"Fifteen kilometers ahead, there is a high ground!" The "Meat Dry" who was escorting the aircraft on the side saw that Lin Mo's fighter was getting slower and slower, and could only rely on the declining engine output and airflow control to stabilize the airframe.

"I saw it! Thank you 'Meat Dry'!" Lin Mo pulled out the oxygen mask and smiled, "Okay, let me try how to make a forced landing in this environment, I haven't tried it before." ”

"I'll help me escort! Pay attention to the ailerons and retract slowly, this kind of place is not compared to the lower runway, and the landing gear may hit the stones. The "fleshy" fighter suddenly rushed in front of Lin Mo and stood for Lin Mo in advance, so as to choose a safe forced landing path.

Less than a hundred meters away from the rugged mountain, there was a high ground surrounded by cliffs, and the top was quite flat, and a straight line could barely be distinguished, fortunately Lin Mo saw a touch of green, it was grass.

The high ground on the top of the mountain should be weathered soil, coupled with the erosion of the grass, which means that there will not be too much gravel, and it should still be able to meet the emergency landing.

"Control the speed, the landing distance is very short, don't rush over the head." "Dry meat" is Lin Mo's wind, this natural forced landing site is really not optimistic, but there is no better forced landing site around.

"Okay!" Lin Mo stretched out his hand and raised a fist to signal to "Meat Dry".

Pulling up the nose of the plane and lowering the landing gear, Lin Mo completely relied on the habit of the "Thunder Dragon" and rushed to the grass near the top of the mountain, tightly controlled the joystick, and quickly slowed down in the violent vibration.

After all, it is not a carefully maintained cement take-off and landing strip, and the tires of the landing gear from time to time hit rocks, even if only the size of a fist, can cause violent bumps in the fighter.

In the first few seconds of landing, Lin Mo's "Thunder Dragon" was even shocked and bounced a few times, as if it would be shaken out of the high ground and fall down the mountain at any time.

Under Lin Mo's control, the speed of the "Thunder" fighter became slower and slower, and suddenly, a strong wind blew, unfortunately, still downwind.

Damn, pilots are most taboo about "having a good trip" How to fly downwind, without lift, the plane simply becomes an ornament.

The deceleration of the "Thunder Dragon" suddenly lost control, and instead of stopping slowly as expected, it continued to slide forward without slowing down due to the strong mountain top wind.

"Slow down, slow down, there's a cliff ahead!" Suddenly, there was an anxious shout of "Meat Dry" in the channel.

"I've turned off the engine, I'm already braking! Don't push too hard, or even the whole plane will be blown out by the wind. Lin Mo's palms were almost sweating, as a light fighter that made full use of gas power, he was more susceptible to the effects of the wind, and he could clearly feel the body shaking violently in the strong mountain wind.

Especially the wind on the top of this mountain, the wind speed is fast, and it is very easy to blow Lin Mo's "Thunder Dragon" out directly.

Lin Mo's forced landing touched the hearts of everyone in the "Boscat" command center, and the channel was silent, for fear of a trace of disturbance, which would make Lin Mo's success a failure.

"Hold on, hold on, you hold on to me!" Lin Mo adjusted the ailerons to fight against the mountain wind blowing behind him, and even pulled the cannon fire to obtain the recoil force.

The nose of the plane slammed down, and when "Meat Dry" and Lin Mo almost thought they were going to rush out of the cliff, they finally stopped at the last moment and continued to rush forward.

Lin Mo stuck out his head and looked out of the cockpit, gasping for air.

Good guys, the nose landing gear has fallen out of the cliff, the fuselage is half knocked on the edge of the cliff, and the front half of the cockpit is out of the cliff.

The entire "Thunder" fighter was pouting its buttocks, looking like a little suffered, lying on the edge of the cliff.

"It's dangerous! ~" Lin Mo patted his chest, but he didn't dare to move forward, for fear of shifting his center of gravity.

The "meat dryness" hovering in the air let out a long breath, "Good fellow, enough to hang." His gaze moved to the side, and he suddenly froze, and shouted anxiously: "'Dragon Knight', that 'Radiance' is also about to crash land, right next to you." ”

Rumble! ～～

There was a shaking and shaking, and even Lin Mo could feel that the "Thunder Dragon" half-hanging on the edge of the cliff moved a few centimeters forward, and couldn't help but scold: "This king and eight calves should fall to death." ”

He unbuckled his seat belt, took off the "Kuafu" aviation tactical helmet, and looked back, the difficult ace "Guanghui" actually chose the same place to make a forced landing, but unfortunately, when landing, it obviously did not adjust its attitude smoothly, and accidentally hit the steep slope on the edge of the grass, and the entire wing was broken, and the crunch made a harsh metal friction.

Ah Da bumped into Ah Er, and it was really unexpected that two unlucky guys who were still fighting and dying just now were forced to land together in such a way.

"'Dragon Knight' I don't have enough fuel, take care!" "Meat dry" saw the fuel count, threw away the external fuel tank before the air battle, the body's own fuel was consumed extremely quickly in the battle, and the fuel for returning home had to be calculated.

