He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. After staying at the Haicheng base for about four hours, Yang Luo flew into the sky again in the No. 801 J-7g.

"Goodbye, Master! Goodbye, Haicheng Base!"

Looking back at the Haicheng base that he had left behind, Yang Luo said softly.

Adjust the course, climb to altitude, and fly westward along the course you submitted.

In the east behind you, a streak of fish-belly white has appeared on the horizon, emitting a faint light, and the sun is getting ready to rise from here.

The morning of the day is coming.

In order to avoid the air defense area of ​​the 123rd Regiment, Yang Luo had to go all the way west into the prairie of the next province, and then turn north into the mountains.

In other words, in order not to be discovered, Yang Luo had to go in a big circle.

Half an hour later, the shadow of the mountains appeared in Yang Luo's field of vision, gradually enlarging in his eyes.

After looking at the theodolite to determine his current longitude and latitude, Yang Luo adjusted the course, pointed the nose of the aircraft east, aiming it at the valley he was about to enter, and then slowed down and lowered his altitude.

After descending from an altitude of eighty-nine thousand meters to a height of three hundred meters, and the speed also dropped to 350 kilometers per hour, Yang Luocai changed the trim of the aircraft and prepared to enter the valley.

The light at half past five was still not bright enough, the field of vision was still relatively dark, and the line of sight was seriously obstructed.

Yang Luo was highly concentrated, his eyes were focused on the valley directly ahead, and he did not dare to be distracted at all. If he dared to be distracted during a low-altitude penetration, there was basically only one result: the aircraft would be destroyed and everyone would be killed.

When flying at high altitude, there is no reference object, so you rely on the instrument panel; but at low altitude, the instrument panel is no longer the most important, and your eyesight is the most important.

"Regiment 123, here I come!"

Yang Luo took a deep breath, stabilized his mind, grasped the throttle and control lever with both hands, and plunged into the valley ahead.

The peaks on both sides of the valley that Yang Luo entered have an altitude of more than 3,000 meters. They run east-west, and the altitude becomes lower as you go east. By the time they reach the southwest of An County, the altitude has dropped to about 1,000 meters.

The mission Yang Luo set for himself was to destroy the Anxian station without being discovered, so the flight altitude was not lowered to the lowest and kept fluctuating around 300 meters.

As for the limit, Yang Luo has never considered it, and it is not something he should consider for the time being. He is just a small pilot with no power.

Of course, if there is a chance, Yang Luo will still try to see if he can fly beyond a limit, such as lowering the altitude to less than 100 meters and increasing the speed... But that will be a matter for the future.

Due to the curvature of the earth and the obstruction of mountains, it is difficult for radar to detect low-altitude targets, and it can even be said that it is basically impossible to detect targets.

But Yang Luo's every move was under the observation of others, and became a topic of conversation for others.

There happens to be a radar station on the top of the mountain to the right of Yang Luo. Fortunately, the airspace here is not the air defense area of ​​the 123rd Regiment, but belongs to the 25th Division.

Ever since they learned that a plane from the 31st Division was about to enter the valley under their noses, the staff at the radar station had been looking forward to it, and even specially activated a blind-filling radar to face the direction of the valley.

The work at the radar station is actually quite boring. You have to face the radar screen all day long, and it is very boring especially at night. It is rare that a plane wants to penetrate the defense at low altitude and enter the valley, so naturally you have to take a good look.

Several people in the radar station looked at the radar screen with interest, which displayed Yang Luo's flight altitude, speed, heading and other information.

"This brother is awesome. It's only half past five and the light is so dark. He dares to enter the valley and meet him for the first time."

"It's much more powerful than the 25th Division. Although the 25th Division once flew at an altitude of 150 meters and the speed increased to 500 kilometers per hour, I don't think it can compare to this awesome pilot."

"The pilots of the 31st Division are inherently better than those of the 25th Division, with better flying skills and better aircraft. They have the J-10, even the J-7 is the best model. Looking at the 28th Division in turn, the whole

The King of Rags is still playing J-7e."

"The location of the 25th Division is not good. The guy next door didn't even dare to cause trouble even if he borrowed ten of his courage. The 31st Division at least has to guard against bears, so the equipment is naturally better. Speaking of which, the one with the best equipment

The troops along the coast are basically the third generation."

