The cabin of the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft was in chaos. After Major Bill got the report from the technician, he immediately clapped his hands and shouted to the pilot in the cockpit: "Carl, this may be a collision, turn east, climb to an altitude of 16,000 meters, and take the initiative to avoid him."

"Yes, Mr. Captain!" The pilot didn't look back, and gestured directly behind him.

"Regiel, try to reach out to the other party and show him that we have no ill will!" [.81zw]

"Linda, prepare an emergency plan and clean up the confidential information, just in case."

"Ai Li, report our situation to your superiors (the latest chapter of Wu Dong Qiankun 81zw)."

"Everyone, pay attention, carry your own umbrella bag and secure yourself."

Captain Mieri. Major Bill responded quickly according to the emergency regulations, and issued orders one after another.

The nose of the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance plane was slightly raised, and it began to climb rapidly, and all the personnel in the cabin were tightly fixed to their seats without saying a word because of the relationship between acceleration and elevation angle.

A piston propeller fighter followed.

The RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft intends to take advantage of the flight altitude and actively avoid the P-51 "Mustang".

The P-51 "Mustang" can only reach 12,700 meters, while the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft can reach about 15,000 meters, although there are no weapons, but it can use the height to make this old World War II king powerless, even with 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine guns and short-range air-to-air missiles, there is no guarantee that it can shoot down the opponent at an altitude of 3,000 meters.

"We couldn't get in touch with each other, the other side was silent on the radio, and there was no signal at all."

"Accelerate. We need to be faster, see no, the machine guns on the wing of the opponent must have been modified, it's really fast. ”

"That's right! Major Mieri, you see, its speed has exceeded North American Airlines design standards, and it is close to the speed of a jet fighter. Gosh, is this still a piston-powered plane? ”

"I know, young man, I knew something was wrong when I saw the other man coming at us so voluntarily, Regiel. Signal through the international emergency frequency that we have no malicious intent, please stop the attack. ”

Mieri. Major Bill stared at the altimeter, 8,000, 9,000, 11,000 were climbing upward, and his body could clearly feel the overload, pressing himself tightly into his seat.

Four Pratt & Whitney TF33-P-9 turbofan engines burst out at nearly 100 percent power, and the roar of the engines filled the entire cabin, leaving all crew members silent. Waiting for the captain and pilot to get everyone through this crisis.

It's not a joke, it's not a drill, a fighter is coming at them, and even an old model of World War II is capable of shooting them down.

"Damn, the other side climbed 7000 meters, and the speed still hasn't slowed down! He must have replaced the engine with a higher power. The technician who tracked down the "Mustang" couldn't help but curse. The plane's friendly and evasive signals were like a stone in the sea, and the P-51 simply ignored their initiative to identify themselves and warn them.

"It seems to be a veteran, think about what happened eleven years ago, this guy is here to take revenge, everyone be careful, if something happens, be sure to protect yourself."

Captain Mieri. Major Bill felt a chill in his heart. If it were the official pilots of the Chinese Air Force, I am afraid that most of them would have been expelled directly according to the defense regulations, and they would not have been killed so violently.

The picture of the optical equipment turned around, the muzzle of the black hole in the middle of the left and right wings. It proves that the latest chapter of the martial arts Qiankun 81zw This "Mustang" is definitely not a civilian toy, and it is unknown what the way it came from.

The major of the American Navy only guessed half right, this airspace was not the business area that Lin Mo was responsible for, and the dragon knights from another world would not follow so many rules and regulations dogmatically.

"The height is 12,000, and the other party still has 3,000 meters! The other party is almost at the height of the theoretical limit. ”

Mieri. Major Bill finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the piston fighter chased the jet-engined plane, which was born with a power disadvantage.

By the time this "Mustang" reached an altitude of 12,000 meters, their RC-135 reconnaissance aircraft had already reached a safe altitude of 15,000 meters.

"The target height is 13,000 meters, the speed has not decreased, oh my God!13,500! Carl, Carl, don't stop, keep climbing, go higher!"

The technician in charge of tracking the P-51 "Mustang" couldn't help but exclaim, as a fighter produced in his own country, he naturally knew the performance parameters of this fighter, but 13,500 meters still couldn't stop the opponent's climb speed, what the hell, is it still a piston fighter?

