A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 625 The pressure is immense! The injured black rat goes into battle!

Everyone is busy. Some are busy for a brighter future for the country, while others are busy for their own lives.

The P2V-7U, with his hand still in a cast, was the captain of the "Black Rat Squadron" sitting in the navigator's seat, patting a sealed document bag in his hand with a helpless expression.

The other navigator, under the red lights in the cabin, looked nervously at the file folder that the captain was patting.

"Clap clap clap..."

The somewhat dull knocking sound annoyed him, and he finally couldn't help but speak up: "Colonel! Stop taking pictures, just open it and take a look. Don't let the higher-ups send us into that den of thieves again! We were lucky last time. If we go again, even if we don't get shot down by a missile, I reckon we'll be rammed down by those reckless guys!"

The squadron leader's tense face twitched for a moment, then he raised his hand to check the time: "It's not time yet! We can't open it! As for the wiring, it shouldn't be duplicated. We've already taken some photos, enough to save face for the higher-ups... right?"

The squadron leader's final question revealed that he himself didn't have much confidence.

After setting up the autopilot, the driver looked back with some relief: "Don't worry! The route map provided by the departure point is a bit eastward, at least 100 kilometers different from the last route! It shouldn't be that hell gate in Beijing anymore!"

"Besides, our squadron leader is the only person in all of Taiwan who can fly a U-2. The higher-ups definitely won't send him to his death!"

The navigator glanced at the squadron leader's arm, still in a cast, and thought to himself regarding the driver's sycophantic behavior: "Kid, you're still too young!"

Not sending them to their deaths? Good heavens, they were crammed into the plane with their casts on, and that's not considered sending them to their deaths? You have to understand that the P2V-7U, although its combat speed is only 586 kilometers per hour, is definitely a subsonic aircraft.

Even at that speed, it's enough to give someone with injuries a run for their money. Didn't you see how pale the squadron leader was? If he flies like that twice more, it's hard to say whether his arm will even be okay...

If it's not going to get better, you still want to fly a U-2? Ha...

The squadron leader looked somewhat dejected. He hadn't been pressured by his superiors for these two flight missions. During the Spring Festival celebrations, his superiors even cheerfully visited him and a group of wounded soldiers in the hospital.

Unfortunately, someone carelessly offended their superiors, and the words "The Grass Mountain Road does not support idlers!" made the squadron leader feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

In order not to make the "idle person" label a reality, the squadron leader stubbornly climbed up the P2V-7U that the Bald Eagle had delivered.

"It's easy to survive!"

"To save my life! I might as well open it and take a look!" The company commander looked at the file bag in his hand and desperately tried to numb himself with phrases like "When a general is in the field, he may not obey orders from the army."

"Tear..." The bag is opened.

The document bag naturally contained the specific flight path for this mission.

This is because we've been hit by the enemy repeatedly. The U-2 disaster and the capture of the bald boss's flagship have led him to believe that there's a traitor within our ranks.

"It must be some traitor who leaked our operation plan! As long as we can prevent the information from leaking out, then we have the upper hand!"

So, the higher-ups came up with a way to prevent intelligence leaks. That was to plan several routes before the mission, whether for aircraft or warships. As for which route to take, they'd only reveal that after the planes were airborne or out of the ship!

If you're lucky, the objective is just ahead; if you're unlucky, turn around and keep flying!

Anyway, the fuel tanks were full when they set off, and the relevant combat plan wouldn't be so foolish as to let these soldiers crash halfway through the flight.

"I'm so clever! Gentlemen, please do your best!"

You know what, since adopting this method, several reconnaissance operations by higher-ups have been successful. This has greatly boosted their confidence, and they are quite inclined to fully implement this approach.

Regardless of what his superiors were thinking, the squadron leader who opened the file breathed a sigh of relief; his life was spared again!

The navigator took the mission briefing and beamed with delight: "Aha! We're lucky this time; we only need to fly one lap over Songjiang!"

"No! No! There's something wrong with the flight path planning here!"

"how?"

"So they're making us go through that huge bathtub-like sea before heading to Shanghai? What kind of damn route is this! You guys forgot, after we successfully made our way in last time, didn't we spot them using a cement boat to tow some radar-like things towards those small islands..."

"Given how swift they are, do you think we'll be discovered as soon as we go in?"

