In this life-or-death moment, the vulture seemed to be asleep.
In the dream, his grandmother, who had been dead for many years, seemed to be waving to him from a distance.
The temperature in the cockpit is gradually decreasing, the windshield is cracked, and the whooshing cold wind continues to penetrate through the cracks.
The Vulture, who was tightly restrained by the seat belt on the driver's seat, lowered his head and let his hands hang helplessly on the side. He ignored the flashing red lights and warnings in the cabin.
M, after being shot, the body of the aircraft was on the verge of disintegration. Fortunately, the pilot did not intervene and continued to pull it up with brute force. After losing control of his hands, the joystick was automatically leveled. It was difficult. Flying forward lingeringly.
"咻"
Under the belly of the cabin, another SAM 2 anti-aircraft missile has reached the set height. At this time, the first stage of solid fuel has been consumed. , there is not much second-stage kerosene liquid propellant left, and the entire missile has entered the final countdown stage of its life.
There is still 50 meters away from u2, which is still struggling to hold on with its head shaking.
The fuse quickly ignited the 135 kilogram charge in the warhead. With a violent flash of fire, 60 kilograms of prefabricated fragments in the shape of a "wrench" as long as a little finger were quickly pushed to an explosion radius of 250 meters. meters of all airspace.
The speed of the fragment even exceeded Mach 2, and it quickly caught up with the flying object diagonally above, which was huge for them.
The prefabricated fragments, heavy at both ends and light in the middle, were like meteor hammers, driven into the flying fuselage from diagonally below.
Some of them hit the already tattered wing skin, directly cutting off a large piece. With the high-altitude wind speed, they were quickly left behind.
The conformal fuel tank in the wing began to spray the remaining aviation fuel downwards, rapidly atomizing it in the atmosphere.
The engine, which was still struggling to hold on, instantly stalled amidst a burst of clanging sound. The bright ring of fire at the tail was completely extinguished after beating a few times.
The small blades on the turbofan, together with various hit parts, left the fuselage, gathered behind the fuselage, and then spun and fell to the ground.
At this time, u2 was like a small boat in the huge waves, ups and downs. However, this state only lasted for a short moment.
As the rear thrust became 0, the forward force disappeared instantly, and the huge weight of the fuselage began to fall according to the law of inertia. The huge pressure was all concentrated on the wings on both sides, and they opened. The "wings" try to support the fuselage and slow down the falling speed.
Having already been damaged twice, coupled with the structural fatigue caused by the previous rapid climb, one of the wings on one side had begun to deform rapidly.
"Creak"
When the high-strength steel is bent, it makes a creepy sound, like a messenger from hell wielding the scythe of death.
"Hmm"
p>In the cockpit, the pale-faced Vulture slowly opened his eyes. He refused to pick up his grandmother because his mother was still at home.
Opening his eyes violently, Vulture couldn't remember what happened just now. Before Black Vision fainted, he heard an explosion. Just now, it seemed that another explosion woke him up.
Looking at the interior of the cabin that had fallen into darkness, the vulture’s face hidden under the mask could turn the extinguished screen green. There were spider web-like cracks on the front windshield, and the cold air kept coming in. The wind, coupled with the forward posture of his body, was telling him.
The plane has lost power.
The vulture used the fastest speed in his life, turning the buttons one after another, until he finally pressed the AU's start switch to auxiliary power system, trying to rely on the starter again to restart the engine.
However, everything did not go as he expected. After pressing the button, there was no response at all. The indicator light lit up momentarily, but he could only hear the sound of strong wind passing by the wings, and the sound of AU running. The barking of dogs was not heard at all.
As the light on the button went out, the AU speed pointer did not move. The vulture's current mood was colder than the cold wind at high altitude.
Fortunately, the oxygen supply of the oxygen tube does not rely on the electric system, otherwise he might fall asleep again due to lack of oxygen at this time.
The out-of-control plane was still diving rapidly downwards. The vulture was now helpless. He heard the weird sound of the metal wing deforming, and his hair stood on end.
"Height of feet"
It's hard to imagine what would be left if he fell from this height. He quickly turned on the radio switch, but after losing power, there was even a sound in the earphones. Even the disturbing sound of rustling disappeared, leaving only endless sedimentation.
"Damn"
He now regrets his previous willfulness. If he had not shut down the communication, he could at least find himself based on the radio position during the last communication. Now, everything It's too late.
After swallowing, the vulture punched the unresponsive panel with a heavy punch.
This damn mission made it impossible for him to go back.
The big black bird broke through the beautiful clouds, and his vision suddenly opened up. Through the broken windshield, he saw the brown earth and the blue ocean.
After checking that he was not injured, he quickly relieved the pressure of the anti-gravity suit. His numb legs finally regained consciousness. He pulled the joystick to try to level the plane, but there was still no reaction at all.
I don’t know if the cable connecting the flaps has been broken. After completely losing control, he could only check the preparations needed for ejection.
Yes, ejection.
This is a lesson that pilots must learn. Everyone has very solid theoretical knowledge, but they only have theoretical experience and no practical experience at all.
Because, when making this operation, it means that the aircraft will be in close contact with the ground. Even they are not so arrogant that they can use a knife to make money.
"Altitude feet"
Thankfully, the mechanical high-altitude instrument is still doing its final work at this time, and the white numbers on the black roller continue to scroll, in the cabin Even when the needles of other instruments were swinging wildly like crazy, they still provided valuable data support for the pilot.
When he saw the foot, the vulture took a deep breath and held the red handle on his crotch with both hands.
"There are still 5,000 feet, you have to hold on"
The optimal altitude during ejection is actually around 5,000 feet, but considering the actual wing condition, the Vulture is not confident How long would it last, so he chose the foot limit for ejection.
Every crunching sound is a reminder to him. If one wing breaks off, the plane will undoubtedly fall into endless rotation, and he will lose his last chance to escape. , and walked into hell together with this brightest pearl of industrial civilization.
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