a kind of failure), the most afraid of the pilot panicking and indiscriminate operation. There was a possibility of a successful forced landing, but it crashed because of the pilot's panic.

"Commander, do you look like I'm panicked and nervous?" Yang Luo's voice was still calm, without a trace of panic.

Hu Zhongming had already seen through the telescope the 801 piloted by Yang Luo gliding smoothly at a low altitude, and he kept muttering: "Okay, good ......"

At the same time, political commissar Wen Xianjun activated the first-level special emergency plan at the first time and pressed the button of the special alarm.

Then he turned around and trotted out of the tower, and went straight to the runway under the tower, not even bothering to say hello to Hu Zhongming.

"Woo......"

The special alarm sounded over Donglingchang Station, which was rapid and long, prompting relevant personnel to get ready.

Fire trucks and ambulances, which are usually nowhere to be seen, hurried towards the location of the runway with the alarm ringing from out of nowhere.

Hearing the sound of the special intelligence siren, the pilots in the combat readiness duty room and the flight briefing room also went out one after another, gathered together, looked up at the sky, and looked up at the wrecked fighter.

"Who's still up there, aren't they all down?"

"It's not from the second team, the second team is all back."

"It's not the Big Three."

"That's a large group of people, or other planes are going to make a forced landing at our field, such as the 123rd Regiment."

……

Everyone opened the chatterbox, guessing who was out of order.

In the 122nd regiment, it is not unusual for the special intelligence alarm to sound, but it is strange who encountered this unfortunate thing.

The special intelligence alarm sounded several times a year in the 122nd Regiment, and even if the plane was not malfunctioning, Hu Zhongming would let the plane simulate the failure to test the actual operation of the emergency plan, as well as the combat capability of firefighting and ambulance.

"Don't guess, it's Yang Luo who is still on it, and he hasn't come back since he flew solo today." Ye Jianlong said, with a worried look on his face.

In the distance, in the low altitude in front of everyone, a fighter plane flew smoothly, without a tail flame, and everyone understood that it was an engine failure or a lack of aviation fuel.

They prayed in their hearts that the fighter plane would make a successful forced landing.

Every pilot doesn't want an accident on the plane, whether it's himself or someone else.

In the air, Yang Luo's face did not see a trace of panic, he was calmly holding the control stick, stepping on the left and right rudders, trying to control the plane to glide smoothly.

Could it be that Yang Luo is really not nervous, is he really not afraid of death?

No, in fact, Yang Luo is also afraid of death, the reason why he is not nervous is because he is sure enough to make a successful forced landing.

Before diving, Yang Luoji ran into the system and simulated flying once.

In the system space, after flying to an altitude of 13,000 meters, it dived, leveled, turned off the engine, simulated the aviation fuel burned out, and then glided for forced landing, and the result was successful.

Therefore, now it is just a matter of drawing a scoop with a gourd, and it is just a matter of doing it again.

After calculating the dive angle, choosing the direction of the station to dive, after pulling up and leveling, the No. 801 fighter was not very far from the station, and the height of the pull was also very good. It not only ensures that it can successfully glide to the station, but also does not let the plane go too fast to rush out of the runway.

Limited by the small body and static unstable aerodynamic layout, the gliding ability of the J-7G is very poor.

The so-called static instability can be understood literally, when it is quiet, it is unstable.

Poor gliding ability is a common problem of all fighter planes except for propeller aircraft, whether it is a domestic or foreign fighter, and the gliding ability is extremely poor.

But no matter how bad it is, it still has a certain gliding ability, as long as there is enough speed, a short gliding can still be done.

The J-7G's minimum level flight speed is 240 km/h, and it will stall below 240 km/h.

A stall means a complete loss of lift, the wings, rudders, and joysticks of the aircraft fail, and in the end there is only one result - the plane crashes.

The sky after the thunderstorm was still fluttering with raindrops, drop by drop hitting the cockpit glass cover. Fortunately, the strong winds followed the thunderstorm clouds, and the wind speed was very low.

The J-7G that has lost power is very difficult to control, and if you add strong winds, the difficulty of this control will rise in a straight line, and it is easy to enter a spiral rolling attitude.

