Chapter 58: The Illegal Pilot Without a Flight License

  Zhang Feng looked at this pilot and knew he was in big trouble.

  "If you don't behave yourself, I'll shoot," Marwan threatened.

  What's the point of shooting? They've already prepared to take us both to hell together! Zhang Feng thought to himself.

  Watching the pilot's right hand press down on the control stick, Zhang Feng used a beautiful grappling move to grab his arm.

  Suddenly, a huge jolt came, and Malwan felt his feet unstable for a moment. He used his hands to support the cabin door, otherwise he would have fallen down.

  Zhang Feng took a horse stance and fortunately his lower base was solid, so he had to dislocate his opponent's wrist joint.

  Suddenly, a big sweat dripped from Xi Ha De Sang's forehead, his hands were unable to move, but he still wanted to use his arm to manipulate the operating lever.

  "Get out!" Marwan steadied himself below, using his pistol to strike Si Hadza's occipital bone, knocking him unconscious in the chair.

  "You knocked him out, who's going to fly the plane?" Zhang Feng was shocked at a glance.

  "He won't fly well for us unless we knock him out," Marwan said.

  Suddenly, a strong gust of wind came, and the slave shook violently.

  The two of them suddenly remembered that the helicopter had already taken off from the ground.

  "Let's land first," said Zhang Feng.

  "I won't," Marwan said without hesitation. "Kusayy, aren't you proficient in all weapons? The military district commander told me."

  I can drive an armored vehicle, I can drive a tank, that's because I'm from the army, different professions are like different mountains, flying a helicopter, you think it's like driving a go-kart, just step on the gas and go.

  Zhang Feng was stunned, the helicopter pilot, that requires theoretical study, simulator training, even the fastest, it takes more than a year to fly on the machine, and there must be an instructor by your side, ready to take over the driving authority at any time.

  But now, you have to learn how to fly a helicopter right away, and it's such a big helicopter. It's like signing up for driving school one day and then being asked to drive a heavy truck on the highway the next day without even knowing what the accelerator and brakes are. How can you do that?

  No choice, let's get it on the shelves!

  Zhang Feng sat on the driver's seat on one side and looked down at a glance.

  Underfoot are two directional rudders, stepping on either side will turn in that direction, however, it's best to coordinate with the operating lever.

  Between the two legs is the control stick. The control stick can move forward, backward, left and right. Moving it to either side makes the helicopter tilt, and when combined with the directional rudder, the helicopter turns.

  While moving forward and backward, it is flying forward and backward.

  Of course, flying forward and backward, or hovering, also needs to be coordinated with the left side of the main rotor, lifting the main rotor, the lift of the rotor will increase, the lift is equal to the weight, it is hovering, greater than rising, less than falling, coordinating with the operating stick can achieve rapid or slow forward flight.

  This knowledge was not taught by his instructor, but rather something he had picked up in his free time from reading military magazines.

  A book is useless until it's needed.

  Now, first get down and take all your brothers with you. Then, this illegal flying pilot without a license will take them back.

  I have to get it done because Neilhe, who had his leg broken on the ground, is still waiting for medical rescue.

  Zhang Feng calmed down.

  First put down the overall rectangle, landing.

  Zhang Feng's mind moved slightly, and he lowered the total rectangle on his left side.

  Suddenly, the huge slaver, as if it had suddenly lost its power, plunged violently towards the ground.

  In an instant, Marwan turned pale, as if he had just sat on a broken elevator cable.

  Zhang Feng immediately picked up the overall situation again.

  This time, Zhinu suddenly roared like a fierce beast, broke free from the downward force, and flew upwards.

  It's over again!

  Zhang Feng had no choice but to lower the overall frame again, however, this time with experience, he didn't use as much force as before.

  The helicopter was like a tame wild deer, this time it didn't rise as swiftly as before, stopped ascending and began to sway slowly downwards.

  Zhang Feng didn't go see Malwan, this guy was probably scared out of his wits.

  "Thud!" The left tire touched the ground first, while the right tire was still half a meter off the ground. The massive hydraulic rod was forced down by half a meter. Fortunately, the sturdy body of the machine was quite large; if it were a smaller, more agile "snake", it would have probably flipped over by now.

  As the helicopter descended, the waiting Rattlesnake special forces members did not hesitate and boarded from the front gangway in a single file.

  Two soldiers carried the badly injured Neil into the cabin.

  The spacious cabin, enough to hold a platoon of thirty-six people, still looked very empty after these few people got in, this aircraft was simply specially prepared for them.

  Zhang Feng took a glance at his comrades in the rear cabin and silently thought to himself: Brothers, we're going home now.

  The Iranian pilot who was knocked unconscious next to him, Zhang Feng couldn't believe it at all, and had him pushed into the rear cabin, tied up tightly. When they got back, he would be handed over to the personnel for interrogation to see if they could get any information about the Iranian Air Force.

  Through the previous operation, Zhang Feng has had some feeling that his own big fellow is like a pure and innocent girl, who should be treated gently, once she is subjected to violence, she will suddenly become a fierce woman.

  He slowly pulled the collective pitch control stick up, and in the gradually changing rhythm of the rotor blades above his head, the helicopter slowly lifted off the ground.

  Then it's time to adjust course.

  Zhang Feng did not directly choose to head south, otherwise he might have entered the combat zone of both sides. After all, this plane was from Iran, and everyone on board was wearing Iranian military uniforms. If they were shot down by their own people, it would be a tragedy.

  He chose to head west first, and after leaving the swamp, he flew south.

  The dozens of instruments in front of him seemed like a dense spider web, making Zhang Feng feel a bit overwhelmed. He only recognized a few limited ones: airspeed indicator, altimeter, and gyro horizon indicator. These instruments were very similar to those he had seen when playing fighter jet games, but as for the others, he didn't recognize them, even though they were labeled in English.

  However, Zhang Feng also knew that as long as those gauges weren't in the red zone, there was no problem.

  So, relying on his half-baked knowledge, Zhang Feng didn't dare to fly high and could only fly at a height of twenty or thirty meters above the ground. This way, if something happened, it would be easier to land, but he couldn't fly too low either, otherwise, he might accidentally touch the ground.

  Zhang Feng was very lucky, because at this time, the two MiG-25s that were on patrol duty finally returned due to fuel consumption exceeding half. The six squadrons of Su-27s had been patrolling near the battlefield and did not notice the Shenyang J-8 flying almost close to the ground tens of kilometers away from the battlefield.

  The soldiers in the cabin all fastened themselves to their seats with seatbelts, anyway the captain was with them, if something really happened, they would die without regret.

  Zhang Feng worked hard to manipulate the helicopter, flying in what he thought was the right direction, while hoping that this slave would give him face and not disappoint his trust in him.