Changkong Fighter

Chapter 235 Rescuing Pilot Liu Jun

Boom!

boom!
Wow!

Liu Jun, who was hanging on the landing, was blown further and further away by the shock wave of the explosion. After two consecutive shock wave explosions, he had conservatively been blown more than ten kilometers away and was still floating in the sky. Then he saw the performance of Dongda University, a hydrogen bomb of unknown yield was thrown into the wormhole.

Then, the wormhole seemed to open, spewing out beams of high-energy particles that poured down onto the island below, creating a microscopic rainstorm on the ground, much like a collision between Mars and Earth.

"How many tons of equivalent is this?" Liu Jun wondered, looking at the spectacle before him.

Another gust of wind blew, and Liu Jun, who had just jumped, drifted even further away. Now, a question arose: where exactly was he going to drift to?

Fortunately, the hydrogen bomb from Tokyo University is environmentally friendly and pollution-free. Otherwise, even if he wasn't directly hit by the particle beam, he would still have been irradiated. I don't know if his physique and vitality could withstand direct radiation. But after all, he is still a carbon-based life form, which has its limits.

As his altitude decreased, he drifted further and further away. Eventually, a city illuminated by a Type 3 laser beam came closer and closer into his vision. The laser beam drew irregular curves in the city, and the wood around the curves seemed to be ignited, with collapsed buildings overlapping one another.

"This is a bit troublesome."

In the dim light, Liu Jun seemed to see several giant lice going in and out of the building below.

Wow!

Liu Jun's parachute was hanging on a high-rise building. Click! The parachute blades popped out and cut the parachute lines. He grabbed the wall with one hand, and his excellent physical fitness allowed him to easily stabilize his body. He climbed up the wall and lightly leaped to the top floor of the building.

He drew his pistol, checked the bullets inside, inspected his life-saving kit and emergency food, and glanced at the distant battlefield. With the wormhole closing, it was only a matter of time before the remaining alien spacecraft were destroyed, and someone would come to rescue him soon.

The muzzle dipped slightly, the safety was released, and his finger lightly touched the trigger, confirming a clear tactile feedback. He wasn't a special forces soldier specializing in land warfare; his next task was to survive until his comrades found him.

Survival was the top priority, and Liu Jun looked around to assess the environment. This place wasn't suitable for rescue, so he focused his attention on the hospital not far away. As he landed, he noticed a helipad on the top floor of the hospital.

After observing the street and planning a relatively safe route in his mind, Liu Jun kicked open the rusty rooftop door, glanced at the dark stairwell, and walked in.

"Commander, the wormhole has been successfully closed! The alien civilization has suffered losses, but intelligence is unknown and unavailable!"

"Oh! We won!"

"Victory!"

The soldiers in the entire command center cheered with joy. This was a battle spirit that would be recorded in history, the first time humanity had attacked the homeland of an extraterrestrial civilization! It was also humanity's first time demonstrating its fighting spirit against an extraterrestrial civilization!
According to the tradition of the University of Tokyo, the outcome of the first match is very important, and now they have won! This is a good omen!
However, victory does not come without a price.

"What about our losses?"

"It's being organized!"

Currently, there are still undestroyed Type 3, Type 2, and a small number of Type 1 tanks on the battlefield, which are severely impacting communications and radar. We can only find out about them after they are destroyed.

Suddenly, an operator received a message and turned sharply to the commander: "Reporting, Commander, Eagle has sent a message: Long-range parachute jump! Coordinates received!"

"Order the rescue team to set off immediately! Bring him back to safety!" the commander said in a deep voice.

"Yes! The order has been issued!"

In the next office, the old leader heard that Chang Kong had jumped out of the plane and turned to his confidential secretary: "Chang Kong jumped out of the plane. Any news?"

"They are currently out of contact." "Rescue them as soon as possible," the old commander said in a deep voice.

Such a great general cannot be allowed to perish on the battlefield.

The orders were sent via wired networks to frontline airfields and air force units, and then via data links to warships roaming the surrounding waters.

"Hurry up!"

Driven by the turboshaft engine, the Z-20's propellers spun at high speed, and fully armed members of the Jiaolong Commando Team quickly entered the helicopter cabin.

Then, escorted by two Z-20 attack helicopters, the two helicopters took off and flew quickly toward Chang Kong's location for parachuting. Fortunately, eagles in the high sky were monitoring his position, which made it easy for them to rescue him.

"What happened?"

He Xiaoxi, who was organizing and coordinating the work, looked at the helicopters taking off at the airport and asked, "The previous few takeoffs and landings were all fighter jets."

"How's the battle going?" He Xiaoxi asked.

"Assistant He, we have successfully destroyed the alien civilization's wormhole, but the Changkong aircraft was damaged and parachuted into the battlefield. The helicopter is on its way to rescue it, but it is currently out of contact."

"Missing after skydiving?"

He Xiaoxi's expression froze for a moment. She quickly composed herself, hiding her worries in her heart. Her gaze fell on the departing helicopter, and she unconsciously furrowed her brow slightly.

He should be alright, right? As she thought about it, she suddenly felt agitated. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down; after all, she was a diplomat now.

20 minutes later.
In a workshop of Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, Song Xizhu looked at the fully prepared J15T, let out a long breath, and looked tired.

In order to integrate the system as soon as possible, she hadn't had a proper rest for several days. Even so, she hadn't been able to get it ready for this major battle. She wondered what kind of plane Liu Junfei was using and whether it would be reliable enough on the battlefield.

As she was thinking, she suddenly noticed that Lü Guangming and Wang Jian were talking quietly to each other. She glanced at them from time to time and slowly walked towards them, wanting to hear what they were saying. As she got closer, their words became clearer and clearer.

"I'm saying... Old Liu will be alright, won't he?" Lu Guangming said in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly. This was a parachute jump from the battlefield.

"Don't worry, parachuting is something pilots are trained for." Wang Jian glared at the other person.

"But I heard from Hu Zi at the command center that we are still out of contact."

"Nonsense, communication is cut off on the battlefield, of course we're out of contact! And keep your voice down, don't let Senior Sister hear! You talk too much!"

pat!

The thing in Song Xizhu's hand fell to the ground, and her face showed a panic they had never seen before, but looking at her again, it seemed like an illusion.

"Senior Sister, you dropped something."

Wang Jian quickly picked up the things his senior sister had dropped. Looking at his senior sister, whose face had become even paler, he took the things and asked in a low voice, "Did Liu Jun parachute?"

"Hehe. It's alright, Old Liu is fine. Hehehe."

Lu Guangming wanted to say something more, but Wang Jian pinched him, so he quickly changed his expression and put on a smile.

(End of this chapter)