"Yang Luo, report altitude and speed." Hu Zhongming looked through the telescope and carefully checked the gliding posture of 801.

Almost all the officers on duty in the tower stood up and looked out of the tower, their eyes focused on the 801 fighter, and the naked eye could already see that the 801 was flying from a distance.

For this time, all the work is important, and only the landing of the 801 is the most important thing.

"Three hundred in height, three hundred and five in speed." Yang Luo's voice was calm.

"Okay, that's it." Hu Zhongming said softly.

"I landed right away, now put the landing gear." Yang Luo said to play and directly put down the landing gear.

"The landing gear has been lowered." Hu Zhongming had already seen the landing gear poking out of the belly of the plane.

"Ground wind 4 m/s, no crosswinds and gusts"

"The ground is slippery, slow down, you're too fast right now."

"Adjust the posture of the fuselage, pay attention to the attitude, your current fuselage posture is a little unstable."

In the military encryption channel, there is only the voice of the regiment commander Hu Zhongming.

Yang Luo didn't speak, he focused on the control of the fighter, he didn't aim at the runway just now, he needed to fine-tune the direction.

Stepping lightly on the left rudder and clenching the joystick with both hands, the plane was aimed at the runway in a jolt.

In the eyes of everyone at the tower, this shaking was like drunkenness, falling from the air to the ground.

"My speed is too high, and the ground is slippery, so I can glide far." Yang Luo said.

Hearing Yang Luo's words, Hu Zhongming hurriedly signaled to the communications staff officer and informed Wen Xianjun to get ready.

Yang Luo's eyes were strafing back and forth on the altimeter in front of him, and his altitude continued to drop.

200 meters!

150 meters!

100 meters!

"It's now." Yang Luo's eyes shrank, aimed at the runway, pressed the lever and lowered his head, and then immediately pulled the lever to raise his head.

Looking from the tower, you can see that the No. 801 fighter smashed down from the air at an extremely fast speed.

Hu Zhongming's eyes widened, could it be that this newcomer who he was preparing to cultivate carefully was so short-lived?

Ye Jianlong's heart was in his throat, the original wingman was forced to ground off, could it be that this wingman was going to follow in a more serious footsteps and become a martyr directly?

Everyone is waiting for a miracle.

A miracle did happen, and Yang Luo relied on his own technology to achieve a miracle.

At the moment before landing, Yang Luo released the parachute, and it was the parachute that saved the No. 801 fighter and himself.

The parachute "banged" and opened in the tail, and the pulled No. 801 fighter slammed down, greatly reducing its speed.

In the air, this action is enough to stall the plane, but it is already on the ground, there is no stall, all you want is to reduce the speed.

On the tower, outside the combat readiness duty room, and on the edge of the runway, everyone found that the No. 801 J-7G deceleration parachute was opened, and the landing gear poking out from under the belly of the aircraft hit the ground first, and after bouncing on the runway, it landed steadily on the runway, and then the front landing gear fell on the runway, and the high-speed rolling aviation tires splashed with water mist on the slippery runway.

Everyone applauded in unison and erupted in cheers.

Hu Zhongming finally relaxed and collapsed on the chair, don't look at him all the time seems to be calm, but among all of them, he is also the most stressed.

The meteorological staff officer almost cried tears of joy and escaped.

Ye Jianlong's heart was finally put back into his chest with peace of mind.

For everyone, they have seen more serious dangers, but every time they are successfully handled, they have a feeling of the rest of their lives.

Being able to successfully land on the runway basically means that the forced landing was successful.

But for Yang Luo, it's not over yet.

The speed of the 801 landing was too high, well above the normal 260 km/h, and the ground was wet and the friction was weakened, and it was necessary to glide on the runway much farther than usual.

Luckily, the runway is long enough.

Brake.

Tighten the brakes.

The water mist raised by the No. 801 J-7G was all over the sky, and it slid out of a distance of more than 1,000 meters before stopping on the runway.

Without jet fuel, it is impossible to slide to the tarmac, and can only be towed by a tractor.

Soon, a tractor drove over, and the mechanic wearing a raincoat put a tow rope on the fuselage, and the tractor dragged the No. 801 fighter to Hangar No. 1.