Chapter 6 The United States Is Not the World Hegemon

Two steel fighter planes flew in from a distance, accurately aimed at the runway, and entered the landing route.

"031, 032, pay attention to the attitude, don't move the stick too much, the landing gear has been lowered." The voice of the guide in the control tower kept coming through the headset.

Although it was the first time to operate such a high-altitude and high-speed MiG-25 fighter, the young man who inherited all the wings and had become Andrei calmly pushed the control stick to control the fighter to continue to descend.

In order to make the fighter plane have good control at high altitude, the MiG-25 used a fully movable horizontal tail and a tall double vertical tail for the first time, which led to excessive operating torque in dense low altitudes, requiring operators to control it carefully. Later generations had a very vivid metaphor that at low altitudes, it was like a flying brick!

When the wheels touched the ground, a slight vibration was felt. Looking to both sides through the metal-framed cockpit, everything on the ground was rapidly retreating.

The front landing gear also touched the ground. Since the parachute had been released, Andre could only start to gently step on the brakes. A heavy interceptor like the MiG-25 needs a runway of more than two kilometers to land.

The MiG-25 was braked almost at the end of the runway.

Andrei walked down the MiG-25 fighter from the ladder set up by the ground crew and stood beside it, looking at it carefully.

This is a tall and majestic fighter! Andrei really couldn't find a more appropriate description. The tough lines, the almost square-like body, and the two huge rectangular air intakes all showed the characteristics of the Soviet Union: simple, reliable, rough, and powerful.

Standing beside him, he could feel his own insignificance. Even when he was flying the J-11 in his previous life, Andre had never had this feeling.

At the same time, another ground crew member set up a ladder at the vertical tail. The vertical tail, which was two stories high, was glanced at by the ground crew.

At this time, Andre remembered that he used the vertical tail as a knife to cut open the American EP-3 reconnaissance plane. Was the vertical tail damaged?

"How is it, is it serious?" Andre asked.

"It's okay. The skin is a little damaged. We can just tow it back to the hangar and weld it." The ground crew replied, "The VHF antenna inside is not damaged."

Just weld it! The front part of the vertical tail will also increase the temperature due to friction with the air, so of course stainless steel is used! No need to rivet, just argon arc welding!

Andrei couldn't help but think of later generations. In order to reduce the weight of the aircraft, composite materials were used on a large scale. If this thing was slightly damaged, the entire thing had to be replaced. But now the MiG-25 only needs to be welded!

Just as Andre was thinking about it, someone patted him from behind.

Turning his head, he saw a young man who was also wearing a gravity-resistant suit and holding a one-piece helmet in his hand looking at him.

He is tall, strong and sturdy, with a broad face, but there is a hint of laziness in his eyes.

"Captain Belenko." Andrei couldn't help but shout.

The man in front of him was the leader who had just returned with him, Captain Belenko. He came from the Salsk Pilot Training Center a year ago and is now the acting deputy captain of the 3rd Aviation Brigade of the 513th Regiment of the Qiuguyevka Air Defense Force.

I have been partnering with Andre for the past month.

"Let's go and report to the commander." Belenko said, "Andrei, you were so brave in the sky just now. Aren't you afraid of crashing?"

"My hand was shaking and I misjudged the distance," said Andre.

This kind of thing could be a big deal or a small one. If he said that he had hit it on purpose, it would probably cause more trouble. Therefore, Andre thought it would be better to say that it was an operational error.

Belenko didn't say anything, and Andrei then remembered that this captain usually spoke very little and was always taciturn.

Sitting in the Kamaz car driven by the ground staff, Andrei's eyes lit up after just a short distance. In the distance, there was a big four-engine aircraft! The wing seemed to be missing a piece. Why did it look so familiar?

Isn't this the EP-3? What a coincidence! It landed here! Andre was immediately delighted.

Soldiers from the brigade's Sokolovka base, wearing steel helmets and holding short-stock AK74 rifles, were guarding the plane. At this time, the Americans inside were reluctantly walking out.

"Stop, go and take a look!" Andre shouted.

The ground crew vehicle stopped, Andrei jumped off and walked over there. Belenko, who was behind him, shook his head. What was so good about this?

The frustrated Americans got off the plane and were immediately escorted by armed soldiers towards the buildings of the base.

Yes, it was an escort. To the Soviet soldiers, it was these Americans who violated the Soviet airspace and flew planes into their own base. If there had not been orders from above, they would have shot down the plane with missiles.

Americans are the most hateful enemies! With such a mood, they certainly have no good feelings towards these Americans.

"Hurry, hurry up!" Seeing that they were walking slowly, a soldier swung his gun and hit the slowest American hard on the back with the butt of the gun.

The American staggered forward a few steps and came just in front of Andrei. Looking at the Soviet pilot who was still wearing his anti-Dutch suit, his eyes were suddenly filled with anger.

"Russians, you hit our plane in the air, which is a violation of basic international law!" This guy is Ashus. He saw that the Soviet pilot had just landed from the plane and it was very likely that he hit him! He shouted loudly: "Our American government will never tolerate it!"

Looking at the American, Andre's eyes instantly became fierce. "You Americans are neither the saviors nor the world police. You come to our Soviet Union's waters to make trouble, and this is your fate! This time I just cut your wings. If I meet you next time, I will fly over here and cut the thing in your crotch off!"

As Andre spoke, he gestured towards Ash's crotch with a sharp pilot knife in his hand, and a chill spread through Ash's body.

There was a burst of laughter all around. The soldiers at the base were all amused by Andre. Even at the most tense moment of the Cold War, Andre was still full of disgust towards Americans.

The Americans walked away with their heads down. Andre looked at the backs of these guys, and suddenly the name of the hero appeared in his mind again.

Wang Wei, the Chinese pilot who was hit by an American EP-3 and eventually died at sea, was also a flying colleague that Andre admired before he traveled through time. Now, he avenged him in this way.

Americans are not the world hegemons! They can show off their power everywhere! The red Soviet Union is the only superpower that can fight against the United States!