Has Shu Guan ever flown a helicopter before?
The answer is of course no, not in the past or present life.
In his previous life, Shuguan was very interested in various aircraft and even joined a community-level flying club.
However, he has never actually practiced on a plane, because to fly a real plane, you need to pay additional fees, and you have to bear fuel costs, insurance premiums, etc. Shu Guan's salary for less than half a year.
So Shu Guan basically got addicted to the VR simulated cockpit.
But there is also an advantage to flying an airplane in the VR simulated cockpit, that is, you can try to fly a variety of different aircraft. Shu Guan has learned many aircraft driving courses, such as fighter jets, aerospace aircraft, and of course helicopters.
For helicopters alone, he has learned how to drive dozens of different models, including the most advanced fully intelligently controlled models, as well as some relatively older models from the petroleum era.
But he really had never flown such an ancient helicopter.
Jumping into the driver's seat and looking at the dashboards in front of him, Shu Guan felt extremely unfamiliar.
Compared to the helicopters he had flown, this helicopter was too primitive and ancient.
"The principle is always the same..."
Shu Guan murmured to cheer himself up, and then in the afterglow of the setting sun, he passed the Yinjili text of this world engraved on the instrument panel. After spending more than ten minutes, he finally distinguished the helicopter's heading instrument and engine. Gauge, altimeter, speedometer, fuel gauge and other instruments.
Then the positions of the helicopter's collective power lever, collective pitch lever, pitch change lever, and blade pedals were confirmed.
Only with these things figured out could he try to start the helicopter.
It would be nice if I brought out the pipe today.
Shu Guan now wanted to take a cigarette to relieve his nervousness and pressure.
Just when he was thinking this, he actually found a pack of cigarettes lying under the passenger seat, and there was also a steel lighter.
It should be one of the three white mercenaries who ended up here.
Shu Guan quickly leaned down and picked up the pack of cigarettes and lighter. He looked at the cigarette box. On the front of the cigarette box was printed the head of a white middle-aged woman wearing a crown. The trademark was three "6"s connected together. number.
Then Shu Guan took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, opened the steel windproof lighter with a clang, slid the flint with his thumb, and the unique smell of kerosene rushed into his nose.
Litting the cigarette, Shu Guan took a deep breath, and a long-lost smell filled his entire chest.
After all, dry tobacco and cigarettes are different.
"Who said that if you change your body, you won't be addicted to smoking...Smoking addiction has always been mainly a mental dependence."
Shu Guan muttered, feeling that he was in better spirits and not so nervous anymore.
Looking at the smoke swirling in front of his eyes, Shu Guan murmured in a low voice again.
"Believe that this is a subjective question, not an objective question."
He was not talking about smoking, but about flying a plane.
The old lame man lived his whole life in such a subjective way.
There are many things that he can do if he wants to.
Shu Guan sat in the driver's seat and quietly finished a cigarette, then flicked the cigarette butt out of the window.
"666, good luck."
Shu Guan twisted the starter lever, opened the throttle, then pulled down the collective power lever and stepped on the rotor pedal.
The helicopter's fuselage shook violently several times, a huge roar came from the oil drain pipe under the fuselage, and a large plume of black smoke came out.
Shu Guan quickly turned down the fuel supply valve, and then stepped on the rotor pedal again.
This time, the fuselage stopped shaking, and the main rotor above began to rotate, first slowly, then faster and faster, and then the fuselage slowly left the ground.
Shu Guan breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he can fly, he won't have any problem controlling it in the air.
"Uncle, come up quickly."
Shu Guan poked his head out of the driver's seat window and shouted slightly proudly to Han Biao, who was still standing outside the helicopter.
Han Biao said "Ah", his eyes were dazed, and he seemed to be a little hesitant, but in the end he gritted his teeth, jumped up and jumped into the helicopter.
As soon as Han Biao settled down in the back seat, he felt the fuselage rapidly rising upwards.
At this moment, Han Biao was finally sure that the helicopter was really flown by the boy from the mountain village.
Can you try it out if you try it...
So what's the point of those driving instructors that the commander spent a lot of money to hire from the Western Continent?
Han Biao was confused for a moment.
Compared to the other things about this young man that were different from ordinary people, the fact that Shu Guan flew up the helicopter left him even more shocked and speechless, and even felt a little weird.
This pockmarked boy is definitely not an ordinary mountain village boy.
However, Han Biao had no intention of exploring the boy's secret at this time. Since the helicopter had already taken off, the most important thing now was to leave here quickly, rush back to Jingcheng, and ask Mr. Mu to come to the valley to rescue the young lady.
Mr. Mu should probably agree to take action, because he seemed to have said at the beginning that he couldn't bear the request of others.
