Just after making the call, a greeting came from the side: "Mr. Jiang, welcome aboard."
Jiang Hua turned around and saw flight attendant Zhou Yawen greeting him: "Thank you, we meet again."
Zhou Yawen said hello and continued working. Jiang Hua turned off his phone, rubbed his face and yawned. He glanced at the girl wearing sunglasses on the seat next to him, then turned on his phone to play with himself.
Within a few minutes, someone greeted me again: "Mr. Jiang, welcome aboard."
Jiang Hua responded with a wry smile: "Thank you, we meet again."
This time it was Huang Jia. He came over just to say hello and then went to work. This surprised the girl next to him: "Handsome guy, do you often take flights?"
Jiang Hua glanced at her: "No, this is my first time taking this route."
"Then you work for an airline? Why do all these flight attendants know you? I just saw the flight attendant look at you." This girl has good observation skills.
Jiang Hua rubbed his scalp: "No, I just met him once and chatted a few more words."
"I really can't tell. You have a good rapport with women. You'll remember it once you meet her." The girl next to her took off her sunglasses. She was still a little beauty and looked at Jiang Hua up and down.
Jiang Hua shrugged: "Maybe the timing of encountering it is quite special. It happened during the evacuation of overseas Chinese, so I remembered it after seeing it twice."
"Oh, that's right. Why are you going to Lhasa? You look like you're on a business trip." At the moment, Jiang Hua is wearing a casual suit made by Li Qingyun. There are many in the space. Because of the special fabric, there is no formal sense of restraint, so he has always been like this. Dress.
"That's right. It may take more than a month. I hope nothing will happen during this period." Jiang Hua is sure that there should be a plot this time. I hope it won't destroy the world.
Watching the plane accelerating on the runway, then raising its nose and taking off, it climbed for a while. After a period of weightlessness, the plane began to fly smoothly. Jiang Hua unbuckled his seat belt, took out his mobile phone and started to use the functions of Changkong No. 1 on his mobile phone. Modify, add and adjust some weapons, modify the decoration, it's boring now anyway.
"Mr. Jiang, what would you like to eat?" The flight attendant started the meal delivery service.
"Hello, male sister, give me a set meal and some noodles. I haven't eaten for a long time." Jiang Hua greeted Bi Nan and ordered a meal.
"How spicy is it? A piece of juice?" Service with a smile.
Jiang Hua smiled and nodded: "Yes, I haven't had Chinese food for a while."
"OK, wait…"
After a while, Jiang Hua's set meal was served: "Please use it slowly."
"Thank you." Jiang Hua smiled back.
"It seems that you are not the only ones who know." The beauty next to me joked.
Everyone is gossiping. Jiang Hua said a little helplessly: "One time I boarded the plane an hour early and chatted for a while. Another time was a long-distance flight and I was going to evacuate overseas Chinese. I was the only one there, so I was remembered. , if it were you, you wouldn’t forget it, right?”
"My name is Meng Ziyi. What do you do? Why do you want to participate in the evacuation of overseas Chinese? Do you work in the government?" The little beauty introduced herself.
"Jiang Hua, I used to be a soldier and have retired. Now I help some organizations do survival training." Jiang Hua told a little lie.
"You just said that you haven't eaten Chinese food for a long time. Have you been living in the wild? Just like those survival shows on TV, eating bugs and mice?" Meng Ziyi shuddered as she said it, obviously the picture in her mind was unsightly. ah.
Jiang Hua laughed and said jokingly: "No, those are voles or mountain rats. They are good game. They carry few bacteria and viruses and taste pretty good."
Seeing the distressed look on the beautiful woman's face, and almost unable to swallow her food, Jiang Hua quickly changed the subject: "Just kidding, I just came back from Washington. The food at the airport in the morning was very light, so I wanted to eat something spicy. of."
After telling a few jokes to divert attention, Meng Ziyi was allowed to finish the airplane meal.
