Great Power Long Sky

The crew on the Type 033 submarine's conning tower could clearly see the J-7E fighter jet flying low overhead through the periscope and observation window.

They not only witnessed the fighter jet's impressive appearance, but also saw firsthand the extremely dangerous aerial maneuvers it had performed against the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft.

At that moment, the young soldier who had almost fired his weapon due to nervousness had excellent eyesight. Just as pilot Li Lu was maneuvering the fighter jet to turn, he keenly caught sight of the bright red August 1st Army emblem on the tail of the fighter jet.

"Captain! It's our plane! It's our plane!" The young soldier couldn't contain his excitement. He pointed at the J-7E in the air and shouted, his voice trembling with excitement.

Upon hearing this, the captain's spirits lifted, his highly tense nerves relaxed, and he quickly raised his binoculars, focusing intently on the direction the soldier was pointing.

He clearly saw the serial number painted on the fuselage and confirmed it without a doubt.

"It's an Air Force fighter jet! Comrades, our Air Force fighter jets have come to support us!" the captain shouted.

This exciting news quickly spread throughout the submarine's compartments. All the officers and soldiers who were on duty were overjoyed upon hearing the news, and their long-suppressed emotions were released, with a low cheer rising in the cabin.

At this moment, the captain's face looked particularly haggard from the long patrol and mental strain. He had a full beard and sunken eyes, but his gaze was still as sharp as a hawk's, closely following the figures of his comrades in the air.

His cheeks trembled slightly from the intense emotional turmoil, and tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily.

Ordinary soldiers might feel simply excited about the sight before them, but as a commander, the submarine captain was very clear about the enormous difficulties that an air force fighter jet had to overcome to reach this remote and sensitive airspace.

Not to mention that the fighter jet is very likely to encounter frequent interception and harassment from hostile forces during the entire flight, the two major problems of the ultra-long combat radius and adaptability to unfamiliar airspace are enough to become "roadblocks" in front of the mission.

To the average person, the sky may seem the same everywhere, but to an experienced pilot, different airspaces present drastically different weather patterns, electromagnetic environments, and navigation challenges.

This is similar to a ship at sea. If it enters the target sea area without knowing anything about the hydrological conditions—such as complex water depth changes, undercurrents, and even the distribution of underwater reefs—it is tantamount to putting itself in an extremely dangerous situation.

However, now, a J-7E fighter jet painted with the distinctive August 1st Army emblem has appeared in this airspace that others thought we could not reach.

This is undoubtedly a timely help for the submarine and its crew, who have been isolated and helpless for a long time and are constantly facing close-range reconnaissance and harassment from foreign aircraft.

This is more than just a fighter jet; it represents the arrival of powerful air support, bringing tremendous morale and substantial security to the naval brothers fighting on the front lines in the deep sea.

Even if pilot Li Lu was merely carrying out a routine patrol or deterrent flyby, its symbolic significance and morale-boosting effect are immeasurable.

As for Li Lu himself, now that his flight path has extended to this sea and sky, he will never allow that P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft to have any more chance to continue harassing the submarines of our People's Navy.

Li Lu doesn't have much time.

Shiba Inu Ichiro clearly understood the advantages and disadvantages of the P-3 and J-7, while Li Lu was even more aware of the opponent's strengths and his own weaknesses.

Li Lu can only stay in this airspace for a maximum of five minutes. If he stays longer than that, he will face the problem of running out of fuel again.

On the other hand, Xue Shuang struggled to intercept the two F-15s one-on-two, and could only manage for a maximum of five minutes.

The J-7E cannot maintain the same low speed as the P-3, which means that it would be difficult for Li Lu to drive it away by forcing it to change its course. Even if he could, it would require a long dogfight.

When Li Lu saw the P-3 continuously descending its altitude and reducing its speed, he had a bold idea.

He subconsciously looked left and right, but there was no one around, and the other planes were still beyond visual range. This was an excellent window of opportunity.

done.

Li Lu suddenly pushed off the stick, biting the tail of the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft and descending in altitude, following it all the way to a sea level of 500 meters.

At this moment, the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft continued to decelerate and switched to level flight, clearly ready to engage Li Lu.

The opportunity is here.

Li Lu turned the control stick to the left, aligning the nose of the aircraft with the left wing of the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft. He quickly estimated the relative altitude and used precise stick movements to control the flight altitude to two meters below the left wing of the P-3.

He suddenly activated the afterburner and accelerated!

The J-7E fighter jet No. 037 shot towards the left wing of the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft like a sharp blade, with the specific flight path being two meters below the left wing!

The J-7E No. 037, accelerating to over 800 kilometers per hour, fiercely passed under the left wing of the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft!

The unexpected happened at that moment.

The vertical tail tip of the J-7E No. 037, like a scalpel, gently sliced ​​across the two meters from the left wingtip of the P-3 towards the fuselage.

The high-speed vertical tail tip easily severed the left wingtip of the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft, and the two-meter-long left wingtip broke off instantly.

Li Lu turned off the afterburner, maintained level flight, and quickly checked the status of the aircraft's various subsystems, especially the hydraulic system and the rudder.

It must be admitted that Li Lu was gambling to some extent, but fortunately, he gambled correctly; the hydraulic system and steering wheel were fine.

Fuel was spraying out from the broken left wing of the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft, causing the plane to tilt to the left and shake violently.

Shiba Inu Ichiro's heart was beating at 250 beats per minute. He found the plane difficult to control and subconsciously looked out the cabin window, only to find that the left wingtip had disappeared, a full two meters long!

"The fuel level in the left fuel tank is dropping rapidly!" the co-pilot shouted.

Shiba Inu Ichiro shouted, "Close the left fuel tank! Turn it off now!"

The co-pilot said, "Without the left wing fuel tank, we can't fly back!"

This is a dilemma.

Soon, they no longer needed to consider this problem, because the plane was hurtling headlong into the direction of no return.

On the sea, the captain and crew of the Type 033 submarine were dumbfounded.

The young soldier who nearly misfired said in a daze, "This, this, this pilot's skills are terrible! We almost crashed!"

"Yeah, it was so close, no, it looks like it grazed it. Look at that anti-submarine plane, it's wobbling, and a section of its left wing is missing," another soldier said.

The captain was utterly astonished by the J-7E pilot of the Air Force in the sky. This guy was incredibly daring, actually taking such a risky maneuver to warn the other side. Unfortunately, his skills were lacking, and it almost caused a mid-air collision!

Li Lu checked the aircraft's status several times, and everything was normal.

He breathed a sigh of relief, made a sharp turn, and flew back towards the submarine. On the way, he turned his head to look in the direction of the P-3 anti-submarine patrol aircraft, which was flying away in the distance, getting lower and lower, and he didn't know what the outcome would be.

Li Lu slowed down and flew low and level along the direction the submarine was traveling from the stern. He slowly flew past the submarine from a distance of twenty or thirty meters to its right. Li Lu shook his wing and gave a military salute to the naval officers on the submarine's conning tower with his right hand. His white work gloves were particularly eye-catching.

The captain and his crew stood at attention, heads held high, saluting Li Lu.

The August 1st Army Flag on the flagpole fluttered in the wind, making a loud rustling sound!