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Chapter 134 Pills

"It just flew over us not far, whoosh~, it was a small plane with a green hood and a tan paint job."

Phew, it looks only two or three meters long.

Judging from the paint scheme, is there some misunderstanding?

"Could this be some kind of experimental aircraft from some manufacturer?"

A soldier came running in, panting heavily as he spoke.

The station chief, who had been pressing the call button to speak, glanced at the soldier who had run in, and then spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Falcon One, did you hear my report just now? It just passed through the airspace above us."

"Where are you located now? You should go check it out; don't let the flood wash away the Dragon King's temple!"

After the station manager finished speaking, he put the microphone aside and put the earphone to his ear.

"Received, Falcon One received. We are currently passing over Kite City."

Please keep me updated on their location; I'll fly over there now.

I want to see what kind of plane it is!

The stationmaster glanced at the radar, then looked at the map.

"Radar station received. We will report the location in real time."

Coincidentally, the direction the other party was flying was exactly towards Kite City.

It's possible that you two will be able to meet up in a little while!

One more thing I need to remind you is that the other party is flying at a very high speed, Mach 1.5.

However, it only flies at an altitude of 498 meters. Be careful when you encounter it, and don't let it escape!

The radar station chief repeated the information they had received to the other side, and also emphasized the points that needed special attention.

But after I finished speaking, I didn't hear a reply from the other party for a long time.

At that moment, the pilots of the two Raptor planes flying over Kite City fell silent.

Finally, the wingman pilot couldn't help but ask the lead pilot his question.

"Number One, did I hear that right? What speed did you just say? Mach 1.5, right?"

If we descend to a low altitude of 500 meters, it seems the fastest we can fly is only Mach 1.2.

Even if we go, we might not be able to catch up with it!

When faced with his wingman's question, Falcon One didn't know how to answer. It seemed that the reality was just as he had said!

"Alright, stop being so discouraging. We'll see how things go! We'll do our best!"

After the two pilots finished speaking, Falcon 1 then re-established contact with the ground radar station.

"Falcon 1 received, please provide real-time location updates from ground control!"

After the speech, the two Raptors descended from an altitude of 15,000 meters to a low altitude of 500 meters.

They had just lowered their altitude and flown towards each other for a minute when...

The Raptors saw the small plane flying towards them, and the two met in the air but passed each other.

The two Raptors reacted quickly, and upon seeing each other, they were already preparing to turn around and give chase.

The two teams had barely passed each other when the Raptors executed an Immelmann turn, then the plane engaged afterburner.

The engine then emitted a long plume of flame as it chased after the opponent, whose figure could still be vaguely seen after flying away.

Outside the gate of the Shuzhen factory area, Li Zhenhua sat in the cockpit, enjoying the thrill of piloting and admiring the beautiful scenery in the air.

But this blissful moment didn't last long, because he suddenly spotted two small black dots in the sky.

As the distance between the two sides closed, he was finally able to see clearly what was coming towards him.

Those were two aircraft that you used to only see on military programs or in the news; they were two Raptors.

Moreover, judging from the shape of the air intake under the other aircraft's belly, these are two Mighty Dragon C fighters, protectors flying over Kyushu.

Both sides were moving very fast; it only took a few seconds from seeing each other to passing by.

As he and the two Raptors passed each other, he looked back and saw that they were making a turning maneuver to give chase.

However, the model aircraft he was controlling was flying at an extremely high speed, and the other aircraft's speed was not fast enough to catch up with his model aircraft.

It was in this state that his model airplane left the two Raptors that had completed the Immelmann maneuver behind.

"It's over, it's really over this time. I've fucking left Kyushu's main fighter jets behind."

This time it's real torture! Damn, he's done for!

After narrowly missing the Raptor fighter jet, his heart immediately began to race, and a feeling of helplessness washed over him.

He only remained in this state of anxiety for a few seconds before calming down. He realized that he really couldn't panic at this moment; he needed to actively save himself.

In a flash, he thought of many things. Among the people he knew, the only ones who could talk to the Air Force were Yan Hang and Grandpa Yan.

But when he tried to contact Grandpa Yan, he realized he had left his phone outside, just as he was approaching the cabin.

At this point, he was not only facing the problem of contacting Yan Hang, but also the fact that two Raptors were chasing him.

After thinking for a moment, I realized that my priority was to avoid being shot down. I glanced back.

The distance between them seemed to have increased again, and at this point he was finally certain that the other party's speed could not catch up with his.

