After the high overload reaction generated by the bullet disappeared, Yan Yingbo lowered his head and saw a fighter plane that turned into a ball of fireballs and was falling rapidly and turning into debris.

The vertical tail wing has fallen off, and the horizontal tail wing is about to fall off. The missile hit point is on the back of the fighter, somewhere between the two engines, not too far from the fuselage fuel tank.

The danger was not eliminated, and the bullet-up seat only pushed Yan Ying up by two hundred meters, and the falling fighter plane was directly under him.

Because the fall speed was faster, Yan Yingbo entered the area where the fighter plane wreckage was spread.

Now it's over! Seeing the oncoming fighter plane wreckage, Yan Ying struggled desperately. The five-point seat belt tied him firmly to the seat and could not move at all.

A fallen vertical tail wing rolled and smashed, and Yan Yingbo quickly lowered his head.

The vertical tail wing rubbed a few centimeters above Yan Yingbo's head, peeled off half of the headrest, and made the seat rotate rapidly.

After a dizzy feeling, the wreckage of the fighter plane and the earth under the dawn appeared in front of Yan Yingbo as if it were a slide.

Yan Yingbo immediately realized that he had passed through the area where the fighter plane wreckage was spread.

Not only did he not breathe a sigh of relief, he became even more nervous. He then grabbed the seat armrest and pulled the air pressure gauge that controlled the parachute to automatically open.

The height pointer is still in the green area, but the zero-scale pointer on the surface is on the edge of the red area.

This means that the opening height of the parachute is less than 500 meters!

Yan Ying became nervous after a while and looked at the wreckage of the fighter plane above his head.

The current altitude must be more than three thousand meters. In a dozen seconds, the parachute will be opened, and the distance between him and the wreckage of the fighter will be expanded to more than five hundred meters. However, the wreckage of the fighter will be spread around during the fall, and the area of ​​the parachute will be much larger than the seats of the bullet.

Even if you are hit by a component on the fighter plane, the parachute will fail.

From a height of hundreds of meters to the ground, the iron ball will turn into an iron discus, let alone the body of blood!

Open the parachute in advance?

That is even more of a desperate situation.

The only way is to distance yourself from the wreckage of the fighter plane, open the parachute at the lowest altitude, and strive to land before being hit by the wreckage of the fighter plane.

Yan Yingbo did not hesitate and immediately started to untie the seat belt.

The pilot has two sets of parachutes, one in the seat of the elastic and the other in the backpack of the flight suit.

The seat belt is very tightly stuck and has the function of anti-unexpected ejection. After a few times, Yan Yingbo reached out to get the paratrooper knife that was blocked on the outside of the right tui.

This knife is not a standard equipment for the pilot, but a personal item by Yan Yingbo.

Two years ago, at the Aviation School Alumni Association, a classmate who was assigned to the transport aircraft unit and later served in the 15th Army brought dozens of paratrooper swords to alumni of the same period. Because this guy lived with Yan Yingbo for two years, the paratrooper sword he gave to Yan Yingbo was quite special, with his name engraved on it.

Last year, Yan Yingbo received news that this old classmate encountered an accident. In order to protect the national property, he flew a transport plane to make a landing in the Gobi, broke the big tui and could no longer fly.

It is probably of memorial significance, and Yan Yingbo has always carried the paratrooper sword with him.

Now, this knife saved Yan Yingbo.

Cut off the seat belt, Yan Yingbo put away the paratrooper knife, grabbed the armrest, and waited until he faced the ground, then kicked his feet hard and left the seat.

During the fall, Yan Ying fought and tied his hands together, pressed his hands tightly against his side to reduce the area of ​​wind.

The falling speed is very fast, but it is difficult to accurately judge the height.

Looking down at the earth from a high altitude, it is easy to treat grass as big trees, and it is easy to treat big trees as weeds.

If the parachute is less than 100 meters high and the parachute cannot be fully opened, Yan Yingbo will become a cake posted on the ground. The flight code is very clear. The minimum safe opening height of the backup umbrella is 250 meters. If it is lower, there will be no time to slow down.

However, there is a margin for any safety specification.

Yan Yingbo didn't know what the remaining amount was, but he just felt that it would not be less than 50%, because in the past parachuting training, he tried to open an altitude of 250 meters. After the speed stabilized, he floated in the air for more than ten seconds before landing safely.

The safe landing speed of the parachute is about six meters per second, and no more than eight meters per second at most.

This is equivalent to falling on the ground at a speed of 21 to 28 kilometers per hour, almost like jumping down from the second floor platform.

But, how to judge the height?

Yan Yingbo stared at the ground, trying hard to find a reference.

The closer he got to the ground, the clearer he could see.

The ground is a coniferous forest, full of tall pine and cypress.

Now, Yan Yingbo knew it. He had been to Changbai Mountain, and the primeval forests there were well protected. Some pine and cypresses that had grown older could grow to twenty or thirty meters high.

It felt almost done, Yan Yingbo pulled open the parachute.

The first thing that is expanded is the umbrella with an area of ​​less than one square meter, and then the main umbrella with an area of ​​twenty square meters.

When the main umbrella was unfolded, a huge force grabbed Yan Yingbo. It was not until this time that Yan Yingbo realized that he was too overestimating himself. As soon as the main umbrella was fully unfolded, he fell into the woods. The height of the umbrella opening was definitely not 150 meters, and even less than 100 meters!

Everything came too fast, and Yan Yingbo had no time to react.

Yan Yingbo did not fall to the ground, but after breaking more than a dozen branches, he was entangled with a paracord, hanging on a thick branch on his head and feet.

This trouble almost made him fall apart.

The ground suddenly vibrated, and the wreckage of the fighter plane landed more than 200 meters away. After the violent explosion, the fuel that had not yet burned out splashed everywhere, igniting nearby trees.

Another crackling sound came, and the seats were more than fifty meters away.

This guy is so strong that he didn't fall apart when he hit the ground!

After the forest returned to calm, Yan Yingbo breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, he didn't support himself, so he took down a branch first and threw it down. It was estimated that when the branches fell, Yan Yingbo must have hung his branch less than three meters above the ground.

After cutting the parachute rope with a paratrooper knife, Yan Yingbo finally got down to earth.

After confirming that he was not injured, Yan Yingbo walked towards the seat of the ammunition. The things that could be placed on the pilot were very limited, and most of the biological information and equipment for help were on the seat of the ammunition.

The distress signal sender on the seat has been broken, but fortunately the satellite phone on Yan Yingbo's body is not broken.

After taking out the 92 Type 5.8mm self-defense pistol and two spare magazines, Yan Yingbo took out three bags of high-energy rations that had fallen completely deformed from the storage compartment under the seat. However, he could not find the first aid kit that should be placed inside and the spare battery for the satellite phone.

Twenty-five minutes later, Yan Yingbo saw the No. 4 wingman's bullet-mounted seat.

Probably, the height of the bullet shè was higher and the height of the umbrella was higher. The wreckage of the No. 4 Wingman was not nearby, but fell on the hillside opposite the valley, burning half of the trees on the hillside.

Jing Shanping leaned behind the seat and placed her two sides straight on the ground. The god was in great pain.
Chapter completed!