Chapter 12

Despite the fact that the primary mission of the A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft is reconnaissance, patrol, and ground fire support, it is more than capable of bullying ground targets without air defense capabilities, and cannot be considered an air superiority aircraft. However, it can still handle occasional air support missions where it can show off and then run away, and it has the capability to engage in a fight no matter what.

The "Big Mouth" carrying Chekov and Chen Fei accelerated for over 300 meters on the runway, the nose suddenly lifted, the landing gear left the ground, and the aircraft quickly ascended, successfully completing the takeoff procedure.

"Listen, we're in this together now. Whether we survive or not depends entirely on you. Keep an eye on the instruments and buttons in front of you and get familiar with them."

After taking off, the unreliable Captain Big Bear finally became serious.

After all, in the air, it's easier to fall and the higher you fly, the worse the fall.

"Huh?"

Chen Fei had never thought he would become a co-pilot one day.

What if he's caught driving without a license? Online, waiting, urgent!

Traffic officer: Get out of the car first!

But the plane is in the air, and he can't get out!

Chen Fei almost wanted to die.

He quickly threw the bottle to the floor and stepped on it firmly; this thing also involves drunk driving!

He could even smell the foul odor of alcohol permeating the cockpit; this bear hadn't brushed his teeth in hundreds of years!

"First, try the communication channel. The control tower will assist you. Try to recall the technical manual you read."

Don't think that when the squadron leader of the 911 Air Base Combat Flight Squadron, Chekov Leonidovich Ivanov, casually pulled in a recruit, he was really just grabbing anyone.

When he saw Chen Fei, the rookie was holding the technical manual for the A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft. Although it was only the A volume, there were still B, C, D, E, F, and G volumes. The A volume is the general outline, basically covering all the module components, including a basic introduction to the functions of the instruments on the panel. Even if it's not a flight operation manual, it's enough to understand what's going on and is more than sufficient as a guide for the fire control operator.

Communication channel?

Chen Fei, who had been forced onto the "thief's plane," could only look gloomy and fiddle with the instruments on the panel.

Fortunately, the technical manual (A) for the light attack aircraft was still firmly in his hand, and he could still flip through it in time.

He tried to adjust the communication switch a few times.

"Roar!~ Crappy series, bull-headed people! Roar! Dead eunuchs! Roar! Cowards in real life, looking like ghosts, thinking the dragon is too hard, all of you die, die! Roar, roar, roar..."

The sudden roar startled Chen Fei, and he quickly adjusted the frequency.

"What the hell is that! Scared the crap out of me!"

Not only Chen Fei, but also Chekov in the front seat, both had their hair stand on end at the sudden roar.

Just hearing those few sentences made them feel the information was overwhelming.

"It's not me, I don't know. That was the public communication channel."

Chen Fei quickly adjusted the switch again, and a voice came through.

"Static... Calling 211, calling 211, this is 911 Tower, please respond if you receive."

"211 received, this is 'Peanut Butter,' climbing, speed 330 km/h, expected to enter the combat airspace in 5 minutes."

Chekov kept the control stick, throttled up to the maximum, and maintained a high angle of attack for the "Big Mouth" to continue climbing, without rushing into the intense battle immediately.

For atmospheric flight vehicles, the best booster is altitude.

As long as there is sufficient altitude advantage, a propeller-driven fighter can even challenge a jet fighter.

"IFF enemy identification verified, battlefield data link connected, initiating temporary key, please maintain smooth communication."

The control tower staff had retreated to the underground air defense facility's second backup command room, and the ground was now completely empty.

Dragon spikes fell from the sky, landing everywhere, and even hiding in an armored vehicle was not safe.

The dragon spikes from the golden dragon had a penetration capability comparable to armor-piercing shells and were particularly effective against metal materials, with a strong corrosive effect. Even the thickest armor steel was no different from paper, while non-metallic composite materials retained their defensive effectiveness.

"Peanut Butter received, 'True Fragrance' squadron, follow me, prepare for a two-plane dive attack, 'Devil Pepper,' are you still alive? I can't see you."

