The once busy runway of Dorne Capital Airport is now in a mess. The huge craters left by the two bombs are still emitting black smoke, and the scorched marks are like hideous wounds, spreading on the runway. The indicator lights on the edge of the runway are also twisted.
Crooked, some were even blown to pieces and scattered all over the place. The Tang Army's planes bombed this place, leaving a devastated scene. The once smooth concrete road was now covered with cracks and shrapnel, as if silently telling the cruelty of war.
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Two brand-new commercial jet airliners parked alone at the end of the runway. They were supposed to soar in the blue sky, carrying passengers to all parts of the world, but now they can only park there quietly, becoming silent witnesses of the war. Taking off
The site has been blown up and they have lost the freedom to fly. They can only wait helplessly for the end of this war and hope for the arrival of peace.
In the military area next to the airport, in the command tower, the atmosphere was solemn and depressing. A young pilot, with eyes full of anger and unwillingness, was arguing fiercely with his colleagues.
"No matter what! I want to prove that we in Dorne are not all cowards!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, with a determination to face death.
"Are you crazy?" His wingman pilot, a brother who lived and died with him, anxiously persuaded: "Do you know how high the Tang Empire's planes can fly? Do you know how fast they can fly? Their
The performance of fighter planes is far superior to ours. If you take off now, it is tantamount to hitting an egg with a stone, and you are going to die!"
He tried hard to persuade his lead pilot to give up this terrible idea, because he knew that this was a battle with no chance of winning. How many planes took off and never came back, and how many pilots did it without even having a chance to parachute.
The fireworks blooming in the sky?
"Yes! There is no point in risking one's death." Other pilots also advised one after another. They all did not want to see their companions die in vain. They understood that personal courage is insignificant in the face of a powerful enemy.
It will not change the outcome of the war, it will only increase casualties.
"No need to persuade me," the young pilot shook his head firmly, his eyes flashing with determination, "I want them to know that Dorne still has warriors who dare to fight!" The blood in his heart was boiling, and he
Desire to use his actions to prove the courage of the Dornish people, even at the cost of his life.
"I graduated from the Tang Empire Flight School. Trust me, brother..." A pilot who had studied abroad in the Western Continent advised earnestly.
"Those are not important! Merits, life and death, future, these are not important now! I am going to fight, I am going to fly my fighter plane into the sky to fight! From the moment I put on this flight suit and this helmet
Come on, this is the meaning of my existence, this is the meaning of my being a Dorn fighter pilot!" The young pilot's tone was decisive and unquestionable. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles were white from the exertion.
"What if I don't approve your takeoff application?" The commander's voice was low and majestic, with a hint of helplessness and admonishment. He knew the determination of the young pilot, but he also understood the cruel reality of this battle.
"Sir! I'm begging you! Please approve my takeoff application! It's okay for those cowardly guys on the ground to surrender. They gave up resistance, lost their dignity, and betrayed the country! But our Air Force can't surrender too!
We cannot surrender to the invaders! We still have the will to fight, and we still have the determination to defend our homeland!" The young pilot's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were full of expectation and pleading.
"The leading troops of the Tang Army will arrive here soon, and they will control the entire airport. What we need to do now is to wait here honestly, waiting for His Majesty the Emperor's order to surrender, instead of dying in vain. We just need to wait here.
Just stay here and wait for the next instructions from your superiors." The commander tried to use reason to persuade the young pilot to give up this dangerous idea.
"No! I can't wait! I can't watch the enemy occupy our land and trample on our dignity! I want to fight! For this country, for the pride of our air force, and for the glory of Dorne, I want to fight! I
We want the whole world to see that even in such a desperate situation, Dorne's air force is still fighting, fighting to the last moment!" The young pilot's voice became louder and louder, more and more excited, and his chest heaved violently.
, as if the blood in his heart is about to spurt out.
"Child, no one will see this meaningless sacrifice, no one will know your bravery, your sacrifice will only become a cold number, a name that no one knows." The commander's tone was full of emotion.
Helpless and regretful, he understood the patriotic enthusiasm of the young pilot, but he also understood the cruel reality of this battle. This was a battle with no chance of winning, and a charge destined to fail.
"Even if no one will see it, even if no one knows my name, I will go! Even if it is just to let our opponents know that we still have the spirit of resistance and the unyielding will, I will go! I am determined to
No surrender! I will never give up! I will fight to the end!" The young pilot's eyes were full of firmness and determination. He had made his own choice, a choice without regrets and a heroic choice.
"That's enough!" The commander waved his hand suddenly, interrupting the young pilot's impassioned speech, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness in his tone, "If you insist on going, then go ahead."
He paused and his tone became serious: "But you must understand that our airport no longer has high-grade aviation fuel reserves."
It was Ou who said this, with his brows furrowed and a hint of pain in his eyes, "The oil supply was cut off a few days ago."
The young pilot was stunned. He seemed not to have expected such a situation. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That is to say..." The young pilot's voice was trembling. He looked at the commander in disbelief, hoping to get a negative answer: "The Saber fighter jets can no longer take off.
Already?"
"Yes." The commander nodded heavily: "The two best modified Saber fighters we have need high-grade aviation fuel to operate normally, and now we..."
He spread his hands helplessly, "There is nothing left."
"What about...the 262 fighter jet?" The young pilot's voice became smaller and smaller, and his last hope was gradually shattered.