At this time, Captain Liang Dong strolled over from the front. Jiang Hua looked up at him and nodded, as a greeting, but Liang Dong was very enthusiastic: "Mr. Jiang, we meet again, this time going to Lhasa?"
Jiang Hua shook his head: "Captain Liang, I am passing through Lhasa this time. Someone will pick me up when I get there."
"Then I wish you a pleasant journey." Liang Dong nodded suddenly, then sat down in Zhao Ke's empty seat in the first class cabin and closed his eyes to rest.
Jiang Hua looked at the scenery of snow-capped mountains under the clouds. Suddenly the plane began to turbulence. Liang Dong and Bi Nan contacted the captain at the cockpit door, but there was no response in the cockpit. Jiang Hua used his mental power to scan and found that the cockpit was in a mess. , a piece of the front windshield was broken, and the co-pilot's body got stuck on the window. The plane quickly began to descend, and the cabin was in a weightless state. Jiang Hua quickly helped Meng Ziyi next to him fasten his seat belt, then grabbed the back of the seat with both hands and bent his legs. He supported his body to the aisle and quickly came to the cabin door. Looking at the nervous Liang Dong and Bi Nan, Jiang Hua said: "There may be something wrong with the cockpit. The plane is vibrating irregularly. It should be that the aerodynamic layout of the plane has been damaged."
At this time, the plane jolted violently, and the cockpit door was pushed open by the air pressure. Jiang Hua quickly grabbed Liang Dong to prevent him from being brought into the cockpit by the air pressure. The cabin quickly lost pressure, and oxygen masks popped up on the seats. The passengers screamed in panic. Yelling, the air drove various objects flying around in the cabin. The turbulence of the plane caused unprotected people to collide, especially several flight attendants. They were hit hard. Zhou Yawen was even knocked unconscious.
After the decompression, the cold and biting air poured in from the broken window. Jiang Hua used both hands to slowly send Liang Dong into the cockpit along with the airflow. He followed in, then closed the cabin door, and the flight attendant who came over began to let him go. Passengers wear breathing masks to avoid various discomforts caused by lack of oxygen.
The plane was still diving. Jiang Hua borrowed the co-pilot's seat to hold the co-pilot. Captain Liu Changjian began to concentrate on flying the plane. When the plane dropped to an altitude of three thousand meters, Liu Changjian pushed up the throttle lever, increased the engine output, and pulled the plane. Lifting the control stick, the plane changed to level flight. Jiang Hua took the opportunity to pull the co-pilot closer to the cockpit. At this moment, the airflow in the cockpit was chaotic, and he could not hear clearly what he was saying. Jiang Hua pushed the co-pilot to the second captain Liang Dong. He put on his seat belt in the passenger seat and gave up his oxygen mask to the two people behind him.
Jiang Hua signaled Liu Changjian to operate and send an emergency code. Since the voice could not be transmitted into the microphone, he could only hear but could not answer. Jiang Hua took the microphone and stuffed it into his mouth. The three people next to him were surprised and wondered what he was doing.
Jiang Hua directly made long and short sounds in his mouth, using the frequency of Morse code to send out the pinyin: "Chuadu 8633, Sichuan 8633..."
In fact, Morse code is very simple. As long as you can remember the long and short sounds corresponding to letters and numbers, you can send messages blindly. Jiang Hua hoped that someone could know and translate it, but after a few minutes, he still did not get an accurate answer. Jiang Hua changed the communication frequency. Tune to the military frequency, resend the code, and get a response in less than a minute.
A strong voice came from the earphones: "This is the Air Force Control Center of the Western Theater Command, flight Sichuan 8633, is there anything abnormal with the plane?"
Jianghua sent a telegram: "The windshield is broken, the cockpit is depressurized, low altitude 2800, leaving Tanggula Mountain."
Air Force: "Do you need support?"
Jianghua: "Provide the height of the ridge ahead of the course and the weather."
