The value has been surging to a staggering 5,800 meters!

The entire monitoring center seemed to have entered a pause in time and space, and everyone held their breath and stared at the screen.

Suddenly, there was a violent sway on the main screen.

Someone screamed: "Look!"

The lens seemed to change direction all of a sudden, constantly rotating...

Constantly shaking...

Zhang Neng's face turned pale.

"What happened..."

...

Zhuang Yan didn't expect that a violent airflow would cause the power delta wing to enter a terrible spiral stall.

There are many reasons for the delta wing to stall in the air. If the speed is too slow and reaches the critical point, it will stall, and if the angle of attack is too large or too small, it will stall.

But the most terrifying thing is spiral stall.

The spiral stall is caused by the rapid turbulence, which causes the entire flying wing to lose control and starts to plant towards the ground like a rotating bird.

For ordinary stalls, because the falling speed is not particularly fast and the wings can also generate certain air resistance, so there is a chance to change them.

However, since the entire power delta wing is constantly rotating and inserted downward, it is simply too difficult to change it.

At that time, Zhang Neng fell to a height of dozens of meters under spiral stall. Although he finally successfully changed it, the time for change was too late, which caused serious injury to the ground.

Today, Zhuang Yan actually repeated this scene when he was in real flying. Zhang Neng felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar in an instant, and his whole body felt cold and cold in despair.

"Seagull! Seagull!"

Zhang Neng lost his calmness and rushed to the technician's table, shouting loudly.

Li Binhu immediately walked to the technical non-commissioned officer who monitored the flight trajectory and issued an order in the shortest time: "Lock his position immediately, and then discharge the rescue boat to the sea! If you fall into the sea, rescue it as soon as possible and you must rescue the person!"

An electric current sound came from Zhang Neng's headphones, and then a solemn sound finally appeared.

"Mining center, triangular wing spiral stall, I'm changing it!"

"Skydiving now! Abandon the plane!"

Zhang Neng didn't have time to feel sorry for his delta wing. Now talent is the most important thing, and he keeps issuing the most severe orders.

"Give up the machine! I order you to abandon the machine!"

"I can change it!"

In the entire monitoring center, a solemn and stubborn voice came from the loudspeaker.

"You bastard!"

Zhang Neng never curses, and he won't curse people when so many leaders are present.

This was this time, and he couldn't help it.

He was even spiral stalled terrible.

Looking at the solemn main perspective lens on the screen, it is constantly rotating and moving, and the scenery cannot be seen clearly.

He seemed to have returned to the moment when he was spiraling and stalled.

That feeling of death flying with you.

That kind of feeling of being in extreme tension and being intimidated.

The feeling of despair of trying everything but finding powerless.

"Skydiving! You bastard!"

Zhang Neng's hands, which were standing beside the table, softened and he lay weakly on the table.

...

The solemn feeling is dizzy.

This feeling...

It was as if you were teaching the brigade to conduct anti-dizziness training back then, you couldn't tell what the sky is and what the earth is.

It's a vast white area, and you can't see the scenery clearly.

The values ​​on the altimeter are not clear.

The only thing you can see is that the pointer is constantly descending rapidly to the left.

This shows that the entire triangular wing is in a falling state.

What is the current height?

Zhuang Yan couldn't tell, and he didn't even dare to reach out and look at his electronic military watch.

Holding both hands tightly on the control bar, solemn but unable to control the flying wings, they can only rotate together.

calm!

calm!

calm!

Change it!

Must be modified!

There is still a chance!

You can do it yourself!

Zhuang Yan knew that if he had lost the election and stalled, he would still have a chance to change his life.

This matter is not unsolvable.

He has to wait for the opportunity.

The triangular wings are constantly turning and falling spiral, but the air flow in the air is changing all the time, and the rotation speed will slow down slightly due to the air flow at a certain moment.

This kind of slowness is only in a moment.

Maybe it's one second, maybe it's only a few seconds.

This kind of slowness can only be felt by the joystick in your hand.

It also tests the pilot's own senses to feel it.

As long as you are affected by a little unstable airflow and as long as the rotation speed slows down a little in an instant, it is the best opportunity to change it.

He could only wait, otherwise even if Zhuang Yan released all his strength and broke the joystick, he would not be able to control the spiral drop of the triangle wing.

Don't be anxious, wait for the opportunity!

However, in theory, it tells you that this opportunity occurs, but will there really be opportunities in actual operation?

have no idea.

As someone told you, how much correction value can you use for 85 snipers in 1300 meters in what environment can you concentrate the humanoid target? But when you really pick up an 85 sniper, even if you follow all the correction parameters, you may not be able to hit it.

No one guarantees that you will be able to hit under such a complete limit.

Just as Zhang Neng once told Zhuang Yan about his experience of changing spiral stalls, telling him that he could change it, when to change it, and under what state he could change it.

But Zhuangyan is now stalling, and he is really unsure. He doesn't know if he can really change it.

The pointer of the altimeter has dropped to more than half on the left, and is constantly moving closer to the 0-word direction.

On the large screen of the monitoring center, the numbers representing height are constantly decaying.

2500…

2400…

2200…

1800…

1500…

Those numbers that keep falling are like a dull knife grinding someone's heart, or as if they are slowly cutting them on a life-saving straw you have grabbed...

Maybe the next moment, it suddenly broke.

1100…

900…

The picture is still rotating, and the solemnity has not been changed.

Some leaders have begun to wipe their eyes with both hands and deliberately do not look at the screen.

The head of the headquarters had not raised his hand yet, but at this moment, his hand was raised unconsciously, and he wiped it hard on his mouth, looking and staying on it.

Zhuangyan saw the sea.
To be continued...