What's more, when Yang Jing sat in the back seat of the cabin, his heart beat wildly for no reason. Excitement and nervousness were inevitable.
"Boss, don't worry. I'll take care of everything. I'll get you on board quickly and then bring you back safely." George, who was sitting in the front seat, turned his head and said to Yang Jing with a smile, "You don't have to do anything else. Just do the things I told you just now, and I'll make sure you'll be fine. Remember, seat belts and oxygen masks. As long as there's no problem with these two, then you'll be fine on board."
Yang Jing forced a smile and gave George a thumbs up.
When the time came, Yang Jing realized that he was not as calm as he had imagined. It seemed that he had not trained his character enough.
Everyone in the hangar left, George started the engine, and then the plane slowly drove out of the hangar.
"Radio test, Lair Three, Lair Three, this is Flying Fox One, this is Flying Fox One, please calibrate the radio."
Yang Jing didn't say anything, but after a burst of electrical interference, another clear voice rang out from the built-in radio headset in his helmet. "This is Lair No. 3, receiving a radio calibration request. Flying Fox No. 1, your signal is very normal and clear."
"Thank you. Flying Fox No. 1 has slid out. Please ask Nest No. 3 for instructions."
"Flying Fox No. 1, please taxi to 24L and wait for takeoff orders."
As soon as the tower issued this order, Yang Jing felt the fuselage shake, and the plane began to slowly accelerate on the taxiway, and then taxied towards the take-off runway.
A few minutes later, the plane stopped steadily at the end of the takeoff runway, and George's voice sounded again: "Nest Three, Flying Fox One is ready, requesting takeoff."
"Received, Flying Fox One, you can take off in forty seconds. In addition, the visibility is very good today, and there will be an estimated eight-knot crosswind during takeoff, so please pay attention to the crosswind. Flying Fox One, Lair Three wishes you a successful flight today."
"Thanks."
After the call, Yang Jing felt that the engine behind him was making an increasingly louder sound. It was obvious that the aircraft engine was increasing its output power.
When the time came, Yang Jing felt a strong push on his back, as if his body was being held down by an invisible hand. At this time, Yang Jing could clearly distinguish the difference between a fighter jet and a civil airliner.
Ordinary civil airliners do have a noticeable push-on-back feeling when taking off, but it is far from comparable to the push-on-back feeling produced by fighter jets when taking off. The two are simply not on the same level.
In normal fuel-carrying mode, the F15 only needs 500 meters to take off, and if it is in interception mode, that is, with low fuel, it only needs 300 meters to take off.
Therefore, when the F15 takes off, the acceleration overload that the pilot bears is very large, which is why there is such a strong push back blessing.
In just less than ten seconds, Yang Jing felt his body suddenly sink, and the next moment, everything on the ground began to move away from him rapidly, and he began to rise rapidly as if he was riding on a roller coaster.
The climbing speed of fighter jets is incomparable to that of civil airliners. The maximum climbing speed of this thing is as high as 254 meters per second. That is to say, under extreme conditions, the F15 only needs a little more than 34 seconds to rapidly rise from the ground to a height exceeding Mount Everest!
Of course, George would not use such an extreme climbing speed when Yang Jing first rode a fighter jet, after all, Yang Jin needed a period of adaptation. But even so, the climbing speed of the F15D surprised Yang Jing. Before Yang Jing even recovered from the sudden feeling of overweight, he found that the plane was already flying steadily at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters.
Don't ask how Yang Jing knew the current altitude of the plane. It's very simple. The back seat where he sat had an altimeter that showed...
The plane quickly entered a stable flight state, and at this time, looking down and around from an altitude of 2,000 meters, all it saw was clear blue water. Guam, which had seemed very vast, was now completely beneath it.
Looking from this height, Yang Jing immediately thought of a classic Internet slang - Ah, sea, you're all water!
To be honest, I couldn't feel the true meaning of this sentence before, but today, flying over the sea in an F15D, the true meaning of this sentence can be most thoroughly reflected.
As the F15D continued to accelerate and fly eastward, Guam gradually disappeared, and the surrounding area really became the same color as the water! The sky was blue, and the Pacific Ocean below was also blue. No matter where you looked, you could not see any other colors except this clear and intoxicating blue.
In fact, this is the ultimate purity! In this pure blue, Yang Jing couldn't even feel that he was riding in a fighter plane and flying at a speed close to the speed of sound. He just felt as if he was suspended in mid-air. That feeling was wonderful.
But George's voice broke this feeling, "Boss, do you feel okay? I mean, you don't feel any discomfort at this speed, do you?"
Yang Jing shook his head subconsciously, and then realized that George, who was sitting in the front seat, couldn't see him at all, so he said: "No problem, I don't feel any discomfort at this speed."
George smiled and gave a thumbs-up from the top of his head. "Boss, your physical fitness really surprises me. Our current speed is 0.9 Mach, which is 1,080 kilometers per hour. Now your speed in the air relative to the earth has exceeded 300 meters per second."
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