Air Force: "3500 meters altitude before heading***"
Just like that, Jianghua sent the message and Liu Changjian controlled the plane to shuttle between the ridges. Apart from the biting cold in the cockpit, there was no crisis for the time being.
It rained continuously all night, and when we were about to leave the mountain, we encountered another situation: "8633, please note that the large area ahead is covered by clouds, and the elevation of the ridges at both ends is too high, which is not conducive to your passage."
Jiang Hua glanced at Liu Changjian. If Jiang Hua was alone, how could he get there, but there were three people watching next to him. Fortunately, Liu Changjian nodded to him seriously. There should be a solution. Since there is a way, don't worry. Jiang Hua took out his mobile phone and wrote on the screen: "Fly according to the scheduled route for the time being. I will send the injured co-pilot into the cabin first."
Seeing Liu Changjian nodding, Jiang Hua unbuckled his seat belt, stood in front of the cockpit door, used all his strength to open the door, then reached out to grab the co-pilot into his arms, then entered the cabin and closed the cockpit door.
The cabin was much more relaxed. At least the temperature was "comfortable". Jiang Hua took him to the empty seat in the first class cabin and fixed him there. Hearing a burst of noise from the economy class, Jiang Hua walked in and saw a very irritable male passenger. He yelled something and pushed the dining cart, causing panic in the cabin. Seeing this, Jiang Hua touched his right hand on his waist, took out a police card from the space, faced the irritable man, and pressed the button of the flight attendant with his left hand directly across the room. In the dining car, the momentum stopped instantly. No matter how hard the grumpy man tried, he couldn't move at all.
"Everyone calm down. I'm a police officer. Now go back to your seats and fasten your seat belts. Don't disturb the order in the cabin. The windshield in front of the cockpit of the aircraft is broken. Except for it being very cold, everything else is normal. We are now on our way back. After passing through If there are cumulonimbus clouds, we will land at the nearby airport, so please stay calm during the rest of the flight. I believe that the captain will bring everyone back to the ground safely." After all, at this time, people with a certain deterrent power are needed to suppress the situation, and the police's His identity was good. He put away his police card, glanced at everyone, and then told Bi Nan about the situation in the cockpit and asked her to comfort the passengers.
Jiang Hua once again entered the cockpit against the cold wind. At this moment, the plane was hovering in front of cumulonimbus clouds. Jiang Hua sat in the co-pilot, put on the oxygen mask, took out an earphone, put the microphone in the oxygen mask, and then connected the microphone on the plane with Put the mobile phone with the earphones plugged into a sealed bag, then wrap it with a piece of clothing and clamp it between your legs so that you can maintain voice calls.
Jiang Hua shouted directly in his voice: "Thank you comrades for your help. You can use voice calls now. We need to switch back to the civil aviation channel."
Air Force: "Okay, you can accurately find the emergency frequency of the Air Force. You should have served in the Air Force. If necessary, you can contact us at any time. I wish you a safe landing."
"Goodbye, brothers." After Jiang Hua said this, he switched the channel to the civilian frequency: "This is Sichuan 8633. If you hear me, please answer."
A voice came from the earphones: "This is the Sichuan Airport control tower, hello Sichuan 8633, what's the situation now?"
Jiang Hua wore an oxygen mask and said in a muffled voice: "The front windshield of the co-pilot is broken. Now the plane needs to get out of the mountain and prepare to land at Shudu Airport."
Sichuan Tower: "Okay, we will coordinate with Shudu Airport."
At this moment, Liu Changjian increased the thrust and adjusted the rudder, and plunged into the slightly separated cumulonimbus clouds. Lightning and thunder were heard on both sides. The aircraft followed a vague path through the clouds, and from time to time there would be ice particles in the clouds hitting it. , Jiang Hua used his mental power to block most of them, leaving only tiny particles to enter the cabin. This way he would suffer less and would not be suspected.
