The moon is like a mirror, and the stars are dotted.

The farther south you go, the warmer it gets.

The northeast of the first month is still icy and snowy, and the temperature is still below freezing.

The temperature in Jiangyou Province, which is located in the south of the Yangtze River, has returned to more than 10 degrees, especially in Qianzhou, the southern gate of Jiangyou Province, where the maximum temperature can sometimes reach more than 25 degrees.

A few minutes later, Yang Luo drove the 301 J-10C from Fushi, which is known as the hometown of talents, to penetrate the defense at a low altitude and enter the northeast of Qianzhou.

After killing two J-11Bs, there is no longer a threat in the air, and Yang Luo needs to pay attention to ground air defense.

And he only carried two air-to-ground training bombs, and used one of them, so he was very careful along the way, trying to choose to fly in the mountains, even if he had to cross the open area, he chose to enter the ultra-low altitude to avoid radar locks.

Flying over the northernmost county of Qianzhou, Yang Luo entered the sky above the country's famous Jiangjun County, Xingguo, and experienced the place where the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries worked and fought.

Xingguo is a famous model county in the Soviet District, the first county of martyrs and a general's county with a good reputation in China, a name that once shined in China.

Numbers are the best interpretation of history

In that year, the county had a population of 230,000, more than 80,000 people joined the army and participated in the war, more than 50,000 people sacrificed their lives for the country, and there were 23,179 martyrs whose names can be examined in the county, and there were 56 founding generals here, ranking second at the county level in the country.

There were 12,038 Xing officers and soldiers who died on the Long March alone, and almost every kilometer a Xing soldier fell.

The 25,000-mile long journey was paved with the lives of the officers and men of the Red Army, and it was also sprinkled with the blood of the sons and daughters of the rejuvenation of the country.

The long march of thousands of miles is the soul of the country.

Although Yang Luo is not a Xingguo person, his mother is a Xingguo person.

I still remember when I was a child, every time I went to my grandfather's house, I would go to the martyrs' cemetery to pay tribute to the martyrs, and one of them was his grandfather's own uncle.

Moreover, his grandfather would tell him about the war-torn years of those years, and tell him the heroic stories that their generation witnessed or handed down.

Tracing the footprints of the martyrs across thousands of mountains and rivers is to pursue the legends of swaying souls.

With high respect, I set my eyes on the mountains and rivers of Heungguk County, and swept through the air at high speed into the area under the jurisdiction of another county.

A few minutes later, the familiar geography of mountains and rivers appeared in Yang Luo's eyes, but it looked very strange in the dark night.

Below where Yang Luo is now is his hometown, a small mountain village in Qian County, Qianzhou City.

This breakthrough route is not the best route, the danger factor is slightly higher, but I have been away from home for more than a year, and I have never looked home, and at this time, I have the opportunity to fly over my hometown, Yang Lu feels that I will not be happy if I don't choose this route.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back." Yang Luo muttered softly, and then shook his head again.

Through the cockpit glass, my eyes are deep, silently staring at the familiar and unfamiliar mountains and rivers, and endless thoughts are flooding my mind.

A haunting place, a place to give birth to oneself and raise oneself, a place that records the trajectory of one's life since childhood.

Here is everything that Yang Luo is familiar with, familiar mountains, familiar water, familiar friends......

"Boom!"

The high-pitched roar of the AL-31FN aircraft engine resounded in the night sky of the quiet mountain village, waking up many people who were already asleep, turning on the lights, opening the windows and staring at the starry sky.

It is rare for a small mountain village that has never been passed by an airplane to suddenly appear.

And who knows, the pilot sitting in the plane is still the person they are familiar with?

The 301 J-10C soon disappeared, leaving behind a white trail cloud that refused to dissipate for a long time.

Yang Luo came back to his senses, gathered his thoughts, and with the help of the moonlight, his eyes turned into the distance, and next, he was about to go to the military station located at the southwest end.

To be precise, this is a standby station, and there are currently no aviation flight units stationed and rarely used.

In the middle of the night, the 301 J-10C, bathed in endless silver, burrowed into the undulating hills to avoid electromagnetic waves that could come from an unknown direction.

Direction, SW.

Twenty minutes later, it was already close to the military station, a distance of 15 kilometers.

Along the way, there were no dangers, although they were detected by ground radar several times, but they were successfully evaded, and the other side was not given a chance to launch missiles.

At this time, Yang Luo was very careful.

Around the station, there must have been strong anti-aircraft firepower, and it is even very likely that blind radars were dispatched, and there may not be blind spots in the airspace.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Luo's face was solemn, he gently pressed the lever, and continued to reduce the altitude by some heights, gradually approaching the range of the TX-1C ground-to-air training projectile.

"Drop!"

The radar alarm sounded and the warning light flashed.

Yang Luo looked at the dashboard, the height was 350 meters, Yang Luo was between two peaks at this time, and there was a mountain beam in front of him.

Sure enough, the other party dispatched a blind radar.

Yang Luo's heart sank, his face was a little unsightly, there was the existence of blind radar, no matter how low the altitude was, it would be discovered.

"It seems that we can only break in."

Tie the rod, look up.

The 301 J-10C roared and climbed up, while also rolling to evade radar locks.

Yang Luo opened the afterburner, the throttle valve was already in the end, and the aero engine was running at maximum power, providing strong thrust.

The altitude of the 301 J-10C rises rapidly in geometric form, and the climb rate reaches 240 meters per second.

After only a few seconds, the altitude was higher than the peaks on either side, and the fighter was completely exposed to all the radars that were detecting.

This is a last resort, otherwise he will be killed, and Yang Luo doesn't want to do this.

Since he couldn't hide, Yang Luo let go, and kept flying out of various maneuvers in the air, sweeping towards the target at high speed.

Speed 1100 km/h.

The high overload shrouded his body at all times, pressing Yang Luo on the ejection seat, almost unable to move.

The distance is rapidly approaching.

10 km!

5 km!

In the cockpit, the beeping of the radar warning has not stopped, I don't know how many radars have locked on him, but no missiles have been launched.

Perhaps it was not enough time to launch the project, but it was quickly shaken off, and then it was locked by another radar.

Yang Luo's mind was highly concentrated, his eyes were always on the radar screen, and the airborne active phased array radar detected eight radar signals, ranging from far and near, the closest one was within two kilometers, and the farthest one was nine kilometers away.

And he only has one air-to-ground training bomb, which is reserved for the station and cannot be used on radar positions.

"Drop!"

The missile approaching siren sounded at the highest frequency, flashing wildly.

There are two more signals on the radar screen, one at a distance of 35 km and directly ahead, and one at a distance of 25 km and in the right front, both moving at high speed.

Double bombs are coming!

Crisis is coming!

Two missiles are attacking at the same time, even if they use a stall maneuver, they can't avoid all of them, and at most they can only dodge one.

Even if both of them are avoided, after doing a stall maneuver, the speed is reduced to the minimum, which is equivalent to becoming a target, waiting to be exploded by a follow-up missile.

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