Just as the Korean fighter jet was moving out and using the radar to lock on, Yang Yifan had already followed the missile into the endless night sky. Right now, his condition wasn't too good.
THAAD intercepted the missiles very quickly.
To what extent?
At its fastest speed, it could reach 2000 meters per second.
What kind of concept was this?
It was almost six times the speed of sound.
Whoosh.
At this moment, Yang Yifan's ears were already completely filled with cold wind. Even his eardrums were emitting waves of sharp pain as if they were being cut by a knife.
His entire body was pressed against the surface of the missile by the wind pressure, and then he was strangled by the rope. He felt that his body was about to be strangled into two by the rope.
The most serious thing was that under such circumstances, he could not breathe at all.
He couldn't continue like this.
Yang Yifan knew that if he did not think of a way to break free, he would probably suffocate to death before the stick could catch him.
Crack!
Gritting his teeth, Yang Yifan raised his right hand, which seemed to be filled with lead, and slowly moved toward his waist. There was a military dagger there.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The cold wind raged. Yang Yifan felt like he had used all his strength to move against the wind, but he could only move a little bit.
The missile was getting faster and faster.
The feeling of suffocation was getting stronger and stronger. His lungs were burning with a burning pain because of the lack of air. It felt like someone was stabbing him repeatedly with a steel needle.
I'm going all out!
Yang Yifan did not dare to hesitate and moved his right hand with all his might.
One millimeter, two millimeters…One centimeter, five centimeters…
He didn't know how much time had passed. Anyway, when his fingers touched the dagger, his consciousness was a little blurry. If it wasn't for his iron-like willpower, he would have fainted long ago.
Swoosh!
He pulled out the dagger bit by bit and placed it under the rope around his waist.
Pa!
After another full minute, the rope around Yang Yifan's waist was finally cut.
He was free.
Yang Yifan loosened his grip on his left hand. Under the wind, his entire body was like a kite with a broken string. He was sent flying backward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The wind was still whistling in his ears, but it was not as intense as before.
Rolling in the air, Yang Yifan's body was like a meteor that cut through the sky, falling rapidly towards the ground.
He raised his hands strenuously and covered his face. With this movement, he could finally breathe. His lungs were like a dry continent that had been nourished by rain. A refreshing feeling immediately came, and it also cleared his blank mind due to lack of oxygen.
The danger was not over yet.
Yang Yifan didn't know how high he had flown, but it definitely wouldn't be too low.
As early as 2007, the US military used the THAAD missile system to conduct an interception experiment outside the atmosphere at the Pacific Missile Range. In other words, the interception missile could fly up to the atmosphere.
It was definitely not in the atmosphere, but it was still not too low.
If he were to fall straight down like this, the best outcome for him would probably be to become a pile of flesh and blood.
Whoosh.
The howling of the wind intensified again.
Surrounding him were pure white clouds. Yang Yifan wished that these clouds were real so that he wouldn't fall down.
Unfortunately, this was not realistic.
Wuwuwu!
At this moment, a Korean plane flew by.
At this moment, the sky was already starting to brighten. Many people had already opened the window shades on the plane and stared outside, wanting to enjoy the rare sunrise from the sea of clouds.
"What's that?"
"Oh my god, it seems to be a person."
"That's right, it's a person.”
F * ck!
The large group of sticks were all scared silly. A person actually flew down from the clouds?
Transcendent Flying Immortal?
Space visitor?
Or did he see a ghost?
"That is a god. The sun rises from the east, and the Buddha's light shines.”
Some of the Koreans muttered and quickly knelt down on the aisle of the plane. Then, they put their hands together and knelt down piously.
Of course, if they knew that they weren't worshipping a god, but the Chinese who had caused their country to be in chaos and suffered heavy casualties, would they vomit blood and die from anger?
However, the current Yang Yifan was not far from becoming a god. It was just the kind that ascended to heaven after death.
Under the effect of inertia and gravity, he was falling faster and faster. He even felt a sharp pain in his body, which meant that his speed of descent was very likely to break through the speed of sound.
Without any protective equipment, the huge wind pressure almost flattened him.
What should he do?
Salad.
In such a high altitude, Yang Yifan had no other way. He only hoped that he could persist until he saw the ground. At that time, there would be forests, lakes, and so on. In that case, he would still have a chance to escape.
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