As soon as I said "I'm out of gas", the whole control tower started to get nervous and busy.

Hu Zhongming picked up the military telescope on the command platform, raised his eyes to look for the figure of the 801 J-7g, and at the same time put the walkie-talkie to his mouth and said softly: "Yang Luo, hold still and don't panic, I believe you can land safely."

He can't panic, he must be calm. If he panics, the entire tower will panic, and it will even affect Yang Luo.

When an aircraft malfunctions in the air (running out of fuel is also a type of malfunction), the most fearful thing is that the pilot panics and operates randomly. There was a possibility of a successful emergency landing, but it crashed because the pilot operated in a panic.

"Captain, do you think I'm nervous?" Yang Luo's voice was still very calm, without any hint of panic.

Hu Zhongming had already seen through the telescope the 801 driven by Yang Luo gliding smoothly at low altitude, and kept muttering: "Okay, okay..."

At the same time, political commissar Wen Xianjun immediately activated the first-level emergency response plan and pressed the special alarm button.

Then he turned around and trotted out of the tower, heading straight for the runway below the tower, without even bothering to say hello to Hu Zhongming.

"Woo..."

The special alarm sound sounded over Dongling Station, rapid and long, reminding relevant personnel to be prepared.

Fire trucks and ambulances, which are usually invisible, appeared from nowhere with their sirens blaring, and hurried towards the runway.

Hearing the special situation siren, the pilots in the combat readiness duty room and flight briefing room also walked out of the room, gathered together, looked up at the sky, and looked for the crashed fighter plane.

"Who's still up there, haven't they all come down?"

"They're not from the second brigade. All the second brigade are back."

"Not from the Third Brigade either."

"That's a large group of people, or there are other planes that want to make an emergency landing at our site, such as the 123rd Group."

…

Everyone started chatting and guessing who had the problem.

In the 122nd Regiment, it is not unusual for the special situation alarm to sound. What is strange is who encountered this unfortunate incident.

The special situation alarm is sounded several times a year in the 122nd Regiment. Even if the aircraft is not malfunctioning, Hu Zhongming will have the aircraft simulate a malfunction to test the actual operation of the emergency plan and the combat capabilities of firefighting and rescue.

"No need to guess, Yang Luo is still up there. He hasn't come back from his solo flight today." Ye Jianlong said, with a worried look on his face.

In the distance, facing everyone in the low sky, a fighter plane flew over smoothly with no tail smoke. Everyone understood that it was an engine failure or a lack of aviation fuel.

They prayed in their hearts that the fighter plane could successfully make an emergency landing.

Every pilot does not want anything to happen to the plane, whether it is him or others.

In the air, there was not a trace of panic on Yang Luo's face. He was holding the joystick calmly, with his feet on the left and right rudders, trying to control the aircraft to glide smoothly.

Is Yang Luo really not nervous and not afraid of death?

No, in fact Yang Luo was also afraid of death. The reason why he was not nervous was because he was confident enough to make an emergency landing.

Before the dive, Yang Luoji ran into the system and simulated flying once.

In the system space, I flew to an altitude of 13,000 meters, dived, leveled off, shut down the engine, simulated burning out of aviation fuel, and then glide to make an emergency landing. The result was a success.

So now, it's just a matter of doing it again.

Calculate the dive angle and choose the direction of the station to dive. After pulling up and leveling, the No. 801 fighter jet is not very far from the station, and the height of the pull-up is also well selected. This not only ensures that it can successfully glide to the station, but also

The plane will not go too fast and run off the runway.

Limited by its small size and statically unstable aerodynamic layout, the J-7g's gliding ability is very poor.

The so-called static instability can be understood literally: it is unstable when it is quiet.

Poor gliding ability is a common problem of all fighters except propeller aircraft. Whether they are domestic or foreign fighters, their gliding ability is extremely poor.

But no matter how bad it is, it still has a certain degree of gliding ability. As long as it has enough speed, it can still glide briefly.

The lowest level flight speed of the J-7g is 240 km/h, and it will stall if it is lower than 240 km/h.

Stalling means a complete loss of lift. The aircraft's wings, rudders, and control sticks will fail. In the end, there is only one result: the aircraft crashes.

After the thunderstorm, raindrops were still flying in the sky, and each drop hit the glass cover of the cockpit. Fortunately, the strong wind followed the thunderclouds and the wind speed was very low at this time.