"Understood, go ahead, leave it to me here! Remember to ask the 'door god' to bring a maintenance technician and tools, as long as it can be repaired, I can drive it back!" Lin Mo pushed open the cockpit canopy and leaned out and waved at the other "Thunder Dragon" hovering above.

"No problem!"

The "fleshy" dragon in the sky shook its wings, as if it was saying goodbye.

Lin Mo grabbed the bulkhead, nimble like a monkey, jumped to the ground from the rear of the fuselage, and stretched out his head to look down at the cliff.

At least 200 meters at a height, if this falls, simply receive a pension.

Reaching out to find the position under the cockpit, Lin Mo burst out with light battle qi, burst out with a force comparable to that of a diesel forklift, and forcibly held up the nose of the plane and pushed the entire fighter into the cliff, which was regarded as relieving the danger that the entire fighter would fall off the cliff at any time.

Pushing a few meters further inside, piling up the tires of the landing gear with a few stones, Lin Mo clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction for his masterpiece.

Originally, the damaged mouth of the body was still smoking, but now it has faded, and it is estimated that the automatic protection mechanism has played a role.

There was a strange noise nearby.

Lin Mo turned his head and saw a pilot standing a few meters away from the "brilliance" of the failed landing with a stiff movement, still holding a pistol in his hand and looking at him in a flurry manner, as if he was stunned by the process of Lin Mo carrying the fighter plane with his bare hands.

From the sky to the ground, it can be regarded as fate.

This guy also escaped, and Lin Mo thought that the pilot of "Radiance" would pass out and be burned to death in the cabin.

This is not a papier-mâché, at least a nine-ton light fighter was lifted gently and skillfully.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!~

Suddenly, the "Brilliant" fighter behind the pilot burst into flames, and the sound of bullets exploding kept coming.

The Indian pilot slammed into the air and quickly ran away, far away from the fighter plane, which had been caught in flames.

Facts have proved that he was right, and not long after running away, the detonating missile directly blew the fighter to pieces, and the impact bo and flames directly engulfed a radius of more than ten meters.

But the Indian pilot didn't have any happiness for the rest of his life.

Because in front of him, there is an even more terrifying humanoid beast, a human who can lift a fighter jet alive, even if the pilot's physique can rank among the top three in the world's military professions, it is not so exaggerated.

"When did dog tags become popular among Indians?" Lin Mo's keen eyes saw two finger-sized metal tags faintly flashing around the pilot's neck, and the silver reflection was shiny.

"Don't move!" The Indian pilot raised his gun and pointed it at Lin Mo, but his tone was obviously trembling uncontrollably, and he discovered a terrible fact, this guy who killed himself from the sky was not Pakistani, but clearly East Asian.

Chinese people!? A chill stretched from the back of the head to the soles of the feet.

The two pilots noticed each other's strangeness almost at the same time, and none of the two sides that had been engaged in the air battle with their superb fighting skills just now were the original and genuine goods of the two warring countries.

"You're not Pakistani! You are a Chinese!" The pilot took off his aviation helmet, showed a chestnut-haired and blue-eyed and hooked nose face, pointed the muzzle at Lin Mo, spoke English, and did not have the usual * smell, and his identity was still revealed.

"Are you Indian?!" Lin Mo smiled indifferently, in his eyes, the guy opposite was already a dead man.

This kind of big ** personnel hide their identities and pretend to enter the battlefield of another country, not only military assistance, but also the need to test tactics, otherwise where would there be so much military equipment for nothing.

First-class equipment for your own use, second-rate equipment to fool people, there is no free lunch in this world.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that even India and Pakistan would know that not only Pakistan has foreign aid, but even India has also sent foreign aid, and that the pilots of China and another big country would meet in such a way and on such an occasion.

Woohoo!~

The pilot who was suspected of being a foreigner did not hesitate to shoot first, and there was no benevolence and righteousness on the battlefield.

It is not fun to make the opponent have one less elite fighter and weaken the opponent's air power.

The "Brilliant" fighter in the burning is the best cremation stove.

As everyone knows, both of them have the same mind.

A 9 mm caliber warhead jumped around Lin Mo's body, as if it was tickling, and Lin Mo didn't even move his body.

The foresight of Lao Pan of the air crew, how could the "Kuafu" individual tactical armor care about the shooting of such pistol bullets.

How is it possible, the other party was shocked to find that the anti-load suit on Lin Mo's body completely ignored his own shot, and the pistol hit it, not even a mark, it was directly dented, absorbing the kinetic energy of the warhead, and gently flicked the warhead away.

Only then did the other party realize that the pilot's special anti-load suit on Lin Mo's body seemed to be a little different, more like land defense armor, and it shouldn't be a single soldier's tactical armor this day.

It seems too extravagant to wear this on an airplane.

Thinking of this, the other party's face turned white, and he looked at Lin Mo with wide eyes.