A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

"Control tower! Control tower?"

Jiang Xia dragged the unconscious Xia Guo out of the driver's seat, placed him on the spare seat in the back, fastened his seatbelt, and then, following Xia Qing's instructions, pressed the call button.

"Release the call button so the other end can get through! Hold on! Another sharp turn is coming!" After giving instructions, Xia Qing tilted his head to estimate the flight path of the plane outside and maneuvered the plane to make another sharp turn.

"Tower received! Tower received! Please proceed!"

Upon hearing the voice coming from the loudspeaker again, the comrade on this side felt as if he had been reborn, and he grabbed the microphone and spoke hurriedly.

"Uh, the enemy is a jet fighter with a high tail and rather short wings. They've already fired two volleys at us. The pilot is currently unconscious from being hit by flying debris from the cockpit, and the co-pilot has a large gash on his arm. The wounded have received basic treatment!"

Jiang Xia looked back at Xia Guo, who was wrapped up like an Indian, and then at the haphazard bandages on Xia Qing's arm, feeling rather embarrassed.

"You still need to report on the damage, right? I don't know what happened to the wing, I can't see it, but the cockpit has several large holes! Two pieces of the cockpit instruments are broken, uh... that's it, all done!"

"Uh, right, can you bring some reinforcements? It's really frustrating to be beaten like this~" Little Doe thought for a moment and then added.

Look at the call button that's still pressed, and release it quickly.

"The little brat is still alive!" Old Wang snatched the other communicator and began to wail, his voice trembling with sobs.

"You little brat, what are you doing running around like that! If anything happens to you, how am I supposed to live?! I'm telling you, once you're safe and sound, even when you go to the toilet, you're going to hang me on your belt..."

"Hey, you're not Ziwei, and I'm not Erkang. This old Wang is getting more and more tasteless." Jiang Xia frowned slightly in disdain, but didn't have time to reply.

After all, that beat-up plane was charging towards them again. Xia Qing gave the order, requiring him to help move the control stick.

Xia Qing started moving vigorously again, stepping on the pedals while counting down: "3, 2, 1. Move backward!"

Jiang Xia jolted awake and hugged the control stick to his chest.

"Wow, is this plane really that hard to fly? It's so powerful!"

Grandpa An's joystick was still trembling uneasily in Jiang Xia's arms, like a slippery catfish.

"There's a hole in the tail rudder! It's a miracle it can even be pulled up!" Xia Qing was still in the mood to argue with Jiang Xia, but after saying that, he peeked out to the side to search for the enemy plane's movements.

Fortunately, the An-2 had a relatively user-friendly design from the very beginning – sliding windows!

Its cockpit has a slight outward flare on both sides, a design that allows the pilot to observe the front of the aircraft by leaning against the side windows.

Sure enough, the jet flew straight past them, and the turbulence it created caused the old An-2 to shake violently again.

Even the metal frame of the cabin emitted a sickening sound.

"Damn it! Flying that low, aren't you afraid of falling?!"

Xia Qing spat at the plane.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he spat out that thing, the powerful air pressure from the damaged cockpit caused the lump of stuff to immediately roll back onto his face.

Xia Qing blushed slightly and explained to the little boy, "It's actually quite difficult for a jet to hit a propeller like ours. We just need to predict its angle of attack..."

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get back safely!"

To his surprise, the little brat completely ignored him, pressing his hand against the earpiece and listening to something.

"Uh, Uncle Xia, the control tower keeps asking us for our location through the headset, saying we're flying too low and the radar can't detect us!" Jiang Xia covered his headset and listened for a while before turning to Xia Qing and yelling.

Xia Qing was stunned for a moment, holding the rudder with one hand and pulling off his earmuff with the other.

Well, a shard of glass got stuck right in my right ear.

No wonder it was silent~~

Orientation? Xia Qing looked at the compass, now riddled with cracks, then at the vast, desolate landscape outside the cockpit. Who the hell knows where to go!

but!

"Hey, we don't know our location, let the radar find us!" Jiang Xia pointed his index finger at the sky and poked it upwards.