"Last time we barely managed to escape, and we even used up all the flares the Bald Eagle had brought us. Without those, I reckon if we went inside, one missile from the other side would wipe us out!"

The driver's cab fell silent, with only the instrument lights flashing incessantly, casting a shadowy light on the faces of the men.

"Colonel...why don't we..."

The navigator and the pilot exchanged a glance, a fierce glint flashing in their eyes.

"If you don't treat us like human beings, then you might as well..."

The navigator hadn't finished speaking, but his attitude was clear. That fierce gaze sent a chill down the squadron leader's spine. His sharp eyes had already spotted the navigator opposite him raising his compass, and the pilot beside him subtly reaching for his emergency pouch…

If he doesn't agree, he'll probably die right here on the spot.

"Shadow One, this is the base. Response, please..."

"Shadow One, respond if you hear me!"

The squadron leader felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly got up and escaped the deadly encirclement. He went to the middle of the fuselage and used another communicator to make a call from the base.

"Base, this is Shadow One! Please speak!"

"Mission changed! Proceed immediately to the airspace of XXX, XXX and rendezvous with the Bald Eagle special operations aircraft!"

"XXX airspace?" The squadron leader looked up at the navigator, who looked and exclaimed, "Hey, this place is right over the Yellow Sea, near Jeju Island."

As long as it doesn't go too deep, that's fine!

The sudden change in mission orders lightened the atmosphere in the cockpit. The navigator even offered a wine flask in a flattering manner: "Colonel! Have a taste, this is yellow wine brought back from the mainland during the successful retreat!"

"Hehehe, no need. I need to monitor the bald eagle's instructions. I'm probably the only one here who speaks English! If I miss the communication, I might get shot down by them!"

The navigator, hearing words that sounded like excuses but were actually threats, turned his head toward the terrain-following radar in front of him. The dark green screen reflected on his somewhat bewildered face, making him look quite eerie.

“Establish contact with duck on 118.5.”

"Sir, yes sir! Establish visual contact with the lead aircraft."

The P2V-7U, equipped with jet engines, was quite fast. It soon received a call from the Bald Eagles flight team. After joining their flight formation as requested, the relevant instructions were displayed on a small screen of the electronic intelligence equipment via the VHF short-range communication system.

"Squad leader, what is Bald Eagle trying to do?"

"They want us to act as signal repeaters for the drones! To bring us closer to the Yellow Sea coast to provide signal relay for the drones!"

"Damn it! You want us to go if you don't want to die?"

What is a drone?

"It should be the one hanging under the wing of the C-130!"

Before the words were even finished, a C-130 broke away from the formation and climbed into the sky. Then, bursts of fire erupted as something bright red was launched from under its wing.

Then, the other party's endless urging came through the communicator.

"Squad leader! The autopilot's coordinates have changed by itself!"

The driver was horrified to see the autopilot's original flight coordinates change.

What the hell!

"It's a back door!"

"I can intervene manually!"

“It’s no use, just fly along these coordinates…” The squadron leader dejectedly put down the communicator and pointed to the F-5B fighter jet outside the window, which was defiantly showing off its belly to them.

"This is just conscription!"

"Fine, let's fly! 50 kilometers offshore is enough to give us a way out. Once their fighter jets take off, we can quickly escape."

Silence returned to the cabin, with only the roar of the engines remaining for a moment.

"Wow, that's so advanced... They can even make unmanned airplanes..."

"Those on the other side are going to be in trouble!"

"Sigh..." A soft sigh echoed in the cabin.

The P2V-7U crew members were all filled with a strange sense of melancholy.

The company commander looked at the distant coastline, his eyes narrowing slightly: "To borrow enemy soldiers and supply them with thieves' provisions is the height of folly."

The navigator looked up and glanced at the squadron leader in surprise: "The Warring States Policy - Zhao Policy III?"

"I also have a saying: The proverb 'The cart and the wheel are interdependent, and if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold' refers to the states of Yu and Guo."

Which class of the Whampoa Military Academy?

"Issue 23!"

The squad leader nodded: "I'm from the 16th batch..."

"Hello, senior!"

Do you still remember the school motto?

"My dearest sincerity!"

The squadron leader pointed at the compass in the navigator's hand: "Then why the hell are you still holding onto that!"

"Hehehe, I'm used to it. Senior, what do you mean?"

"Let's discuss it again!"