…

The few people chatted away and gradually shifted to the preparation of the troops. However, a few people's eyes still fell on the screen, paying attention to Yang Luo's flight path.

As soon as Yang Luo entered the valley, he felt the turbulence in the valley. The No. 801 J-7g shook for a while, making the operation more difficult by several orders of magnitude than usual.

The minimum level flight speed of the J-7g is 240 kilometers per hour. Although the flight speed of 350 kilometers per hour is very low, it is far beyond the minimum level flight speed and will not stall.

Fortunately, God was kind, and there was no fog in the valley, and the worst thing happened. Otherwise, Yang Luo would have had to give up the low-altitude penetration, and would have to pull away instead.

There was a lot of turbulence in the valley, and Yang Luo did not dare to be careless. He used all his skills to deal with it with the most caution, carefully maneuvering the fighter plane to avoid obstacles in front of him.

This is not a low-altitude penetration in the system space, you can do whatever you want. This is the real world, and your own life is at stake.

If anyone from the 122nd Regiment saw this scene, they would definitely be shocked, because in their eyes, Yang Luo has always appeared as a madman, who is simply desperate for his life, completely different from his current caution, and he is completely different.

If you are flying in a straight line, it is not very difficult. As long as you can withstand the psychological pressure, most pilots can do it. The problem is that the situation in the valley is very complicated. Not only do you have to take turns, but you also have to constantly avoid obstacles in front.

From time to time, you have to climb, turn, etc. This is not something that ordinary pilots can do. They must have strong psychological endurance and superb flying skills, both of which are indispensable.

Yang Luo devoted his whole body and mind to it. He didn't even dare to blink his eyes. He stared straight ahead. He had to detect and react to obstacles the moment they appeared. The palms of his hands holding the joystick and throttle were already

Sweat stains appeared and were absorbed by the white labor protection gloves.

The flight attitude of No. 801 J-7g in the valley can be said to be shaky, as if it will crash into the valley in the next second.

It turned left all of a sudden, but the aircraft's attitude had not evened out yet, and then it turned right again. Affected by the strong airflow, it swayed even more violently during the turn.

The engine of Fighter No. 801 roared and rotated at high speed, providing the power needed by the aircraft as it rushed left and right in the valley.

The roar of the fighter planes woke up many sleeping animals, running around in the mountains and screaming in terror. It even surprised many birds, flying around in the sky.

Yang Luo's heart was in his throat, fearing that a bird without eyes would hit him, or fly on the route ahead of him, causing a bird collision accident.

Fortunately, Yang Luo was lucky today, and the tragedy of hitting a bird did not happen.

During the bumpy and swaying journey, Yang Luo finally arrived at the scheduled climbing area after turning countless turns. In front of him was a mountain peak more than a thousand meters high blocking the way. Behind the mountain peak was Anxian Station 30 kilometers away.

goal.

This is the most cautious time Yang Luo has ever flown since he learned to fly.

I really don’t dare to waste it!

Yang Luo didn't know whether he was discovered by the 123rd Regiment during this flight. He didn't bother to observe whether there were radars on the peaks on the left and right sides. He concentrated on controlling the No. 801 J-7g. To say the least, even if he was discovered,

, Yang Luo also had to hold his nose, there was no way back, he could only move forward and fight his way out.

Success or failure is a matter of struggle.

Pulling up to climb, Yang Luo pushed the throttle to the bottom, turned on the afterburner, and accelerated the climb at the maximum elevation angle.

The roar suddenly increased, and the No. 801 J-7g roared, pulling out a long orange-red tail flame, climbing rapidly, passing over the mountains in front, and an open area came into Yang Luo's eyes.

The detection radar was turned on. The screen was very clean and no aircraft was found in the sky. Yang Luo felt relieved that he had not been discovered. Then he turned on the fire control radar and prepared for an attack.

Climbing to an altitude of 3,000 meters, Yang Luo looked serious and stared ahead. He changed from climbing to level flight. The aircraft continued to accelerate and continued to approach Anxian Station.
Chapter completed!