"I'm already accelerating! Don't move, everybody!" Karl, the pilot in the cockpit, pulled the joystick again and steered the plane to continue climbing. The RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft cannot be raised indefinitely, and there is also an altitude limit, and all the members of the aircraft organization can only pray that before the RC-135 reaches the maximum flight altitude, the opponent will not have enough power in advance and will not be able to continue to climb.

"This isn't a P-51! This isn't a P-51!"

Mieri. Major Bill's face turned pale, his hands clasped together, and he prayed to God.

God, at an altitude of more than 10,000 people, the thin cockpit canopy of the P-51 "Mustang" can't stop the low pressure and low temperature at high altitude.

The thermometer outside the cabin showed that it had reached minus 41 degrees, above 10,000 meters, where was the height that the "Mustang" was able to reach.

"Everyone, please note that the target is still 1,500 meters away from our altitude and 5,500 meters away."

"Haha, I saw it, the plane began to emit black smoke, it burned incompletely, and the piston engine didn't work."

The optical equipment immediately transmitted the captured picture into the cabin, and the crew finally showed a relieved smile on their faces when they saw the LCD screen, and the engine technology gap finally appeared, and the exhaust port in front of the P-51 "Mustang" cockpit began to emit gradual black smoke, representing that the engine power was declining.

"The height difference is 1000 meters, hell, God, it's still close, 3500 meters away! Ah, what kind of plane is this!"

But in their eyes, the crazy "mustang" showed no signs of slowing down at all, but got closer.

"This, this is 15,000 meters in the air! Does it have a jet engine? "Mieri. Major Bill's pupils were placed in a large circle.

A four-engine jet was chased to an altitude of 15,000 meters by an ancient piston propeller aircraft, and there is nothing crazier in the world.

In fact, the piston engine of the P-51 "Mustang" has begun to decline at an altitude of 8,000 meters, and according to common sense, it has come to an end if it can fly to 12,000 meters, but with the addition of a dragon with a void magnetic field, the nature is completely reversed.

The newly renovated double-layered one-piece tempered glass hood is tightly fitted, and the cockpit wall is filled with thermal insulation material, even if it is affected by low temperatures, it is not a problem for the Dragon Knight's A+ physique.

"Boss! The target height is 14,600 meters!" The technician in charge of staring at the P-51 "Mustang" said in a bitter tone.

All the crew members in the cabin of the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance plane looked dead and looked out of the porthole, and the familiar figure of a Pao-51 "Mustang" covered in camouflage was rushing up lightly from their left flank, appearing at this impossible altitude.

"Sir Mieri, our altitude is now 16,700 meters, and we have to keep crawling! What is that? "The pilot, who was engrossed in piloting the plane in the cockpit, was just about to report the situation (the latest chapter 81zw of the martial arts) when he saw an incredible scene outside the cockpit window.

Did the gods come? Can this old thing climb to this height?

Surprised and incredulous, the pilot turned on several devices for measuring altitude and looked out the window at the ground, yes, at least at an altitude of 15,000 meters.

"The target is back, quick, reduce altitude."

The P-51 "Mustang" was almost pressed above the RC-135 strategic reconnaissance aircraft, and even a clear shadow of the aircraft could be seen reflected on the wings, so close that the alarm sounded in the cabin.

The crew is already all stupid, what kind of plane is this?

It must be the "Weilong (J-20)" in the shell of the "Mustang (P-20)".

worked hard to climb to this height, but he couldn't fight an old-fashioned plane, and he was even crushed, so don't mention it.

"Damn it, Carl! Crash him away!" Mieri. Major Bill was in his heart, he was the captain, he was responsible for the entire crew, he was pinned down at high altitude by an aircraft shaped like a P-51 "Mustang", what happened next, everything was possible.

"Yes, sir!" The pilot of the RC-135 reconnaissance plane, while confirming Lin Mo's position, quickly pulled the flaps, adjusted the tail rudder, and pressed the joystick to the right.

The RC-135 reconnaissance plane sank sharply as if it were absolutely unusual, the left wing went up, the right wing sank, and made a sideways turn at a large angle, and the huge wing slapped towards the P-51 "Mustang" like a fly swatter.

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