The helicopter flew upward smoothly. At a certain moment, the surroundings suddenly darkened, but the sun finally set on the other side of the cliff. Shu Guan squinted his eyes, and at the same time, he suddenly pulled up. The helicopter suddenly accelerated and jumped over those Towering cliffs.
Then Shu Guan saw the sun again.
Sunshine at five o'clock in the afternoon!
Except for going to the Immortal Temple, Taoyuan Village cannot see the sunshine after five o'clock in the afternoon.
The eyes are full of golden light, the gorgeous sunset clouds spread out in front of you, and below you can see the vast mountains and jungles as far as the eye can see.
It has been eighteen years. Eighteen years ago, Shuguan saw this magnificent scenery when he traveled through time. Today he finally saw it again.
At this moment, Shu Guan suddenly felt the urge to cry.
Suppressing his excitement, Shu Guan turned around and asked Han Biao:
"Which way?"
Han Biao looked at him blankly, pointed to the northeast and said:
"Fly to the northeast for about an hour. There is a small town called Pingqian on the edge of the mountains. We originally established a supply base there with a platoon of soldiers and several military vehicles. By then we will You can drive back to Jingcheng."
Shu Dian nodded, pulled the pitch change lever, and the helicopter circled over the valley, then flew straight to the northeast.
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About an hour and twenty minutes later, Shu Guan piloted a helicopter and finally found the town named Pingqian that Han Biao mentioned.
The main reason was that Han Biao couldn't tell the direction very well in the air, and he made two blind commands, so that Shu Guan had to fly the helicopter back and forth along the edge of the mountain twice.
The landing process was also quite thrilling, because it flew a lot longer, so that when it arrived over the temporary base, the helicopter had just run out of fuel, and the pointer on the fuel gauge had dropped to zero.
But in the end, Shu Guan landed the helicopter smoothly in the open space of the base.
As for how he did it, Shu Guan himself couldn't tell.
Just like he didn't have any confidence before getting on the helicopter, but he finally drove the helicopter and flew away from the valley.
This is really a very fantasy and subjective flight.
When the helicopter landed, a group of soldiers in gray military uniforms gathered around.
Han Biao jumped out of the helicopter, and the soldiers saluted him.
Han Biao didn't have time to explain to them what happened. He just ordered them to prepare a military vehicle immediately, fill it with oil, and put two spare oil barrels in the vehicle. After all, driving back to Jingcheng from here, one tank of oil is Totally not enough.
A few minutes later, Shu Guan and Han Biao got into the car that looked no different from an old Jeep from the early 20th century on Earth.
The driver was Han Biao.
Although this martial arts master cannot fly a helicopter, he can still drive a car.
Shu Guan, who has not been in a car for eighteen years, has no intention of trying it this time because he can't drive.
In the era when he traveled back in time, cars were already fully intelligent and automated, and there were no driving schools anymore. People with normal intelligence and over the age of fourteen were automatically qualified to operate smart cars on their own.
Therefore, this extremely primitive manual transmission car may be more difficult for Shu Guan than driving a helicopter.
The straight-line distance from Jingcheng to Shennongjia is more than 400 kilometers.
Of course, this is a straight line distance.
In fact, if you drive, you first have to drive to Fancheng, which is 150 kilometers away from Pingqian Town. There is a simple road directly to Jingcheng, and there is still a distance of five kilometers from Fancheng to Jingcheng.
The military jeep driven by Han Biao has a top speed of 80 kilometers per hour. This refers to the maximum speed that this vehicle can drive on the smooth roads of the powerful countries in the Western Continent.
As for Dahua Country, Shuguan estimated that he could drive more than 40 kilometers in an hour on those rugged roads at the beginning. After passing Fancheng, he arrived at the road that was relatively close to Shuguan. The so-called roads, which are not much better than dirt roads, can only be driven at a speed of about 50 kilometers per hour at the fastest.
So they left Pingqian Town at around seven o'clock in the evening and drove for fifteen hours before reaching Jingcheng.
Han Biao is indeed a master of internal boxing who is only one step away from the transformation of the gods. He has not slept for two days since the night before yesterday. He still does not feel sleepy. He drove the car at a high speed along the way and drove this car produced in Mei. The performance of the United Kingdom's jeep was maximized, and the oil was changed twice on the way.
As for Shu Guan, he fell asleep due to the bumpy road a few hours after getting in the car. After all, he had not slept for almost two days.
Originally, Shuguan had been trapped in that valley for eighteen years. When he first came out, he was ready to take a good look at the world outside the valley that he had longed for for eighteen years, but after all, he couldn't hold back his sleepiness. He spent the time half asleep and half awake with his head drooped.
Until Han Biao poked him with his elbow.
"Little brother, Jingcheng has arrived."
Shu Guan just woke up suddenly, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked out the car window.
