The most difficult danger has been passed, and everyone can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But Ye Lan's expression became more solemn.
The overload maneuver just now had already damaged the aircraft in many places.
He could even hear rattling sounds coming from all over the plane.
Not only that, the left engine was also damaged during the intense ground-to-ground flight, and alarms rang throughout the airport.
The throttle valve was pushed all the way, and the aircraft was able to maintain a level flight state.
Ye Lan glanced at the navigation system. It was still two hundred kilometers away from the nearest Shunan Airport.
What's even more troublesome is that the plane's nose landing gear malfunctioned.
In this state, it is almost impossible to land normally.
We are at the end of our rope!
At this moment, the hatch was suddenly pushed open.
Looking back,
Zeng Muyan, who was wearing an oxygen mask, was struggling to hold on to the blanket and step closer to her.
The cold wind blew on her pretty little face, which turned red and purple.
Can not give up!
Ye Lan made the decision almost instantly.
After taking the blanket, he grabbed Zeng Muyan hard and threw it into his arms, then lowered his head suddenly.
The young steward did not expect such a thing to happen. He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but stopped abruptly and closed his eyes tightly.
But Ye Lan just leaned into her ear and shouted loudly.
"Use all means to contact Shunan Airport and tell them that due to communication failure, damage to both engines, nose gear failure, and multiple damage to the aircraft body, we can only make an emergency landing."
Zeng Muyan opened her eyes nervously, bit her lip and nodded heavily.
"Ye Lan, thank you!"
Her voice was trembling, her eyes were red, and she seemed to be crying.
Seeing this, Ye Lan slapped her butt hard.
"Thank you, it's not that simple!"
Not only did Zeng Muyan not feel disgusted by the sudden attack, but she was actually moved.
She understood that Ye Lan wanted to arouse her desire to survive.
Zeng Muyan suddenly took off her mask and kissed Ye Lan on the cheek.
He immediately stood up quickly as if running away.
Maybe this is mutual encouragement!
Ye Lan smiled and didn't think much more, but focused all his attention on driving.
...
Shunan Airport.
Everyone was immersed in the joy of 9537 flying across the snow-capped mountains.
Only Yang Bing turned pale.
If the 737 passenger plane makes such a complicated action, the aircraft body will inevitably be damaged.
But now, the 9537 communication system is damaged and it is no longer possible to provide guidance.
The only thing they can do now is wait.
"drop!"
The radar caught it.
the correspondent shouted.
Seeing the plane appear on the radar screen again, everyone fell silent.
"Altitude, speed, heading."
Yang Bing rushed over and yelled nervously.
"The altitude is 5200, the speed is 780, and the heading is Shunan Airport."
"Liaison officer! I don't care what method you use, you must contact the captain for me!"
Yang Bin roared ferociously.
In such a terrifying and desperate situation, the young man didn't give up, so how could they give up so easily?
"yes!"
After the sonorous and powerful answer, everyone quickly started to operate.
But as time passed, they still couldn't contact 9537. They could only stare nervously at the dots on the radar and pray constantly.
In the cabin, Zeng Muyan held her cell phone and prayed constantly.
The plane's communication failed, and the only thing she could do was hold her cell phone and contact her over and over again.
But at the current height of the plane, it is impossible to have a mobile phone signal.
at this time.
Suddenly bursts of light came from the porthole window.
"fighter!"
"He's playing Morse code."
Some passengers shouted loudly.
Zeng Muyan was overjoyed, quickly walked to the window and turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone.
The professional training she has received makes her familiar with this method of conveying information.
soon.
The voice of the fighter pilot came from the tower.
"Shunan! I am Nightingale."
"Nightingale, please speak."
"Information from the captain of 9537, the aircraft was damaged in many places, the power of the right engine was reduced, and the front landing gear failed, so they had to make an emergency landing."
Hearing the sound of the fighter jet flying, everyone fell silent again.
Yang Bing took a deep breath and shouted into the headset: "Tell 9537 that we are waiting for him to come home!"
"receive!"
The fighter pilot said something and then interrupted the communication.
Immediately afterwards, radio waves rang out one after another in the sky above Shunan Airport.
"All flights have been terminated and all planes preparing to land have risen to an altitude of 8,000 meters and are circling. We are waiting for 9537 to return home."
"Shu Airlines 8611 received, 9537, we are waiting for you to go home."
"Southeast 6560 received, 9537, we are waiting for you to go home."
"Beijing Airlines 9126 received, 9537, we are waiting for you to go home."
...
The entire southern airspace was in motion.
Nearly a hundred planes voluntarily moved out of the way and began to climb upwards.
I ran to all the lights and turned on the airport fire brigade.
Firefighters and ambulances all sounded their alarms and looked solemnly at the night sky.
"Tell 9537 that all runways are open to him as long as he can land."
Yang Bing said with red eyes.
Soon, Zeng Muyan walked into the cockpit again.
After receiving the message, Ye Lan gave him an OK gesture and operated the plane to descend slowly.
The plane had already flown out of the Hengduan Mountains, and the lights of the city on the horizon could be clearly seen.
He didn't dare to make any big movements. Any violent shaking might cause the plane to fall apart.
In the tense atmosphere, the distance is getting closer and closer.
The outline of the city has appeared at the end, which is the direction of home.
The fighter behind him slowed down and nervously reported all the information.
As a pilot, he clearly understands the situation faced by passenger aircraft today.
The front gear broke, again at night.
This is almost a blind descent.
"Tower, 9537, speed 450, stable attitude, 10 kilometers away from the descent point."
"Copy that, how far are you from the decision height?"
Yang Bing's voice came.
The fighter pilot was silent for a while, "No decision altitude!"
Yang Bing on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and uttered the word "good" bitterly.
Landing of an airplane is extremely complicated, requiring not only a series of system checks, but also finding the landing point and then descending slowly.
But 9537's current situation doesn't require inspection at all.
As for the decision height...
Ye Lan had no chance of a go-around.
Soon, the plane rocked close to the landing point.
All airports are equipped with a landing point. Aircrafts from all directions need to prepare the landing point, enter the landing point, and then open the flaps and landing gear.
Ye Lan tried hard to recall the landing steps in his mind, focusing all his attention on the plane.
The nose landing gear cannot be opened, so he must land in the smoothest attitude and the smallest speed across the field.
Only in this way can the passengers on the plane have a chance of survival.
At this moment, his expression suddenly changed and he suddenly moved the operating lever to the right.
The port engine, which was still barely working normally, roared and black smoke erupted instantly.
The fighter pilot's eyes widened and he couldn't help but murmur.
"Birds!"
He shouted bitterly into the microphone: "9537 hit a flock of birds."
In the tower, everyone was stunned.
This time, it was a desperate situation.
