Chapter 1047

Just as everyone in the cockpit was relieved, the pilot ran out of the cockpit again and ran to us stumbling. He reported to khrushiev, "Comrade minister, the rudder of the plane has been damaged and the fuel tank has been perforated. At present, we have very little fuel left. It is impossible for us to land in Vladivostok according to the original plan. The pilot said, "we must land as soon as possible, or there will be a crash."

"Let the driver find the right place to make a forced landing." Khrushiev remained calm in front of the panicked pilot and tried to act as if nothing had happened to him.

After the pilot's back disappeared at the door of the cockpit, khrushiev's voice sounded again in the cabin. Because the situation was dangerous, his voice was also a little hasty: "everyone fasten their seat belts immediately, keep the forced landing position and prepare to land!"

I listened to khrushiev's warning in my ears. At the same time, I looked out through the porthole and saw the shadow of land at the end of the coastline ahead. The plane was constantly lowering its altitude. It seemed that the US pilot was preparing to make a forced landing there.

As the sea was getting nearer and nearer, I grabbed the back of the seat in front of me. Although I have never had the experience of forced landing, I know very well how dangerous it is for this plane to land with injuries. Even if the U.S. pilots make no mistakes, it is unlikely that everyone on the plane will be safe after the final landing.

During the last flight, I obviously felt the swing of the plane, which was far more than any time period just now. However, most of the attendants were not soldiers, but at this time, they were still trying to keep calm. There was no other sound in the cabin except the roar of the aircraft engine.

Just as I was secretly praying that the American pilot could find a piece of sand to make a safe landing, the plane plummeted down. Then the fuselage suddenly for a while, as if it was touching the ground. All the people in the cabin were knocked upside down by the huge impact.

If I didn't firmly grasp the back of the chair in front of me, I would have been bounced out of my seat. After the plane hit the ground, the vibration not only did not weaken, but became more and more serious, just like the car galloping on the rough road.

Looking at the sand blocking my sight outside the side window, I feel a little relieved. After all, we make a forced landing on the beach, which is much more likely to survive than the forced landing on some cliff or the beach full of rocks.

The plane didn't know how long it had taxied and finally stopped. Fortunately, the fuselage has always remained stable, and there was no rollover. In this way, the probability of casualties of passengers in the cabin is greatly reduced. In addition, the fuel tank of the aircraft was leaked, so most of the fuel was leaked during the flight, and the possibility of explosion during landing was avoided.

When khrushiev and I arrived outside the cabin with the help of the entourage, I found that the plane was parked 200 meters away from the beach. After being ploughed over by the heavy and huge fuselage of the airliner, several deep marks were left on the beach. At the moment, the front half of the plane's fuselage has been completely covered by sand, leaving the rear half still exposed.

I saw a red mark on khrushiev's forehead. Maybe he just landed and hit the desk and chair in front of him. I quickly closed my right eye and only looked around with my left eye. I found that in addition to slight swelling, I could see clearly. I believe that during the crash landing, the violent shock did not cause my retina to fall off again.

"Is anyone hurt?" He asked aloud to the attendants who were climbing out of the cabin.

An attendant came up to khrushiev and reported to him, "Comrade minister, only two comrades in the cabin were slightly injured when they landed. The accompanying doctors are dressing them up."

I listened to the attendant only report the situation in the cabin, but he didn't mention the situation in the cockpit which was completely covered by sand and soil. So I grabbed his arm and asked nervously, "where are the three pilots in the cockpit?"

The attendant took a look, opened his mouth, but made no sound. When khrushiev saw his reaction, his face suddenly showed an unhappy expression and urged: "tell me, how are the three pilots in the cab?"

Seeing that khrushiev showed signs of anger, the attendant hesitated and said, "the American pilot and pilot are dead, and our pilot is also seriously injured. It seems that he has broken several ribs. He can't stand the pain when he moves a little."

Hearing that the pilot was seriously injured, I stood up straight and looked around. But I can't see any people except the sea and the yellow sand. Seeing this situation, my heart is very heavy. I think that if the pilot is not treated in time, he will be more or less in danger.

"Is the station still in touch?" I was worried when I heard khrushiev's voice again.

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

"Although the radio can still be used, the signal is not good, and the base has never been contacted." "And even if we get in touch with the base, we can't report our exact location," the attendant said with a embarrassed face. If they want to find us, they have to send a lot of troops to search

Originally, when I heard that the radio station could still be used, I felt a twinge of joy. After listening to what he said, my heart suddenly cooled. Our plane was forced to land on the beach of qianbuba village and hoububa shop. Even if the commander of the base sent a large number of people to search, it would not be able to find us for a while. By the time they arrived, it was estimated that the seriously injured pilot would have died“ Comrade minister, in fact, things are not as desperate as we think. " Sitting not far away, an attendant whose leg was injured suddenly said loudly, "even if we don't use the radio to ask for help from the base, our troops will come soon." When he said this, khrushiev and I couldn't help but ask in one voice, "why?" The attendant pointed into the air and said, "have you forgotten the fighter that just escorted us? They will report our location to the base, and I believe the rescue troops will arrive soon. " I looked up into the air and saw the U.S. warplanes and another Chinese warplane hovering. Seeing this situation, I couldn't help laughing. I said that I was in a panic for a moment, and I even forgot the fighter that escorted us. I believe the fighter pilots will soon be able to report our position to the base through the airborne radio. Now that we know the base, we can find the location of our forced landing, and it is possible to send troops to rescue in time. Everyone was relieved and took a seat around the plane. Khrushiev was not idle either. He bent down to get into the cabin and went down to the headquarters to lift the injured pilot. After a few minutes, not only the injured pilot was carried out, but also the two American pilots who died. Seeing that two bodies were placed in the open space beside the plane, everyone, including me, stood up from where they were made and surrounded them. People wearing hats took off their hats one after another, and bowed their heads to mourn for the two brave pilots. If it was not for their calm courage and superb driving skills, the aircraft could maintain the stability of the fuselage after the forced landing, and there was no rollover or overturning phenomenon, so as to ensure that most of us could survive intact. When the silence was over, khrushiev told one of his attendants, "go find something and cover the remains of the two American pilots first. When the rescue troops arrive, we will transport the two bodies back to the base and return them to their relatives at the right time. "“ Comrade report minister, "one of the attendants ran to khrushiev and reported to him," there is dust rising in the distance. It seems that the troops searching for us are coming. "“ Let's go and have a look. " When khrushiev heard the report from his entourage, he was immediately overjoyed and said to me, "o'shanina, 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 the sand rising in the distance. From the height of sand to analyze, to a relatively large team. After a few minutes, more than 20 trucks with awnings and jeeps with flying dust rushed to the place tens of meters away from us and stopped. As soon as the car stopped, countless soldiers in black Navy uniforms jumped out of the car one after another and rushed towards us with weapons. Behind them, several commanders in cornice hats were shouting something. I inadvertently looked back, and even found that in the distance of the sea, there were several small speedboats, which were flying the flag of the Soviet Navy. The group of sailors stopped just a few meters away from us, keeping alert. A naval officer with the rank of captain came out of the team, came to khrushiev and I, raised his hand and said in a loud voice, "Comrade General, we are the 355th battalion of the Marine Corps of the Pacific Fleet. We are ordered to rescue you. I'm captain smoley, battalion commander. I'm at your command. Please give me directions When khrushiev saw the Black Sea in front of him, he had a happy smile on his face. He took captain smoley's hand and said with a smile, "Captain, I'm looking forward to you at last. We have wounded and dead pilots here. Please send some people to carry them to the truck