After the snow, the weather is clear, it is the time of snow, the temperature is very low, most of them nest in the warm room, the traffic on the Hama highway is relatively small, but it is not nothing,

At this time, on the highway, two police cars were escorting a police minibus pulling criminals, sounding the alarm, which was a police car from Deshan City, a county-level city next door to Anxian County, and was sending criminals to prison.

In the co-pilot of the vehicle at the front, the man with the rank of first-class police inspector on his shoulder suddenly noticed that a fighter plane above the right front was scarred and was lowering its altitude and slowly descending onto the road.

The man was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrank, and he immediately realized that something was wrong, the plane had an accident, and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand and shouted: "Stop, all vehicles stop." ”

The driver decisively released the accelerator, applied the brakes, and quickly stopped the car.

The man then gave a decisive order: "All the people in front and behind get out of the car and stop all vehicles." ”

"Bureau Liu, what's wrong?" An inquiry came over the intercom.

"The unit's plane had an accident and was going to make a forced landing on the road." Liu Ju explained, while quickly opening the car door and jumping out of the car.

Others don't know what the situation is, but Liu Ju, who has served as a soldier in the Air Force and has worked in at least the correction battalion, knows very well that this plane is going to make an emergency landing.

The highway is only 15 meters wide, and a fighter jet can have a wingspan of nearly 10 meters, which takes up more than half of the width.

For a while, seven or eight policemen got down from the two police cars in front and behind, and directly stopped all the vehicles in the direction they came.

In the air, Yang Luo pressed the bar forward slightly, aiming at the road in front of him, his face was solemn and serious, and a fine bead of sweat could be seen on his forehead.

This is a section of road that Yang Luo deliberately chose, only there are no vehicles in front of this section of the road, although there are vehicles coming behind, but Yang Luo also found a police car, and in his mind, three police cars should help stop the follow-up vehicles.

At an altitude of 50 meters and a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, the aviation fuel has bottomed out, less than 1 percent.

Success or failure is here, and there will be no more opportunities to pull up a skydive.

become, live.

defeated, hanging on the wall.

The closer it is to the ground, the more the body shakes, which is affected by low-altitude turbulence and cannot be avoided.

Forced landing in the field is a test of a pilot's skills, there is no reference data such as wind direction and wind speed, everything has to rely on yourself.

Yang Luo held the joystick in his hand and tried to keep the fighter steady, his mind was unusually calm, and his eyes were staring at the road in front of him through the glass in front of him.

This is the best time to land, and there is not a single car on the straight road within a few hundred meters ahead.

Reach out and press the landing gear switch, and the climate landing gear under the belly slowly pokes out and prepares for grounding.

In the rear, the people in the vehicle that was stopped by Liu Ju and his party stepped out of the car one by one, looking at the fighter plane that was landing in front of them in amazement.

What's going on?

Fighter jets landed on the road, what the hell is this?

The people who reacted took out their mobile phones one after another and took pictures and videos in front of them.

"Drop!"

In the cockpit of the 801 J-7G, a rapid and highest-frequency alarm sounded, and the red light shone brightly, reminding Yang Luo that the aviation fuel had run out.

Yang Luo was unmoved, his face was calm, the height at this time was already less than twenty meters, what could he do without power.

The engine stopped, the on-board backup power was automatically started, Yang Luo pulled the rod slightly, the nose was slightly raised, and the rear landing gear located on the belly of the aircraft first touched the ground, and then the front landing gear came into contact with the wet highway road, and the aviation tires rotated at high speed, raising bursts of water mist.

The road was slippery, Yang Luo used all the deceleration devices, the on-board braking system was activated, the deceleration plate was erected, the flaps were lowered, and the deceleration parachute was released and opened.

A variety of deceleration means were used at the same time, and the 801 J-7G still taxied on the highway for more than 800 meters before gradually returning to zero and stopping steadily on the highway.

Taking off the oxygen mask and taking a deep breath of the low-altitude air with complex composition, Yang Luo had a feeling of the rest of his life, with a smile on his face, and reported to the tower that was still waiting for news: "Report to the tower, the 801 forced landing is successful, it's over." ”

In the air, the roar of the AL-31 aero engine was heard, and it was the J-10S hovering overhead.

Forced landing on a narrow highway, and a successful forced landing, Song Yongqi really wanted to say - awesome.

"Yang Luo, well done." Song Yongqi said excitedly.

Today's Yang Luo gave him too many surprises, the successful completion of the low-altitude penetration mission, and the successful forced landing on the highway after hitting the bird, these two things are not something that ordinary people can do.

"801, you did a very good job, please wait for rescue in place, and at the same time do a good job of secrecy, the rescue helicopter has been dispatched, over." Lang Shengquan was overjoyed in his heart, and his heart finally settled down.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Everyone in the tower breathed a sigh of relief, and they didn't know who took the lead, and there were bursts of applause.

"801 understood, over."

After Yang Luo responded, he pressed the red emergency switch, which had never been used, and opened the cockpit glass from the inside.

After the cockpit glass was fully opened, Yang Luo followed the operation process, first loosened the parachute, then turned off the various on-board systems and backup power one by one, and then climbed out of the cockpit, stepped on the wings and jumped off the fighter.

When I came to the tail of the plane, I put away the parachute that had been loosened and dropped on the ground, folded it together, and then picked it up and threw it on the wing, and climbed back onto the wing myself.

At this moment, a police car with an alarm stopped in front of Yang Luo.

"Hello, comrade pilot, I am Liu Renhe, deputy director of the Deshan City Public Security Bureau." After Deputy Director Liu Renhe introduced himself, he said, "I happened to be passing by here, do you need any help?" ”

"Hello, Director Liu, please take someone to maintain the traffic, and at the same time help to do the confidentiality work, prohibit others from taking pictures and videos, and avoid the leakage of aircraft information." It didn't belong to a system, Yang Luo didn't dare to hold it up, so he hurriedly returned the salute and asked him for help at the same time.

"It should." Liu Renhe said,

"This is a certain model of the J-7." Glancing at the No. 801 fighter, Liu Renhe said in his heart, but he didn't say anything, and turned around to arrange for the three policemen who came over together to maintain the traffic.

Yang Luo deliberately leaned to the right when landing, leaving a three-meter width on the left side for a car to pass.

Holding the heavy parachute to the nose of the plane, Yang Luo reopened the parachute to cover the nose of the plane, although there was the help of the police, the confidential work that should be done still had to be done.

With the J-10, J-11 and other models equipped with a large number of troops, the J-7G is facing an embarrassing position of imminent elimination in China, but as a second-generation aircraft whose performance is infinitely close to the third-generation aircraft, all its information is still confidential.

There is a parachute cover, which can more or less play a secrecy effect.

Standing on the fuselage and looking around, there are potholes everywhere you look, and there are traces of blood clotting.

Hell, I didn't hit the bird in the mission, but after the mission was completed, I just came down and hit the bird.

Whether this aircraft has to be repaired or overhauled, and how long it will take, it is not known with Yang Luo's current maintenance knowledge.

"Hey! How can you live without a plane? Yang Luo sighed and began to feel melancholy.

The 122 regiment does not have a spare J-7G, and once the aircraft is overhauled, it will either wait or fly the outdated model. On the contrary, the 121st Regiment and the 123rd Regiment both had surplus J-7G as spare aircraft, or they were left behind when they were reequipped with J-10Bs, and only two were left in each regiment, and the rest were handed over to other units.

"It seems that the 123rd Regiment has two spare J-7Gs, I wonder if the division commander will transfer a plane from the 123rd Regiment to fly for me first? I'll have to ask when I get back. ”