Special Years
Chapter 1010: wind speed
Zhuang Yan looked at the training record manual that he had accumulated during the actual flight operation of the domestic delta wing during this period of time.
This is a habit of his.
The experience of using the new equipment is written in a more popular and intuitive language, and the parameters in the operation manual are recorded in the notebook through line drawing.
Accumulating such original materials will be of great benefit to compiling textbooks in the future.
Just like when Yan Ming gave himself a notebook of his pistol shooting experience.
Using plain language will be easier to understand than the standard description in the textbook, and it will be easier for the soldiers to accept.
In the evening, he rested early.
The actual flight to be faced tomorrow is a huge challenge.
Once the powered delta wing flies into the wind, he is equivalent to carrying the fate and future of three people.
It doesn't matter what you own.
But Vice Minister Li Binhu and Researcher Zhang Neng, their personal reputation and political future are tied to themselves.
If there is a mistake, I can still bear my own sacrifice, and the personal fate of Li Binhu and Zhang Neng will be taken into account by myself.
Solemn felt the pressure.
However, he knows that only when there is pressure is motivation.
This is his habit, and it also gives him his consistent temperament and style.
That night, in the middle of the night, the typhoon arrived.
The whistling wind ran wildly in the dark night outside the window, making the glass windows tremble.
The leaves of the coconut tree squeaked in the violent wind, and occasionally I heard a crisp sound from somewhere, like glass was broken, or something was blown down by a typhoon.
This night, both officers and soldiers silently listened to the raging wind in their beds. The row house was quiet, and everyone was a little worried.
How strong will the wind be after the typhoon tomorrow?
Everyone knows that tomorrow morning will be performed in front of the chief of the domestic power delta wing, and everyone admires the courage of this young officer.
As an old man, everyone has tried their best.
However, this is the first time I have met someone who fights like Zhuang Yan.
Xu Xingguo was flipping pancakes on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep.
Occasionally, he would glance in the direction of solemn sleep.
In the darkness, I can't see anything clearly, only the white mosquito nets can be seen.
After a dazed night, I woke up early the next day. Since the wind was still strong and showed no sign of weakening, I announced the cancellation and all the housekeeping was done in the room.
Someone pushed open the door and wanted to go out to brush his teeth, but found that the door was actually killed by the wind.
It was difficult to push the door open.
The rain came in like a bullet.
Old Te had to close the door again.
"It's so windy, it's over, we have to eat self-heating food today."
Since yesterday, all preparations have been made, enough water has been stored in the row house, and each person has been given two days' worth of navy self-heating rations.
No matter how awesome the old guys are, it is impossible to fight against the power of nature.
When the typhoon came, the veterans, like all the soldiers in the army, squatted in the room obediently, reading books and writing letters home.
Sitting solemnly next to his bed, looking at the wind and rain outside the window, his heart was suspended.
He hoped that the typhoon would pass as soon as possible.
The sooner you leave Coconut Island, the less wind there will be tomorrow.
The wait was long, and it was a dull day.
At night, the wind seems to be a little weaker.
He solemnly pushed open the door and went out, what caught his eye was the mess on the ground lit by the lights.
The leaves, the **** that blew from there, and even the canvas used to cover the supplies in the camp also blew away a large piece and disappeared.
Zhuang Yan felt that the wind was still about ten degrees. Looking at the time, it was already nine o'clock in the night.
He returned to his room and sat on the small bench, feeling a little worried.
Wei Shuping said, "Zhuangyan, why are you always going out? The wind will stop when it stops. It's useless for you to go out and watch."
Zhuang Yan said, "I still can't help but want to see it."
Gao Weiheng said: "Actually, if you want me to tell you, Zhuang Yan, the danger of your flight this time is really great, so you shouldn't fight for it."
Zhuang Yan said: "It's fine, it's been agreed. In the early morning tomorrow, Director Zhang will go to the pier to test the wind. If it exceeds level 7, it's really unsafe, and the actual flight will be cancelled."
"What about the chief?" Xu Xingguo asked.
Zhuang Yan said: "If the real flight is cancelled, of course the chief will not come."
"Oh!" Xu Xingguo said, "I thought you would be crazy enough to fly above level 7 wind! Fortunately, you are not really crazy."
Zhuang Yan smiled and ignored him.
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Another difficult night.
Early the next morning, Zhuang Yan woke up naturally before the wake-up horn sounded.
He smeared and got up, put on his camouflage uniform, and then ran to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water.
He suddenly found that the wind was weak!
So he hurried to the corridor and stood there feeling the wind.
It doesn't seem to be that big, it feels like it's about level seven.
He remembered something and ran to Zhang Neng's room to find him.
As a result, I knocked on the door, but no one responded.
Thinking about it, it is estimated that people have already gone to the pier.
It seems that Zhang Neng is more nervous than himself.
So I went downstairs and hurried to the pier.
The vicinity of the pier is relatively empty, and the test wind speed and wind force are relatively accurate.
From a distance, seeing the sea near the pier, Zhang Neng stood beside the railing of the breakwater, an anemometer was placed on the concrete pier, and he held several small hemispherical receivers in his hand. Facing the sea, staring at the screen on the instrument.
Zhuang Yan ran over and shouted, "Master, how's the wind?"
Zhang Neng turned around, saw the solemn, shook his head in disappointment, and pointed to the small screen of the instrument.
Zhuang Yan squatted down in front of the instrument and looked at the numbers.
The test range of this thing is quite large and complete, such as ground temperature, humidity and temperature, relative humidity, wind direction, wind speed, and air pressure.
All indicator parameters are displayed.
His solemn eyes fell on the two values he cared about most—wind speed.
That's what makes or breaks flying today.
Display of wind speed items - 19.3M/S...
This means that the wind speed here is 19.3 m/s, which translates to a wind of magnitude 8, and it is already breaking through the limit of magnitude 8.
A sudden gust of wind blew, and both of them felt it.
A few small hemispheres turned faster.
The numbers on the instrument jumped suddenly!
Looking solemnly, he secretly cursed in his heart, "Crap!"
The red value instantly jumped to 22.6M/S!
Nine-level wind!
Divided according to the wind force ~lightnovelpub.net~ level is strong wind, level 8 is strong wind, and this is level 9 is strong wind!
In this case, it is absolutely not suitable for powered delta-wing flight, and today's flight is a low-level flight across a strait, which is more dangerous and difficult!
Zhang Neng looked down at his watch.
The time is five forty in the morning.
Over the base, there was a melodious wake-up call.
There are less than four hours left to decide fate.
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