"The 262 fighter jets can't take off anymore." The ground crew commander was standing nearby. He took over the words, his tone full of helplessness and apology: "The parts have been used up a long time ago."
He spread his hands with a helpless expression on his face, "You know, it's not that our ground crew is making things difficult for you, the failure rate of that thing has always been very high, and now it's even more..."
"Alas..." The young pilot sighed deeply. He knew that the ground commander was telling the truth. The 262 fighter jets have always been known for their high failure rate. In the case of lack of parts, he wanted to let them take off for combat.
It's simply a fantasy.
"The war has hollowed out this country," the ground commander's tone became low, with a hint of sadness: "Nowadays, many factories have no way to continue production. Those aircraft with extremely high failure rates have no spare parts supply.
It has long been paralyzed in the bunker and has become a veritable pile of scrap metal."
He shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of sadness and helplessness.
"I know, I know..." The young pilot's voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes were full of pain and helplessness, but he still did not give up.
"Even if I am flying a propeller fighter, I will take off and fight!" His tone was firm and decisive. He knew that he had to fight. For the country, for the people, and for the glory of Dorne, he had to fight to the end! Even if there is only a glimmer of hope,
He will never give up either!
The commander looked at the young pilot's firm eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that this war had wiped out too many young lives, and the young man in front of him was about to embark on this dangerous road. He was deeply moved.
He took a breath and said slowly: "Let's think of a way..."
His voice was low and hoarse, as if it was squeezed out from the bottom of his heart: "Look for it, if you can..."
He paused and seemed to be organizing his words: "If you can, collect the fuel for a takeoff..."
After the commander finished speaking, he glanced at everyone present, with a hint of helplessness: "Maybe... maybe we can let him die... or, in other words, complete his last flight..."
When the young pilot heard the commander's words, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He excitedly saluted a military salute and said loudly: "Thank you, sir!"
The commander smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "Don't thank me, this is your choice."
The young pilot's tone was firm and decisive: "I will prove that Dorne's air force is a brave and fearless warrior!"
"You don't have to prove anything." The commander was silent for a moment, then turned to the ground commander and said: "Since he has made his choice, then..."
He paused, took a deep breath, and said: "It's useless anyway, put our new weapons on him!"
Dorn has been trying to imitate the "secret weapon" of the Tang Empire. Their Shenguang missile was actually a bold attempt. From the remains of the Tang army's unexploded air-to-air missile, they discovered the secret of the fighting missile. After so long
To imitate, they finally made a few samples before the country was destroyed.
Two infrared seeker combat bombs... This is the secret weapon obtained by the Dorne Capital Airport Air Force. They originally wanted to surprise the Tang Air Force when it arrived.
No one expected... Dorn's resistance completely collapsed before they used these two air-to-air missiles.
The ground crew commander was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly saluted: "Okay!"
A cold light flashed in the commander's eyes: "Give the Tang people a surprise...let them also have a taste of missiles!"
"Yes! Sir! Thank you." The ground commander saluted again, then turned around to make arrangements.
The ground crew began to get busy. They dispersed to every corner of the base, carefully searching for any possible remaining aviation fuel. Some people climbed on top of the tanker to check whether there was any residual oil at the bottom of the tank; some people got into the abandoned aircraft wreckage,
Searching for remaining fuel in the oil line; some people ran to the warehouse and rummaged for any oil drums that may have been missed.
Time passed by, and the ground crew returned to the tarmac one after another with the fuel they found. The fuel was not in large quantities, and some even only had a few liters, but they carefully collected it and poured it into a clean container.
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After several hours of hard work, they finally collected enough fuel for one takeoff. The fuel represented the hard work of the ground crew and the support for the young pilots.
The ground crew carefully injected the fuel into the fuel tank of the F-86 Saber fighter jet to ensure that every drop of fuel could be utilized by the aircraft. After filling the fuel, they carefully inspected the aircraft to ensure that all systems of the aircraft were in optimal condition.
Best condition.
As the last drop of fuel was injected into the tank, the F-86 Saber fighter finally regained its vitality. It was parked quietly on the tarmac, waiting for the arrival of the young pilot, ready to fly to the battlefield with him to complete the final mission.
A few hours later, the leaden gray clouds hung low, making people breathless. The piercing air defense sirens sounded again over the Dornish capital. This time, only this lonely airport responded to this final warning.
On the tarmac, the F-86 Saber fighter jet was like a dormant beast, its engine roaring deafeningly and spitting out scorching tail flames.
It slid forward slowly, gradually increasing in speed. At the end of the runway, the fuselage shook violently, and then rushed into the hazy sky like an arrow from a string.
The fighter plane drew a beautiful arc in the sky and continued to climb, trying to fly to the height of the Tang army's fighter plane.
The F-86 Saber fighter was like a struggling eagle, climbing upwards with all its strength, its engines roaring, but it could never reach the cruising altitude of the Tang Army bombers. The young pilot in the cockpit gritted his teeth, even though he could clearly feel it
At the current altitude, his aircraft's response was no longer so sensitive, but he still refused to give up and tried again and again to break through the height limit.
However, the reality is cruel. After all, this old fighter jet cannot get close to the white swan soaring in the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
"We can only help you get here...the radar...is interfered with and you can't see anything...the news of the enemy plane's invasion is...the ground observation station called...the news. I wish you...well...
"In the headphones, the ground guidance ends here, and because of the distance, only the noise of electromagnetic interference is left.