Burning Moscow

Just as everyone in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief, the pilot ran out of the cockpit again, stumbled and ran in front of us, and reported to Khrulev: "Comrade Minister, the rudder of the plane was broken. , The fuel tank was also punched through a hole. At present, we have little fuel left. It is impossible to land in Vladivostok according to the original plan. The driver said that we must land as soon as possible, otherwise there will be The possibility of a crash."

"Let the pilot find a suitable location to prepare for an emergency landing." Khrulev remained calm in front of the panicked pilot, trying to pretend to be nonchalant and give orders to him.

After the pilot’s back disappeared at the door of the cockpit, Khrulev’s voice sounded in the cabin again. Because of the dangerous situation, his tone was also a little hastily: “Everyone should fasten their seat belts and keep ready for emergency landing. landing!"

Listening to Khrulev’s warning in my ears, while looking outside through the porthole, I saw the shadow of land faintly appearing at the end of the coastline ahead, and the plane was constantly lowering its altitude. It seemed that the U.S. pilot was preparing. There was an emergency landing.

Seeing the sea outside the porthole getting closer, I couldn't help but grab the back of the front seat. Although I have never experienced an emergency landing, I know exactly how dangerous it is to land with injuries. Even if the U.S. pilots made no mistakes, after the final landing, it would be impossible for everyone on the passenger plane to be safe.

During the last part of the flight, I clearly felt the plane sway far more than any time period just now. However, although most of the entourages were not soldiers, at this time, they were still trying to maintain their composure, except for the roar of aircraft engines in the entire cabin. I can't hear other sounds anymore.

Just as I was secretly praying that the American pilots could find a piece of sand and make an emergency landing, the violently turbulent plane sank suddenly. Then the fuselage slammed for a while, as if it had touched the ground. Everyone in the cabin. They were all knocked torsion by the huge impact.

If I hadn't grasped the back of the front seat firmly, I would probably be bounced out of my seat. And after the plane hit the ground. Not only did the vibration not weaken, but it became more severe, just like a car galloping on a bumpy road.

Looking at the sand in the sky outside the porthole, I felt a little relieved. After all, we made an emergency landing on the beach, and we had a much higher chance of surviving than an emergency landing on a cliff or a rocky seashore.

The plane didn't know how long it was taxiing, and finally came to a stop. It is fortunate. The fuselage remained stable at all times and did not roll over. In this way, it greatly reduces the chance of injury to passengers in the cabin. In addition, the fuel tank of the aircraft was leaked, and most of the fuel leaked out during the flight, which also avoided the possibility of explosion during landing.

When Khrulev and I arrived outside the cabin with the support of the entourage, I found that the plane was parked two hundred meters from the beach. After being plowed by the heavy and huge fuselage of the passenger plane, the plane remained on the beach. Make a few deep traces. At this moment, the front half of the passenger plane was completely covered by sand, and only the rear half of the fuselage was still exposed.

I saw a red mark on Khrulev's forehead. It may have hit the table and chair in front of him when he landed. I quickly closed my right eye and looked around with only my left eye, except for a slight swelling. It is quite clear to see things. I believe that the violent shock did not cause my retina to fall off again during the crash landing that just ended.

"Is anyone injured?" Khrulev asked loudly at the attendants who were crawling out of the cabin.

An entourage walked up to Khrulev and reported to him: "Comrade Minister, only two comrades in the cabin suffered minor injuries when they landed, and the accompanying doctor is bandaging them."

I listened to the entourage only reporting the situation in the cabin, but at the moment, he didn't mention the situation in the cockpit, which was completely buried in sand, so I grabbed his arm. Nervously asked: "Where are the three pilots in the cockpit?"

The attendant took a look, opened his mouth but made no sound. Khrulev saw his reaction. An unhappy expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he urged: "Go ahead. How about the three pilots in the cockpit?"

Seeing Khrulev’s signs of anger, the entourage hesitated and said: "The American pilot and navigator are dead, and our pilot was also seriously injured. It seemed that he had broken a few ribs and moved a little bit. It hurts too much."