It is very difficult to control the J-7G that has lost its power. If strong winds are added, the control difficulty will rise straight up, and it is easy to enter a spiral rolling posture.

"Yang Luo, report the altitude and speed." Hu Zhongming looked through the telescope and carefully checked the gliding posture of 801.

Almost all the personnel on duty in the tower stood up and stared outside the tower, their eyes focused on fighter jet 801. With the naked eye, they could already see 801 flying in from a distance.

At this time, all work is important, only the landing of 801 is the most important thing.

"Height 300, speed 350." Yang Luo's voice was calm.

"Okay, just keep it stable like this." Hu Zhongming said softly.

"I landed directly, now put down the landing gear." Yang Luo said jokingly and put down the landing gear directly.

"The landing gear has been lowered." Hu Zhongming had already seen the landing gear protruding from the belly of the aircraft.

"Surface wind 4 meters/second, no crosswind or gust"

"The ground is slippery. Be careful to slow down. Your speed is too high now."

"Adjust the posture of the fuselage and pay attention to the posture. Your current fuselage posture is a bit unstable."

On the military encrypted channel, there was only the voice of regiment leader Hu Zhongming.

Yang Luo was speechless. He focused all his attention on controlling the fighter plane. It was not aimed at the runway just now. He needed to fine-tune the direction.

Stepping on the left rudder lightly, holding the control stick firmly with both hands, the plane swayed and aligned itself with the runway.

In the eyes of everyone at the tower, this wave of shaking was like being drunk and falling from the air to the ground.

"My speed is too high, and the ground is slippery, so the sliding distance will be longer." Yang Luo said.

After hearing Yang Luo's words, Hu Zhongming hurriedly signaled to the communications staff and informed Wen Xianjun to prepare.

Yang Luo's eyes darted back and forth between the front and the altimeter, and the altitude continued to drop.

200 meters!

150 meters!

100 metres!

"That's it now." Yang Luo narrowed his eyes, aimed at the track, lowered his head by pressing the lever, and then immediately raised his head by pulling the lever.

From the tower, you can see that Fighter No. 801 crashed from the sky at an extremely fast speed.

Hu Zhongming's eyes widened. Could it be that this newcomer whom he planned to cultivate carefully was just a flash in the pan?

Ye Jianlong's heart was in his throat. The original wingman was forced to ground his flight. Could it be that this wingman would follow a more serious fate and directly become a martyr?

Everyone is looking forward to a miracle.

A miracle did happen, and Yang Luo relied on his own technology to achieve the miracle.

Just before landing, Yang Luo released the parachute. It was the parachute that saved the No. 801 fighter plane and himself at the same time.

The drag chute opened at the tail of the plane with a "bang" sound. The No. 801 fighter that was being pulled suddenly stopped and its speed was greatly reduced.

In the air, this action is enough to cause the aircraft to stall, but once it has reached the ground, there is no stall, and all that is required is to reduce the speed.

On the tower, outside the combat readiness duty room, and on the edge of the runway, everyone discovered that the No. 801 J-7g parachute was opened, and the landing gear protruding from the belly of the aircraft first touched the ground. It bounced on the runway and then landed steadily on the runway.

, then the nose landing gear landed on the runway, and the high-speed rolling aviation tires splashed bursts of water mist on the slippery runway.

Everyone applauded in unison and burst into cheers.

Hu Zhongming finally relaxed and slumped down on the chair. Although he seemed to be very calm all the time, he was the most stressed among everyone.

The meteorological staff almost cried with joy because he had escaped death.

Ye Jianlong's heart finally returned to his chest with peace of mind.

For everyone, they have seen more serious dangers, but every time they are successfully dealt with, they feel like they are surviving a disaster.

Being able to successfully land on the runway basically means that the emergency landing was successful.

But for Yang Luo, it's not over yet.

The speed of No. 801 when landing was too high, far exceeding the normal 260 kilometers per hour. In addition, the ground was wet and the friction was weakened, so it was bound to glide much further on the runway than usual.

Fortunately, the runway is long enough.

brake.

Firmly apply the brakes.

No. 801 J-7g raised water mist all over the sky and slid more than 1,000 meters before stopping on the runway.

Without aviation fuel, it is impossible to slide to the tarmac and can only be towed by a tractor.
Chapter completed!