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Chapter 562 562. Low-altitude flight

"Jump?"

Xu Jia said at this time that he was really a little confused. The instructions in the road book were at least normal. What the hell is jumping now? Do you have to jump out of the car yourself?

The problem is that the car's five-point safety belt and HANS head and neck protection system almost bind the driver to the seat.

Although there is a quick-release button for emergencies, does an old drunkard really want to jump out of the car? No way?

Just when Xu Jia hadn't fully understood what the old drunkard was going to say, he saw the road ahead disappearing, and his whole body felt like it was flying in the air. The car seemed to be flying in the air.

If there is one control method that cannot be replicated in rally racing and formula racing, then it may be leaping into the air. You can also use the popular RAP expression, called AKA "low-altitude flight"!

That's right, when you encounter a height difference on the road surface during a rally, you can really feel the car "taking off". As long as the speed is fast enough and the slope is appropriate, it is normal to jump as far as tens of meters.

This method of crossing the ramp at full throttle at high speed is called "flying jump" in rally terminology. When the navigator is short of time to report the route, he will directly use the word "jump" to describe it to tell the driver what's ahead. There will be height differences on the track.

To be honest, Xu Jia was not used to drifting problems before, but he still knew how to do it.

Even in F1, as long as you don't care about tire wear and are not afraid of a puncture during the race, you can still drift by using an F1 car.

However, if this kind of rally "flying jump" is to be performed on a track, there is only one situation that will occur, that is, an accident occurs and the entire car is knocked away.

So Xu Jia has really never experienced what it feels like to "fly" in a racing car.

The Mitsubishi EVO kept sliding forward. Xu Jia, who was sitting in the driving seat of the racing car, felt an uncontrollable panic in his heart. This was a feeling he had not experienced for a long time.

He could only use a "resigned" attitude, tightly controlling the steering wheel with both hands, and trying to maintain the stability of the body posture in the air, although it was already too late at this time, and it was basically useless.

After flying for about ten meters, the Mitsubishi EVO's one-ton body, plus the weight of Xu Jia and the old drunkard, hit the road heavily.

The suspension of the racing car was compressed to the extreme. Even under the impact of gravity, Xu Jia felt that his body bones were "stuck" with the sound of racing parts, and then the stability of the entire car lost control again after a "hard landing" .

To be honest, the physical impact caused by this kind of "hard landing" is almost as good as the G value of an F1 car when braking suddenly and cornering at high speed.

Moreover, because of the "warning" given by the old drunkard, Xu Jia did not slow down at all before the "flying jump". He just flew over the slope at full throttle at high speed, so the impact he received was greater.

Faced with the Mitsubishi EVO losing control again after landing, Xu Jia could only slam on the brakes and stop the entire car.

As the dust flew up, the complexion on Xu Jia's face turned pale, and beads of sweat could even be seen on his forehead.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

The old drunkard also noticed the strangeness in Xu Jia's expression and immediately asked.

"It seems to be twisted to the waist."

Xu Jia replied with some pain. The final impact was too strong. Even with the cushioning of the racing bucket seat and suspension, it was still not something that this body could withstand.

Xu Jia relied on the HANS system to hold on to the G value caused by drifting and cornering before, but this time the flying jump was really too much.

Hearing Xu Jia's words, the old drunkard immediately took out a walkie-talkie from his body and shouted into it: "Aniu, bring the event transport truck over, there is something wrong here."

After finishing speaking, the old drunkard unbuckled his seat belt, held Xu Jia's waist with his hands and said, "It feels like a bone problem or a sprain. Can you move it?" Looking at the rare nervous expression on the old drunkard's face, Xu Jia... At this time, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying and replied: "Uncle Xu, I'm not that weak, it should just be twisted."

It is true that the impact of the landing just now was very strong, but Xu Jia has been an F1 driver all his life, and he still has experience and handling methods for how to avoid danger in crisis situations.

When the car was finally about to land, Xu Jia had already tightened his body muscles and pressed his back against the backrest of the car to cushion the impact on his body as much as possible.

To be honest, if the training time of this body was not too short and it was too "weak" compared to before, it would be difficult to hurt Xu Jia with this kind of impact.

Seeing that Xu Jia could still laugh, the old drunkard put away the nervous expression on his face and returned to his previous cynical attitude.

"Hey, young people nowadays are really in poor health."

Damn it, heartless!

Xu Jiadu felt that he couldn't help but give the old drunkard a middle finger, knowing that it was his first time to try out a rally, and he also did the most difficult "flying jump"?

But in this regard, Xu Jia felt a little wronged by the old drunkard. In fact, he didn't want Xu Jia to finish the whole race at first. He really just wanted him to get familiar with the car and the track.

As a result, what Xu Jia showed during the practice was a bit too amazing. Even if he had doubts about how to use the handbrake before, Xu Jia drifted with style in the follow-up.

Maybe during the sliding process, the control of the body's center of gravity is not as good as that of rally drivers, but you must understand that this is the first time Xu Jia has driven a rally car, and he can achieve this level. It is unimaginable how strong he will be in the future!

It was precisely the ability that Xu Jia showed that made the old drunkard step by step increase the intensity of practice, and even demand Xu Jia with the same standards as a professional rally driver.

However, this last "flying jump" still exposed the nature of Xu Jiali as a new player. Technically, he could barely make do, but his physical fitness was far behind.

"If I want to be strong, do I still need to run here?"

Xu Jia replied with some dissatisfaction, but the attitude he expressed seemed to be using the most cowardly tone and saying the most awesome things.

There is no way, now people have to lower their heads under the eaves, who said that their rally competition is blank, and they can only hang out with this old drunkard.

But it’s a bit miserable when I think about it. In my previous life, I was an F1-level driver, but now I can twist my waist even while practicing on the track!

The old drunkard didn't care about Xu Jia's mutterings. He lit a cigarette for himself and said, "That's it for today. Physical training will be added to the training program in the future."

"understood."

In fact, it doesn’t need to be said by the old drunkard, physical training will also be put on Xu Jia’s agenda.

After unbuckling his seat belt, Xu Jia walked out of the car while holding his waist, and then tried to twist twice.

There was a feeling of pain, but luckily I could still move, so it probably wasn't as serious as breaking my muscles and bones.

But the car was a bit miserable. Before the crash, the rear fender was deformed, but now the entire front bumper was knocked off, and a tire was punctured.

This means that the aerial attitude of Xu Jia's "flying jump" vehicle was poorly adjusted, or even not adjusted at all. If this was an official competition, this jump alone would waste a lot of maintenance time.

It seems that no profession is easy, and rally cars are not that easy to drive.

Xu Jia looked at the Mitsubishi EVO that had changed beyond recognition before even finishing a lap. He couldn't help but muttered that he seemed to have underestimated the difficulty of pulling force.

However, the old drunkard sitting in the car looked at Xu Jia with complicated eyes. He seemed to see the shadow of a future world champion!

(End of this chapter)