Capítulo 1891: Chapter 1798: Shooting Down an Enemy Aircraft
The five departing White Swans left a profound impression on Dorne’s pilots. Even from such a distant location, the massive body still made it hard for people to look away.
To be able to leave a long white trail at an altitude of fifteen thousand ters at high speed, is this really sothing humans can achieve?
Previously, there was a voice across the Eastern Continent saying that humans could never break the sound barrier, and this voice was so justified in its claim.
Until the Great Tang Empire started exporting the 104 Fighter Jet, the discussion finally ca to a halt. It turned out that humans could not only break the sound barrier, but also touch the threshold of Mach 2 at an altitude of several thousand ters.
However, Dorne was not eligible to purchase the 104 Fighter Jets. It had always been at war with the Great Tang Empire, so it could only purchase the relatively outdated Peidao from Shireck and the 262 Modified Version from the Elf.
These planes could not break the sound barrier at such altitudes, so Dorne’s pilots could only helplessly watch the targets gradually disappear from their sight.
“Report… the target has not changed its course, their altitude exceeded 13,000 ters, interception failed. I repeat, the target has not changed its course, altitude exceeded 13,000 ters, interception failed.” While operating the plane to return to a safe height of around 10,000 ters, Dorne’s pilot reported the situation to the ground control.
With the opponent’s speed and altitude, even the advanced version ard with Sidewinder would have difficulty intercepting, let alone their Peidao equipped only with guns.
Because the range of the Sidewinder Combat Missile is only a few kiloters, catching up from behind is questionable. More fatal is the fact that the missile’s glide wing is less effective at this altitude, significantly affecting its maneuverability.
“You may return…” The officer commanding the interception operation in the ground command room reluctantly issued the return order. Failure to intercept is rely a failed mission; losing a plane is another matter.
Given the country’s hardships, every aircraft is a precious dostic product that should not be lost easily. Keep in mind that planes produced by factories working overti are all sent to the front line, with not many left for the rear.
Behold, many Air Force Troops in the southeast are still equipped with propeller planes. These troops are not reluctant to switch to jets but simply lack the jets to replace them.
anwhile, another squadron responsible for interception also approached the White Swan bomber formation. Four Peidaos were full-throttle, trying to climb to a firing position, but they found their altiters nearing 13,200 ters, still so distance away from the target.
“Ground Control, confirm target altitude! Ground Control, please confirm target altitude!” In the narrow cockpit, already feeling the temperature was sowhat low, the pilot repeatedly called the ground tower.
When they took off to execute the interception mission, the stated altitude was 13,000 ters, but now they were about to push their planes to failure, nearing 13,200 ters, with still no chance to fire.
“We are confirming… there might be an error in altitude, radar now shows the enemy’s altitude approaching 14,500 ters… I suspect the instrunt is malfunctioning…”
“Radar malfunctioning? Do you think my altiter is malfunctioning too?” The pilot, clearly feeling his plane was becoming uncontrollable, anxiously questioned, “I’m already in a dive, the engine’s operation is unstable, and I’m worried it might fla out.”
Because this altitude was already beyond the operational ceiling of the Peidao Fighter Jet, it could only dive after a sprint. Just like a fish jumping out of water, even a flying fish must dive back down after reaching its kinetic peak.
The four Peidaos simultaneously began to lose altitude. One Peidao pilot started nervously adjusting his aircraft’s condition, having lost control, with the wings seemingly icing over, the entire plane appearing tipsy, like a drunkard staggering toward the clouds below.
“Number 4 has a malfunction, it’s falling! I see it’s out of control!” In the cockpit of aircraft number 3, the lead pilot watched his falling wingman and shouted anxiously.
Due to insufficient performance, even just following the opponent can be torturous at tis. The four Peidao Fighter Jets that took off for interception not only had to watch the enemy planes leave helplessly but also possibly hand over a free kill to them.
“Pull up! Number 4! Pull up! Recover!” In aircraft number 1, responsible for frontline command, the pilot adjusted his own plane’s condition while encouraging the falling number 4 Fighter Jet.
His plane had sowhat recovered, at least allowing him to control the flaps to work normally. Peidao Fighter Jets could still barely be maneuvered once they descended to around 12,000 ters.
“I’m trying… once my altitude drops below 2,000 ters, please allow to eject!” The number 4 pilot’s anxious and desperate voice echoed through the radio, tugging at hearts.
“Pull up! Stay calm! Don’t panic! Pull up! Try to regain control of the aircraft.” The pilot of aircraft number 1 continued to shout.
“I’m almost at my limit, my heart feels like it’s about to burst out,” the struggling number 4 pilot said intermittently, suffering from extre overload.
“Hang on! Damn it! Your altitude is over 10,000 ters! Ejecting now is no different from committing suicide!” The number 3 aircraft pilot warned his wingman not to act recklessly.
“Radar shows the target’s altitude now at 14,700 ters.” The guiding voice ca through the radio, but by now no one cared about the departing targets, as everyone’s attention was on the number 4 Fighter Jet spinning down like a falling leaf.
“Number 4! Number 4? George! Respond if you hear ! George! Damn it, George! George? Wake up! George!” The radio carried the persistent exchanges between the pilots of the other three fighter jets with their companion.
As the altitude continued decreasing, the pilot of aircraft number 1 dived again, dropping his altitude to around 3,000 ters: “Do you see anything?”
“We don’t see any open parachute!” Another aircraft’s pilot responded sorrowfully: “Did anyone see a smoke flare on the ground?”
“Didn’t see it, hoping George is okay.” In aircraft number 3, as the lead pilot, he flew sideways, trying to find sothing.
They hoped to see a parachute or the glow of a crash explosion. Yet, after flying for a while, they still did not spot any sign of aircraft number 4.
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