After whistling over the old British aircraft formation, Kang Xiaoshuai felt a more violent shaking from the airframe than he had felt before when breaking through the sound barrier, and this time there was no clone instructor to deal with the danger for him, well, the F15C didn't even have a back seat!

An even more terrifying scene appeared in front of Kang's eyes: streams of black fuel were gushing out of the right wing of the F15C fighter numbered LN334.

“TF！ What scratched my wing? Kang Xiaoshuai said to himself after seeing the fuel being sprayed.

Did the Brits shoot me with some weapon? No way, I just used the speed of a sonic boom to get over their heads, what can they shoot me with? No, what's the little blood stain on the cabin cover? I can't just hit a bird!?

Although he lowered the height of the fighter to a height of more than 100 meters above the sea, the wind shear and downdraft allowed Ya to dodge, and he even controlled the body shaking when he broke through the sound barrier that he was not sure of before.

However, a seabird that could not avoid the high-speed collision of the F15C fighter directly cut a hole deep into the fuel tank on the right wing of the LN334. Of course, Kang Xiaoshuai's luck is still not rotten, if this seabird hits the cabin cover or is involved in the engine, Ya may not even have time to scold her mother.

"E4 ship, this is LN334, I have already disposed of the eight British planes, but my right wing and seabird collided, and it is leaking oil, I think, I wipe ......" Kang Xiaoshuai didn't have time to report the situation on his side to the E4 ship in detail, and the F15 fighter he was flying had a situation that made him have to interrupt the call.

Kang Xiaoshuai, a primary school pilot, did not reduce the speed of the plane to a safer range when he found that the right wing began to spray fuel outward, and the hole that was originally knocked out by the seabird was torn bigger and bigger when flying at high speed, so that the entire right wing fell off.

At the moment when Kang Xiaoshuai's words blurted out, the F15C fighter numbered LN334 was out of his control and flew along a strange spiral trajectory like a fly without a head.

"My right wing is broken, repeat, my right wing is broken, I'm going to eject to save myself!" Soon Kang Xiaoshuai realized that he had encountered the one-wing F15 incident in the mouth of the clone instructor who liked to chatter.

Kang Xiaoshuai's clone instructor was obviously adjusted to the Israeli Air Force version, and in the daily training, this clone who was set up to love to talk about the personality of the clone often mentioned in Kang Xiaoshuai's ear that the legendary flight cadet of the Israeli Air Force - Jon Eisley.

On May 1, 1983, Jon Easley, who was also a student pilot, piloted a two-seater F15D fighter jet and brushed shoulders with a Skyhawk fighter during a simulated aerial dogfight, in which Jon lost its entire right wing.

Miraculously, Jon regained control of the plane and finally landed at the airport after being asked twice by the instructor in the back seat to parachute, and even more amazing is that the F15D fighter numbered 957 was re-equipped with wings and soared into the sky four months later.

Although the clone instructor repeatedly told every detail of this legendary story, so that Kang Xiaoshuai's ears were almost calloused, this could not change Kang Xiaoshuai's idea of ejecting and escaping in the first place.

What are you kidding, Jon is a pilot who has been screened out layer by layer, Lao Tzu just played a mobile game and was pushed into the cockpit of the plane, and the gap between me and him is at least a Pacific Ocean! Besides, the Israelis finally have a clear location to land at the airport, where the hell am I going to fly? Parachute directly and wait for the rough embryo on the E4 ship to come and fish me.

I don't know if Kang Xiaoshuai dared to press the button of the launch ejection chair so decisively after learning the news that the E4 ship couldn't find a rough embryo who could drive a helicopter, I'm afraid that he would also gamble like Jon, so he had to fly to a place where the E4 ship could be seen by the naked eye and then eject!

The rocket ejection chair catapulted Kang Xiaoshuai to a safe height, the parachute and the distress signal transmitter were working normally, Kang Xiaoshuai, who was floating in mid-air, watched his car enter the water at an angle of about 15 degrees, first broke the nose of the plane, then rolled on the sea several times, and finally stopped on a shallow beach where its tail could still be exposed.

"There is no longer a signal from LN334 on our anti-aircraft search radar, but a radio distress signal from its ejection chair can be clearly received." The rough embryo of the radar room of the E4 ship reported to Su Yan the news of the collapse of LN334 into the sea.

"What if you get a distress signal clearly? Could any of us fly a helicopter? Or do you expect any of you to get the ship there? "Su Yan is already desperate for this ship's rough embryo with the wrong specialty.

"Sir, I've received a radio distress signal from a friendly ejection chair nearby!" A man with a cool flight helmet said to the pilot in the back seat.

"Rub, I know that bullshit 'director team' is not well-intentioned, this is directly throwing us on a battlefield with a worrying situation!" Said the pilot in the back seat.

"Sir, we only have two 'Sidewinder' missiles, and if there are no friendly fighters to escort us, I'm afraid that our catapult chair will also send a distress signal soon." Like all the rough embryos that have just emerged from the light curtain of the dome, the pilot in the front row is not even the slightest bit optimistic about his situation.

"I'm going to keep in touch with the friendly forces in the Green Paint Zone, and you're flying towards the location of the radio distress signal, and maybe we'll be able to give that hapless pilot a little help." Said the pilot in the back seat.

"Help? Sir, are you kidding, what kind of thing is hanging under our belly that is suitable for allied forces? Cluster bombs or bulky GBU-109s? Do you want to strafe the ground with an aerial gun? The pilot in the front row complained.

"If you're the one who falls, don't you want a friendly plane flying overhead, even if it's just a fighter like us that is not conducive to rescue?" Said the pilot in the back seat.

"Sir, I'm just spitting and complaining, don't be like me. Let's go now, that's not just a matter of pushing a shot. After speaking, the pilot in the front row pulled up the fuselage and flew in the direction of Kang Xiaoshuai's parachute jump.

"This is LN2003, call the green paint area, please answer if you receive it." The pilot in the back seat continued to call the friendly forces in the green paint zone mentioned by the "director's team".

"This is the 'Sacramento' class integrated supply ship E4 ship in the green paint area, and we have an F15C fighter jet crashing into the sea in the area near you, rustling, rustling, rustling." This time, the call quality between the E4 ship and the fighter with the number LN2003 was no higher than the last time they talked to Task Force 38.

"British!? British? Generally, we Chinese people use this word to put hats on others, it is estimated that it will not be a good thing, could it be that the British shot down our F15C fighter? Said the pilot in the front seat.

"Britain has the ability to shoot down the F15C, and it can also take us down. I guess most of the F15Cs were shot down by SAMs, and if we don't have friendly help, the only hope of survival is to destroy them before SAMs can detect us. Said the pilot in the back seat.