Chapter 431

Chapter 431: Choose Between China or Pandas, It’s Your Pick!

One thousand meters?

A jet fighter would hit the ground in less than five seconds. During the Cobra maneuver, with the aircraft stalling and changing angles, there wouldn’t be enough time to regain power and pull up.

The authentic Pugachev Cobra maneuver, when performed at high altitudes, might seem like level flight, but that’s merely an optical illusion.

With an aircraft weight of over ten tons, it’s impossible to maintain any momentum without power.

The fighter jet would quickly lose altitude; adjusting the aircraft’s position wouldn’t help; only by restarting the engines with full power could they correct the descent.

But that required distance and height.

Trying to recover from a stall at a height of just one thousand meters with a ten-ton fighter jet was nearly impossible. Maybe the ejection seat would save a life, but it was also possible that the condition could lead to destruction and loss of life.

There was a high chance it would end up as a human pancake on the ground.

Life offers no second chances.

A high-risk Air Knight wouldn’t put their life in danger during non-combat situations. They couldn’t allow it, and their superiors certainly wouldn’t either. The moment they soared into the sky, their life ceased to belong to them and belonged to the entire country and military.

“Haha, what a joke! Ultra-low altitude Cobra? Do you think you’re flying a balloon?” Wang Xuejun continued to mock, finding the maneuver almost unbelievable, entirely impossible.

However, in the cockpit, Wei Yuni’s expression changed several times, and she gasped, “Is it really the ultra-low altitude Cobra? Number one, are you sure you can do it?”

A year ago, “ultra-low altitude Cobra” would have been just a joke, or perhaps a mere legend. But now, records had been broken, and someone truly mastered the "ultra-low altitude Cobra." This wasn’t luck; it was real application in practice.

“Do I sound like I’m joking?” Lin Mo answered simply, seeming entirely unfazed.

“What’s with the ultra-low altitude Cobra? A Cobra maneuver is just a Cobra maneuver, and why does it need to be at ultra-low altitude? What’s going on?” Meng Yinan, seated in front, asked in confusion. As a new fighter pilot in the Chinese Air Force, she was still in the training phase, not yet qualified to access high-level information.

If one acted rashly without the proper level of knowledge, it could lead to a tragic situation of destruction and loss of life.

“Fool, number eighteen, right behind you is one of the world’s top experts!”

Wei Yuni quickly realized this and piloted her J-10 fighter jet to a position 100 meters to the left of number one, yet she could still feel a chill down her back.

“Expert? Where’s the expert?”

Number 45, seated behind Wei Yuni, strained to see the world-class aircraft behind number one but found nothing but light clouds.

Number 45 clearly couldn’t keep up with the beautiful pilot in front, completely missing the point.

“Expert? The expert is here, beautiful! Hahaha!”

Wang Xuejun jumped in with no restraint, flying his fighter at Lin Mo’s eleven o’clock position, altitude four thousand meters, breaking through clouds. He began a wide serpentine maneuver around Lin Mo and Wei Yuni’s aircraft, even singing in the cockpit, “Hey girl over there, look this way! Look this way! The show here is spectacular! Please don’t pretend to ignore me…”

While he sang a song by Ren Xianqi, he effortlessly pulled off a perfect Cobra maneuver. As an experienced pilot, Wang Xuejun performed this stall maneuver flawlessly and fluidly.

“Number two, you’re such a bothersome guy!” Wei Yuni snorted, feeling irritated by the childish antics.

Wei Yuni was truly frustrated, almost feeling a sense of talking to a brick wall. She knocked on the cockpit cover and turned her head to say, “Number 45, you’re such a fool! Number one is that top expert; everyone here isn’t even worth a spoonful compared to him.”

“I refuse to believe so many of us can’t beat him.” Number 45 muttered stubbornly in the backseat, but Wei Yuni ignored him.

If it weren’t for Lin Mo’s lightly spoken “ultra-low altitude Cobra,” she might still not recall the video she had seen, which was classified as advanced tactical training, as well as the even more classified tactical flight data taken from the maneuver records of the black box in a fighter jet.

That video and the tactical flight data pointed to one target: “ultra-low altitude Cobra.” The only difference was that the former was a performance, while the latter represented actual combat effectiveness.

“Rest assured, the enemies I take down won’t be less than ten.”

Suddenly remembering Lin Mo’s words during a surprise attack at the training center, Wei Yuni felt a tremendous shift within her, as if the world had turned upside down.

Two-digit Kill Count: A Terrifying Number

Regardless of whether it’s 10 or 99, a two-digit kill count is an incredibly frightening number. Only the king of air combat from World War II could possibly compare.

