Chapter 170: The Dance of Broken Wings (7)

The fighter jets seen on TV and in pictures and the fighter jets in front of you are not at all the same concept. Zhuang Yichen really approached the J-20 before he fully realized the enormity of the heavy fighter.

The fighter plane that stopped in front of him was about four or five meters high, and the maximum width of the two wings was more than 12 meters. Zhuang Yichen stood at its feet, unable to reach even the top of the landing gear. The weight of the whole plane was close to 20 tons, and the nozzles of the last two engines were stuffed into an adult without any problems.

Faced with such a behemoth, Zhuang Yichen directly performed his flying technique, and only then did he observe it up and down the plane to see the whole picture. After looking around carefully, Zhuang Yichen slowly landed on the duckling wing in front of the fuselage. A little further from this position is the front hatch of the cockpit. Through the thick windshield, the situation inside was also clearly displayed in front of Zhuang Yichen's eyes.

The layout of the cockpit is identical to that of the simulator, except that it is much more cramped. Zhuang Yichen looked at it for a while, and just as he was about to go down, his eyes swept away, but he suddenly saw that there was a conspicuous red mark not far above him.

Zhuang Yichen looked over curiously, and below the marker was a small hatch, which was integrated with the aircraft shell. There is only a small gap around it. Without that mark, you wouldn't be able to see it at all.

Looking at this small hatch, Zhuang Yichen suddenly chuckled in his heart, and a long-ago TV series plot suddenly came to mind. In that drama, the protagonist got off the J-10 fighter, and a ground crew member opened such a hatch and closed the cockpit canopy from the external emergency button.

Don't? This is also a similar design on the J-20? As soon as this idea came to him, Zhuang Yichen's heart jumped with a pop. He reached out and touched it, and inadvertently pressed it one side, only to hear a click, and the small hatch flicked open gently in front of Zhuang Yichen. Inside the hatch, there was a red panic button lying quietly.

His breathing suddenly became a little heavier, and he glanced towards the door, and then released his mental power to feel it carefully. Only then did he suppress the excitement in his heart, and then pressed the button.

A smooth motor sounded softly, and the huge transparent hatch on the cab slowly opened upwards with the work of the two hydraulic levers.

Zhuang Yichen no longer hesitated, and flew directly into the cab.

Sitting in the driver's seat of a real fighter jet, Zhuang Yichen's first feeling was that it was cramped and cramped. It was like a small footbath under the foot, and there was no room for movement except for the two pedals that controlled the rear wing. No wonder fighter pilots have height restrictions when they are selected, such a small space, if the physique is too large, it really can't be stuffed in.

There is no difference between the cockpit and the simulation cabin, and Zhuang Yichen feels more of a sense of psychological novelty in it. He sat in the cab and simulated a flight operation in his mind, but he felt more and more itchy and couldn't wait to fly the plane into the blue sky right now.

This scene is like showing you an island country movie first, then getting you a physical doll, and finally giving you a delicate cute girl. When you finish this step by step, you find that the delicate cute girl just won't let you push it, and that kind of depressing feeling is really uncomfortable.

After another while, Zhuang Yichen leaned on his seat, a thought moved in his heart, but he released his mental power to slowly penetrate the entire plane. As his spiritual power spread, an indescribable sense of control suddenly appeared in Zhuang Yichen's mind.

This was the first time he had used his spiritual power like this since he entered the realm of a three-star mage. He only felt that every tiny detail of the whole plane was truthfully fed back into his brain, and it felt so real that it even gave him the illusion that the plane was a part of his body.

It turns out that after entering the realm of a three-star mage, the spiritual power can still be so useful! If you have maintained such a state during the flight, isn't it the legendary realm of man-machine integration?

This kind of realm is a vague general feeling that every ace pilot can only feel through his lifetime experience, but many times it is such a vague intuition that cannot be explained, but it can make them judge on the battlefield so much faster than ordinary pilots. And in many cases, victory or defeat is determined by these tenths of a second.

After carefully experiencing the mysterious feeling again, Zhuang Yichen reluctantly left the cab. After all, no matter how subtle it feels, it is impossible for him to really fly the plane.

After calming down the obsession in his heart, he closed the canopy of the cabin and returned to the simulation cabin.

After flying in the simulation capsule for a while, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. Captain Liu had breakfast, felt uneasy, and came to see him again. At this time, Zhuang Yichen was also a little tired of playing the simulation cabin, so he went out of the belly of the mountain with him.

In the time that followed, Zhuang Yichen either shot targets in the camp outside the mountain with the rest of the team, or went into the belly of the mountain with Captain Liu to play simulators. Everyone also took advantage of this rare opportunity to relax for two days.

Time flew by, and soon it was the evening of the third day. Everyone had a pretty good dinner together, and then they all went back to rest.

Zhuang Yichen lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a long time, but he couldn't sleep. Except for the first night, Zhuang Yichen and the others lived in the small barracks outside the mountain for the next few days, while Yanhuang Heart was deeply hidden in the secret base inside the mountain.

Since you can't sleep, let's go out for a walk. He walked out of the barracks and onto the playground. didn't walk a few steps, but saw that Qi Han was not sleeping either, and was sitting under a basketball hoop on the side of the playground at this time, humming softly.

Zhuang Yichen walked over and listened carefully, she hummed a Cantonese song, Zhuang Yichen couldn't understand Cantonese, but felt that her singing voice was soft and glutinous, soft and elegant, and indescribably bright and moving.

Qi Han saw Zhuang Yichen coming over, raised his head, and whispered hello, "You can't sleep either?" ”

"yes, yes. What song did you just sing? Zhuang Yichen nodded, walked over as well, and sat down next to her.

"Ambiguous. It's Faye Wong's song. ”

"It's good."

Qi Han smiled shallowly, "Well, I think too." Then she looked up at the narrow last quarter moon in the sky. He continued to hum softly.

Zhuang Yichen sat beside her and listened quietly.

Even if he couldn't understand a word of the lyrics, it didn't prevent him from appreciating the beauty of the song. He hadn't heard the original song, but he felt that he would never need to listen to the original song again.

Qi Han's voice was soft but with some inexplicable power, which made people feel at ease when they heard it. After singing a whole song, Qi Han stood up, looked at him and said, "It's late, let's rest early." ”

"Well, you too." Zhuang Yichen got up and said goodnight to her, and then went back to their rooms.