The suddenly serious Big Bear was completely different from the person on the ground.

"Devil Pepper is still here, I see you, Peanut Butter. The 'True Fragrance' squadron is all present, starting to gather."

The deputy squadron leader of the 'True Fragrance' combat flight squadron, the short-haired girl Ilyana Rusev, spoke calmly and composedly over the communication channel.

Her call sign 'Devil Pepper' truly matched the temperament of a South American chili pepper.

Before Chekov's 211 aircraft took off, the 'True Fragrance' squadron had conducted a probing attack and then began using hit-and-run tactics, striking and then retreating, regardless of whether they hit or missed.

"Hey! Rookie in the back, give yourself a call sign. How about 'Rookie'? It really suits you!"

"Peanut Butter" Chekov turned his attention back to the person behind him.

"No, no, no, I don't want it!"

What "Rookie"? Chen Fei shook his head like a rattle drum. He was an apprentice in the maintenance team, a hardworking tool, what call sign did he need?

Not Peanut Butter, Devil Pepper, and True Fragrance?

Are they planning to cook something?

Why not stew this big bear first?

That's the true essence of "True Fragrance."

Chen Fei couldn't understand the pilots' twisted sense of humor.

"Every pilot needs a call sign, it's a tradition. Like me, my call sign is 'Peanut Butter.' My father was also a pilot, his call sign was 'Caviar.' My grandfather flew the La-9, and his call sign was 'Ketchup.' The Ivanov family is a pilot family, with aviation fuel flowing in our veins, hooray!"

Okay, three generations of "sauces"!

When joining up with the other A-39B "Big Mouth" light turboprop attack aircraft of the 'True Fragrance' squadron, Chekov took a moment to explain to Chen Fei.

"I just started learning to repair planes, I'm not a pilot."

Chen Fei was almost in tears, he was forced into the cockpit, and it was all a misunderstanding.

He really wanted to use the thick and heavy technical manual to hit this unreasonable big bear.

"Where are you? What do you want to do?" Chekov suddenly raised both hands and loudly asked, "Tell me, who are you?" It was almost a soul-searching three-part question.

At that moment, no one was holding the control stick!

The "Big Mouth" continued to climb for a while due to inertia and then began to turn and descend aimlessly.

"Are you crazy?"

Seeing the big bear in the front seat let go of the controls at this critical moment, Chen Fei was furious. This was no time for jokes.

A fighter is not a bicycle; without autopilot, letting go is like shaking hands with death.

"Tell me, who are you?"

Chekov persisted, allowing the fighter to begin a free fall.

"211, what are you doing?"

The second backup command room in the underground air defense facility not only heard their conversation but also captured the abnormal maneuver of the 211 "Big Mouth" via radar.

"Captain, stop fooling around!"

"Devil Pepper" Ilyana Rusev flew closer and noticed the abnormality of the 211 aircraft, which was not a proper dive attack.

"Grab the control stick, we're going to crash! Crash! Crash!"

Chekov waved his arms and danced in the front seat, his 200-pound body causing the aircraft to shake even more violently.

"You're insane! Ah, ah, ah, pull up, pull up, ah, ah, ah..."

Chen Fei finally couldn't take it anymore. He tucked the technical manual under his arm, grabbed the control stick, and pulled it back with all his might.

Who knows which direction the "Big Mouth" would fly, to the ground, the sky, or level off!

Finally, with human intervention, the turboprop aircraft dived for a distance and gradually leveled off, the shaking body stabilized, and it began to climb again.

Aircraft with static stability design are not difficult to control. There is only a risk of stalling when the speed drops below 130 km/h. Even so, with a spinning dive, it would take only a few seconds to hit the ground, but there is still enough time to recover.

"Ura!~~"

Chekov cheered, saying, "Look! Look! I knew you were a qualified pilot. Tell me, who are you?"

Who am I, where am I, what do I want to do?

The standard soul-searching three-part question. This big bear is not stupid, just drunk.