Sichuan and Chongqing 8633 circled in front of the cumulonimbus clouds.
"Host, current fuel consumption: 24000 pounds. Sustained flight for 1 hour and 50 minutes.”
With Jiang Xiaoqi's help, Xu Yichen slowly woke up. He looked at the cumulonimbus clouds in front of him and felt depressed!
"Host, there are still two minutes until the separation of the two cumulus clouds! Start the countdown!"
"1 minute 59 seconds…"
"1 minute 58 seconds…"
Liang Dong looked at Lin Che nervously. He did not understand at all…What was he doing!
"Readjust the plane plan."
The floor plan of 8633 appeared in front of Lin Che. It looked like a huge cumulonimbus cloud. It was obvious that two cumulonimbus clouds were intertwined.
The system's notification also verified Lin Che's thoughts!
He was waiting for the cumulus clouds to cross. This way, he could open up a path in the middle! The plane could fly straight in!
"1 minute 00 seconds…"
"59 seconds…"
"58 seconds…"
"Liang Dong, I'll leave the flap to you.”
Liang Dong took a deep breath, his eyes firm."Second Captain Liang Dong, flap, repeat!”
"Xu Yichen, I'll leave the aileron to you.”
Xu Yichen raised his murky eyes and made a hand gesture.""Xu Yichen, co-pilot…Repeat!"
Lin Che's eyes were bloodshot. She took a deep breath and removed her oxygen mask. She hung up the walkie-talkie and spoke in a deep voice.
Every word he said seemed to use up all his strength.
"Everyone…Ladies and gentlemen, I'm the passenger of Sichuan-Chongqing Flight 8633... Captain, my name is Lin Che. Please fasten your seatbelt and get ready…Get ready to go home."
In the cabin, all the crew members were moved. All the passengers lowered their heads, bent over, and grabbed their seatbelts.
At the moment of life and death, Lin Che displayed the spirit of a captain from a big country and the panic gradually dissipated.
" Host, the cumulus tunnel, countdown to 10 seconds…"
"Nine seconds…"
"Eight seconds…"
After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Lin Che put on the oxygen mask and reached out.
The second hand.
The third hand.
Lin Che looked at Liang Dong.
"It's a proposal. Of course it has to be grand. Crying, second captain…When did you become like a woman…"
Her gaze shifted to the ugly smile on Xu Yichen's face.
"Although hotpot is good, don't eat it carelessly. Be careful not to be unable to get up the next day…"
The system issued the final notification!
"Two seconds!"
"One second!"
In an instant, in front of Lin Che's eyes, a gap visible to the naked eye appeared between the two cumulus clouds. It was continuously expanding!
"Host! Climb 7200 meters! This is your only chance!"
Lin Che roared,"Thruster, 300 yards!" Flaps 30 degrees, aileron 15 degrees! 10 degrees, climb…Climb 7200 meters! 5 seconds later, return to normal!"
Chuan Yu 8633 was wrapped in a vortex, and with a strong push, it directly rushed towards the crack of the cumulonimbus cloud!
In front of him, the lightning under the vertical clouds was like an epic disaster movie!
Rain poured down from 7200 meters in the air. The raindrops hit their faces, leaving blood stains!
Broken window, pressure relief, ultra-low temperature, 800km wind speed, full-vision manual operation, high altitude, high mountains, complete destruction of instruments, right wing engine failure, oil overload...
If he could survive, it would be a miracle.
...
Southwest Air Force Command.
"Sir! Sichuan and Chongqing 8633…Entering the cumulonimbus cloud…"
Chen Guodong supported himself on the countertop and watched as the plane plunged into the mortar. This was his last chance to survive!
"Safety…Go home safely!"
The signalman continued to report, his voice trembling.
"Sir…us... We've lost 8633's signal... There are no coordinates on the PDF..."
Everyone was silent.
...
At the Southwest Ground Administration, everyone stood up and looked at the big screen in shock.
"Director…Entering the cumulonimbus cloud…"
Qiu Changqing's eyes widened. How high is it?"
“72... 7200 meters…"
"Why…Why did he fly so high? Didn't he know that under the vertical clouds, every 100 meters in the air would increase the possibility of death?”
Gao Hu couldn't help but ask.
"Director…Perhaps the captain had his reasons…He's arm-wrestling with the Grim Reaper…"
Without the control stick, how could he know how bad the environment was under the cumulonimbus clouds?!
A commotion broke out in the control center of the Administration.
Qiu Changqing suddenly raised his head.
"Director…8633's PDF-coordinates…It disappeared…"
"No, I'm not. No, no, no. Impossible! They had just entered the cumulonimbus cloud, so it was impossible for them to crash so quickly. The navigation instrument was out of order, so they could only pass through the cumulonimbus cloud by visual inspection! How was he supposed to determine the location of the waterfall? Cut the wind down, cut the wind up, touch and die!”
The Southwest Administrative Bureau was dead silent.
...
In the conference room of Sichuan and Chongqing Airport.
"Vice President…8633 has entered the cumulonimbus cloud…"
All the leaders present looked troubled. Although they did not know how terrifying the Fallen Angels were, they could tell how serious the situation was just by looking at Lu Chuan's face!
Zhao Qingguo closed his eyes and sighed.
"Just tell me, what are the chances of 8633 surviving?”
The person-in-charge of Sichuan-Yunnan Airport hesitated.
"Nine deaths…A narrow escape "
Lu Chuan shook his head, his expression ugly.
"Ten lives and ten deaths…"
...
Within the cumulonimbus cloud!
The world darkened as if doomsday had arrived. The rain turned into hail and smashed against the wind shield. The entire aircraft was exposed in the clouds!
Lin Che bent over and pulled on her wound. It was heart-wrenching and bone-piercing!
"Host! Yaw 22 degrees! Flaps retracted! 7500 meters! Pay attention to the wind! Once you run into the wind, it will be dangerous!"
Lin Che's eyes widened as she shouted.
"Liang Dong! Retract the flap!"
"Retract the flap, repeat!" The second captain pulled the right wing wheel of the propeller!
The entire plane flew straight up to an altitude of 7200 meters and climbed again! Just as he dodged the downward wind that was close to the belly of the plane, the sound of metal twisting exploded!
This was a ghost probe!
Before the first wave subsided, another wave rose!
"Host! 6800 meters! Anvils of Wind, Flaps Lower 30 degrees! Aileron 60 degrees! Fly sideways!"
It was too late!
The anvils are so close!
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