Hearing that the pilot was seriously injured, I quickly stood up straight and looked around. But except for the sea that can't be seen at a glance, and the full of yellow sand, you can't see the slightest amount of people. Seeing this situation, my heart is very heavy, and I hope that if the pilot can't be treated in time, then he will be more miserable.

"Can the radio be contacted?" I was worried, and suddenly heard Khrulev's voice again.

His words ignited hope in my heart. As long as there is a radio station, then we can tell Vladivostok where it is and ask them to send someone to rescue it.

"Although the radio is still usable, the signal is not good, and we have never contacted the base." The entourage said with embarrassment: "Moreover, even if we contacted the base, we couldn't report our exact location. They had to look for it. When we reach us, we must send a large number of troops to search."

Originally, when I heard that the radio was still available, I was stunned, but when I finished listening to his words, my heart suddenly became cold. Our plane made an emergency landing on the beach at the back of Qianbuba Village. Even if the commander of the base sent a large number of people to search, it would not be possible to find us in a short while. When they arrived, it was estimated that the severely injured pilot had died early.

"Comrade Minister, things are not as desperate as we thought." An attaché sitting not far away with a leg injury suddenly said loudly: "Even if we don't use the radio to call for help at the base, the search and rescue of our troops will be very fast. Will come."

Hearing him say this, Khrulev and I couldn't help asking in unison: "Why?"

The entourage pointed to the air and said, "Have you forgotten the fighter plane that escorted us? They will report our location to the base. I believe it won't take long before the troops who rescue our I can make it."

I looked up into the sky, and saw that the US military plane and another Chinese plane were still hovering in the sky. Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but laugh, and said that I was confused for a while, and even forgot the fighter planes escorting us. I believe that the fighter pilots will soon be able to report our position to the base through the onboard radio.

Now that we know that the base can find the location of our forced landing, and it is possible to send troops in time for rescue. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and looked for a place around the plane to sit down and rest. Khrulev was not idle either. He bent down and got into the cabin, and went to the command post to carry the injured pilot.

After a few minutes, not only the injured pilot was carried out, but also the two American pilots who died. Seeing the two bodies placed on the open space next to the plane, everyone, including me, stood up from where they were done and surrounded them. The people wearing the hats took off their hats and bowed their heads in silence for the two brave pilots. If it weren’t for their calmness and courage, and superb driving skills, the plane could maintain the stability of the fuselage after the forced landing. There is no rolling or tilting phenomenon, ensuring that most of us can survive intact.

After the silence was over, Khrulev ordered one of his entourages: "You go find something and cover the bodies of the two American pilots. When the rescue team arrives, we will take the two bodies back to the base. , And return it to their loved ones when appropriate."

"Report to Comrade Minister," an entourage ran to Khrulev and reported to him: "Dust is rising high in the distance. It seems that the troops searching for us are here."

"Go, go and have a look." Hearing the report from the entourage, Khrulev immediately raised his eyebrows and said to me sideways: "Oshanina, come and have a look with me."

A few of us bypassed the sand pile that buried half of the fuselage, and came to a place with a wide view. We saw high sands rising up in the distance. Analyzing from the height of the sandy soil, what came is a relatively large motorcade.

After a few minutes, twenty or so trucks with canopies and a few jeeps rushed to a tens of meters away from us and stopped with dust flying all over the sky. As soon as the car stopped, countless soldiers wearing black navy uniforms jumped out of the car~www.wuxiaspot.com~ holding weapons and rushed towards us. Behind them, a few wore big eaves. The cap commander was yelling something. I turned my head inadvertently and even found that several small speedboats appeared on the sea far away, with the Soviet navy flag on the speedboats that were docking.

The group of sailors stopped just a few meters away from us, maintaining a state of alert. A naval officer with the rank of captain came out of the team and strode to the front of Khrulev and I. After raising his hand to salute, he said loudly: "Comrade General, we are the Marine Corps of the Pacific Fleet. 355th Battalion, we are ordered to rescue you. I am Captain Smurray, the commander of the battalion. I am awaiting your orders. Please instruct!"

Khrulev saw the black and heavy sailors in front of him, with a happy smile on his face. He took Captain Smurray's hand and smiled and said, "Captain, I finally look forward to you. We have wounded men here. And the sacrificed pilots, please send some people to carry them to the truck." (To be continued.)

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