Xia Qing immediately understood, but the higher he went, the greater the chance of being shot down.

"Raise! Don't worry! Pole Number One is nearby!"

"Alright! Engine cooling fins open! Pitch 100%, let's begin the climb!"

Xia Qing gestured to Jiang Xia to move the buttons on the control panel, while he himself, enduring the pain, pushed the black and white gear levers of the An-2 to the top.

An-2 roared and shot diagonally into the sky.

"Location acquired! Bearing 27, altitude 800, still ascending! It should be an An-2!"

"Immediately notify Pole One! Simultaneously establish multi-band communication!"

"Target RF-101 located, 6 kilometers from An-2! ​​Altitude 1200 meters, turning back!"

"Pang Guoxing! You have to catch up!"

The An-2 stopped at about 2000 meters and gradually returned to level flight.

Xia Qing eased off the throttle: "This won't do! If we keep going like this, the engine will explode! Quickly check the surroundings and predict its improvement path. If it flies too high, we'll be sitting ducks!"

Meanwhile, the two Japanese soldiers in RF-101 were also quite frustrated.

"Damn it, the pilot of this old machine must be an ace, otherwise how could he have dodged two rounds of my strafing!"

"Jun-hee-nim, let's forget about this plane and climb quickly! I have a bad feeling about this!"

"One more round! Even if I miss, I'll make sure they disintegrate in the wake of the J57-P-13 engine! Besides, in that country, anyone who can afford to fly must be a high-ranking official! Just think about it, what a generous reward we'll get if we shoot them down, plus the intelligence we gather!"

This time, Jaehyun wasn't fooled. He looked at the early warning radar and screamed like a woman.

"Junxi-nim, a spacecraft is approaching us at Mach 1.2! It's expected to make contact in two minutes! Oh no! It's accelerating again—1.3—1.4!"

"Emergency evacuation! Emergency evacuation!"

The Korean driver glanced at his prey, which was so close at hand, and felt rather unwilling to give up.

"Then we won't fire. We'll find an angle to accelerate and fly over there. The wake will do the rest for us! Don't worry, we're going Mach 1.8! They can't catch up!"

"No matter what, let's get out of here first. Radar indicates that other aircraft are on their way!"

"Quiet! Help me calculate the flight path, let's find a good angle to enter, hmm, that's perfect!"

The South Korean pilot flew diagonally toward the An-2, and the two huge jet engines at the bottom of the aircraft spewed out bright flames.

"Pang Guoxing! Shoot your balls out!"

Seeing the demon flying obliquely towards him from the horizon, Jiang Xia, who had already made contact with Pang Guoxing, shouted into the communicator.

"Splash! Splash! You're too close!" Pang Guoxing was hesitant to act rashly.

"Shoot! Green first, then red! One by one!" After saying that, Jiang Xia looked at Xia Qing: "Can we turn off the machines and glide?"

Xia Qing ignored him, gripping the rudder tightly and staring intently at the approaching demon.

Hearing Jiang Xia's words, Pang Guoxing calmed down and began to mechanically execute the launch procedures.

"Missile powered up!"

"Press the green button first, wait for the light to turn on, then press the red button."

Pressing the green button activates the nitrogen cooling system installed inside the missile!

Then, the dark, hollow eyeball seemed to awaken from a dream and began searching for infrared signals in the airspace.

"Green light! Firecracker No. 1, launch!"

As the red button was pressed, the "Big Cannon No. 1" pylon under the wing of the J-6 emitted sparks from its pylon. Using the momentum from the J-6's supersonic speed, it plunged straight out.

Pang Guoxing felt a sudden weight on the left wing of the plane, followed by a lightness, and then saw a long line of fire appear out of nowhere in the sky.

The high-speed missile immediately triggered the RF-101's early warning system.

"Mach 2.4!"

"What! A lie?! It must be a lie~ They have air-to-air missiles?"

The South Korean pilot didn't have time to answer his partner, nor did he think about doing any wake maneuvers to the An-2 in front of him. He simply pulled up the nose and started to rush towards the sun in a sudden, dramatic leap.

"Don't be afraid! The sun will help us!"