ACE! Ace pilot!

In a time of peace, becoming a true ace is no easy feat. No matter where such skill exists, it will always stand out, like a sharp nail sticking out of a sack.

“Uh! Number one is a Top Expert, right? I believe he’s an ACE, but a world-class Top Expert…” Number 45 expressed his disbelief. As an experienced pilot, he struggled to accept that such a young Number One could be the top expert spoken about by Wei Yuni. Although he once managed to outsmart an opponent during a simulation, that was just a simulation after all; it wasn’t really true combat.

The tactics that Lin Mo spoke of were truly astonishing, and up until now, many people, including himself, were half in doubt.

“This is laughable!” Wang Xuejun concluded definitively.

“What? What? I don’t understand what you’re saying!” The silly big cat, completely baffled by Wang Xuejun and Wei Yuni’s conversation, was usually quite clever, but right now, he felt utterly confused and couldn’t grasp their words.

“You don’t need to understand!”

As Lin Mo regained control, he began to lower the jet fighter’s altitude. When would this silly little brother’s mind ever become sharper? It was truly a headache!

His foundation is solid, but he’s such a simpleton!

When Meng Yinan saw the control stick malfunction again, he was startled, quickly realizing the aircraft was losing altitude. He cried out in alarm, “Boss, what… what are you doing?”

He had a terrible feeling; his boss was about to give him a "makeup lesson" again.

Altitude 4000 meters!

Altitude 3000 meters!

Altitude 2000 meters!

Altitude 1000 meters!

Altitude 500 meters! Starting to level out!

Altitude 100 meters!

Watching the altitude reading drop like a star falling from the sky, Meng Yinan screamed in terror. Just moments ago, his boss had scared him half to death by abruptly stopping the aircraft in mid-air, and now he was giving him another shock. It seemed they were truly fated for disaster this time. He desperately tried to take control, but unfortunately, the J-10B at the aerospace training center was just a training model, and the backseat held the highest authority.

“Number One Aircraft, what are you doing?”

The frustrated commander of the Fifth Aerospace Training Center’s air traffic control tower picked up the fast-lowering altitude of the J-10B, Number One Aircraft, via fixed ground-based phased array radar.

These pilots were simply lawless, performing such nerve-wracking maneuvers that made the ground crew’s hearts race. They would likely retire early at this rate; would they allow anyone to live?

Only the phased array radar could detect the fighter jet flying at ultra-low altitude. Traditional radar would be helpless against the blind spots at such low heights.

The tower staff could only call out desperately over the radio, knowing that releasing these astronaut candidates would be like letting the sheep loose.

With precise control at 100 meters, he adjusted the aircraft’s angle, raising the nose of the aircraft high and synchronizing the vector nozzles.

The dual-vector thrust engine was a favorite of both the Chinese and Russian air forces, appearing everywhere. The Su-27 family, which created the Cobra maneuver, was entirely equipped with dual-vector thrust engines, continuing through its later models.

The Chinese even added canard wings to this design, significantly improving climbing performance and urgent takeoff abilities.

Some might think this design aligns with a defensive counterattack strategy, but China’s fighter jets have long been praised for short takeoff and high-speed climbing capabilities, even the older J-5 retains this feature.

“This guy? Is he crazy? Is he really going for an ultra-low altitude maneuver?”

Just as Wang Xuejun passed through the clouds, he sensed something was off and pressed down the nose to lower his altitude. But he saw Lin Mo and Meng Yinan’s fighter jets had somehow dropped below 1000 meters and seemed poised for some special stalling maneuver.

“What are you doing?” Meng Yinan started to feel a sense of foreboding as he noticed the nose being raised so high. Were they climbing? But why had the engine power dropped? This didn’t feel right, “Help!”

“Hahaha, Number eighteen, let me show you something…” Lin Mo said confidently, completely ignoring Meng Yinan’s cries. At this moment, his left wrist felt empty.

The advisory fees of ten thousand per hour needed to be worth it; he’d just start keeping track, planning to collect debts from Meng Yinan’s squad later.

The gold coins spontaneously integrated into the aircraft, providing him with the safest protection in the world. As long as he wished, this jet fighter could easily take over the helicopter’s role.

“No, no, no! What are you going to do? This is… this is the Cobra maneuver at this height? Crazy, it’s insane…”

The boss actually went through with it?

Oh heavens, please spare me!

I can’t handle this!

What if I could light one incense stick a day? Choose between China or Pandas, your pick!