The wingman in the Falcon team was looking at the small plane in front of him with disbelief.

"Number One, we can't catch it at all, damn it, we're only going Mach 1.2 right now."

The enemy's speed, as indicated by radar data, is at least Mach 1.5; we'll lose him soon.

What should we do? Shoot him down?

Faced with his wingman's words, Number One thought carefully but ultimately couldn't make up his mind.

"Don't make a move yet. Look at their paint scheme; it really is the green-and-yellow paint scheme that's only used on experimental models."

"What if it really is one of our own? Let's see how they react first, don't rush things."

Just as he finished speaking, he noticed that the little thing in front of him had slowed down because the distance between them was closing.

"Hey? Number Two, look, they've slowed down. They might actually be on our side. Let's see what happens in a bit. And remember, don't rush into action!"

The other person couldn't catch him! He immediately realized he should slow down to avoid giving the other person the impression that he was trying to escape.

Then lock onto yourself with radar and fire an empty shot at yourself; that would be truly irreversible.

Pulling down the throttle controlled the model aircraft to slow down, from Mach 1.5 to Mach 1.4, and finally brought the speed to Mach 1.

At this moment, the Raptors, who were chasing from behind, were finally able to see that the distance between the two sides was closing.

"Number One, I understand, I'm not stupid either. Holy crap, this little thing's ass is fucking beautiful."

Did you see Number One? Twin engines, twin vertical tails, delta wings. Putting everything else aside, the wingspan of this thing is really small!

"Huh? I feel like I've seen this plane somewhere before!"

The Falcon team's wingman, after being able to clearly see the shape of the aircraft ahead, and noticing that it was flying slightly lower than him, spoke over the communication channel.

As they were talking, the Raptors finally caught up with the small plane ahead. Just as they caught up,

The opponent increased their speed again, keeping both sides at a constant speed and relatively stationary.

"Holy crap, it's not a full delta wing, look, it has a tail fin. Holy crap, this looks a bit like the Buddha-14."

"Number One, I didn't find our military insignia on this little thing, nor anything to identify us. What do we do now!"

As he spoke, he was also observing the plane in front of him; its design was very high-tech.

However, this earthy yellow and military green paint job has no markings to indicate its identity; there is only a phoenix-like bird on it.

Faced with its wingman's question, Falcon 1 realized what was happening and pressed the button to broadcast a message on the public channel.

As Li Zhenhua slowed down the model airplane, he shouted to the people waiting next to the cockpit.

"Something terrible has happened! Someone get my phone for me. I need to get help right away, or it'll be too late!"

After he finished speaking, no one knew what had happened, but upon hearing his explanation, no one asked any further questions.

Guo Shugui, holding his phone, stood on a small stool and slipped it through the slightly open canopy.

As soon as Li Zhenhua got the phone, he immediately found Yan Hang's number.

"Hey, old man, help me! I'm counting on you this time!"

"Please don't speak yet, listen to me first. I'll make it short, here's what happened~"

Once the call connected, he didn't give Yan Hang a chance to speak at all, briefly recounted his self-destructive actions, and then hung up the phone!

He shoved his phone into his pocket, and before he could even catch his breath, the shouts of the Raptors catching up came from inside the cockpit.

"This is the Kyushu Air Force. You have entered my airspace and we have locked onto you."

To avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, please identify yourselves immediately.

Otherwise, we will treat you as an enemy military aircraft and immediately launch an attack on you.

At that moment, he had only one feeling in his mind: it was just as he had imagined.

The other party's words were like an ultimatum to him, so he obediently pressed the call button in front of him.

"Dragon Fighter, please remain calm. I am not an enemy aircraft; this is a model airplane."

It took me over a year to build this toy; it really is a huge toy.

I'm currently controlling it from 400 kilometers away. I'm just a model airplane enthusiast!

He was speaking frankly to the other party on the public channel, but to the Falcon Team, his words sounded so unreliable.

Upon hearing the reply, Falcon One felt as if a thousand alpacas had stampeded through its mind.

His blood pressure soared to 180; if he hadn't been mentally strong, his blood vessels would have burst.

Then, on the public channel, Falcon One's somewhat exasperated voice could be heard.

"Get out of here! If you say it's a toy again, I'll shoot you down with my Air Force!"

You can fly at Mach 1.5 at an altitude of 500 meters, and you're telling me this is a toy, a model airplane?

"Your toy can fly at Mach 1.5? Even my Raptor can't catch you! And you call it a big toy? I don't believe you for a second!"

(End of this chapter)