Leng Ming, pilot of China Eastern Airlines, captain of flight A9532.
Taking off from Dongdu to Kangtu, the total distance is about more than 2,000 kilometers. It was originally supposed to be an ordinary daily flight, but he has flown this route more than a hundred times. He can fly there with his eyes closed.
There are any errors.
But something unexpected happened on this trip.
Sometimes things just suck. Luck is like a bastard, it rises and falls without any warning.
At 6:20, the crew discovered that the inlet casing of the right engine was damaged and the propulsion engine cowling was cracked.
At 6:22, flight A9532 sent an emergency distress signal. The plane's altitude dropped sharply by two thousand meters.
At 6:25, the Kanto Airport control tower determined that the engine of flight A9536 was damaged, and the Kanto Airport began to arrange an emergency landing.
At 6:28, there was a communication failure, and the connection between flight A9536 and the ground tower was completely interrupted.
At 6:30, things got completely out of control.
Leng Ming must admit that he has flown all his life, but there has never been a more thrilling flight than today. In fact, at first he thought he was quite calm and collected, and he handled things fairly well. His rich flying experience became his tranquilizer.
, tell him it's not a serious problem.
An engine failure may sound scary, but in fact it is not directly fatal. Modern airliners theoretically have the opportunity to glide and make an emergency landing even if they lose power. Although a single-engine emergency landing is dangerous, he thinks it can be handled.
What really hit him hard was when he heard that the second engine also failed.
Engine failure is an event with extremely low probability. Two engines teaming up to strike together is an accident whose probability is too small to be described. The moment he heard the news, even though he was experienced, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he even held the controls.
The hands on the pole are shaking.
But when Leng Ming saw the almost despondent despair on the co-pilot's face, he controlled himself. He heard a calm voice coming out of his own mouth that surprised even himself.
"Don't worry, we still have a chance to land," he said.
Is there a chance? He doesn't know.
But he is the captain, and the lives of the 194 passengers and nine crew members on the plane are all his responsibility. He must be calm and make the right choice at every step.
At 6:48, the wing broke.
Leng Ming knew that this was the last moment. They made all their efforts, but ultimately lost to fate. Because sometimes people are too small in front of the giant called fate, and there is really not much they can do. They are like being trapped.
Like ants caught in the center of the storm, they tried their best in vain and then died helplessly.
The plane began to accelerate and fall, and the fuselage was spinning in circles in the airflow. Everyone on the entire plane was pressed tightly to their seats by huge force, and their internal organs seemed to be clenched tightly.
The broken half of the wing was on fire, and a strong smell of smoke could be smelled from the cabin. Leng Ming knew that their plane might disintegrate in the air every second, and they would be sucked thousands of meters away by the ruthless storm.
In the air, it's like a big bag of potato chips thrown into the washing machine.
He could almost hear Death laughing in the storm outside the cabin, because the outcome was already doomed. At this point, not even a miracle could save them, and even if God himself came, he could only sigh with regret.
There is no luck, no chance, just endless despair in the fall waiting for death.
But at a certain moment, everyone felt a strong shock. It was as if someone gave their cabin a hard blow from the outside, and a tyrannical force penetrated from the nose to the tail of the plane.
The originally spinning plane was gradually righted, with its head down and its butt up, trailing a trail of black smoke straight into the sky, just like a diver who had completed his turn and started to fall freely.
"We're slowing down!" the co-pilot said in surprise and confusion.
Of course Leng Ming also felt it. The falling body was decelerating at a very significant rate. But how was this possible?
They started falling from an altitude of seven thousand meters, and the weight of the empty aircraft was more than forty tons. In this case, if you want to rely on external force to slow down, Leng Ming would never dare to do so.
But this really happened.
Leng Ming's eyes widened blankly, and he looked out the window through the windshield. His whole body turned to stone in an instant.
He saw a person.
A human being, thousands of meters above the ground, at a height that could kill him due to suffocation and lack of oxygen, pressed against the front of their plane with his flesh and blood body.
That posture looks like it says:
——Isn’t it just a plane? Let me push it back.
Leng Ming felt that his brain could no longer process the information captured by his eyes.
"Did you see what I saw?" He looked at the co-pilot blankly, and then realized from the co-pilot's equally ghostly expression that he was not hallucinating due to the extreme environment.
This is real.
They were slowing down because someone was holding onto their falling plane.
Even the "miraculous" seemed a little pale in front of such a scene. Only the two people in the cockpit of the entire plane saw what happened, but even if they saw it, they couldn't understand it. It was like the ancient people saw what happened. The fire from heaven thrown by Misius into the human world was shocking and full of fear.
For a moment, the captain even had such a thought in his mind.
Even if you really see God, your feeling may be nothing more than this, right?
The height is less than a hundred meters. For a building, it is high enough to be called a skyscraper, but for a falling plane, it is already within easy reach. Leng Ming felt that his breathing was almost stagnant, and his heart seemed to rush out of his chest. .
The flying man in front of the cockpit took a deep breath, just like a master in martial arts preparing to explode the power of his dantian. The next second, the whole plane shook even more violently.
It was as if a sudden brake was applied when approaching a traffic light. Everyone was thrown out of their seats and then tightly buckled by their seat belts. The acceleration of the plane's deceleration increased sharply, and the kinetic energy of the fall and the All the weight of the plane was transferred from the tail to the front, and fell into the steel-like arms of the young man holding the plane.
But he endured it steadily, motionless, as if his iron arms were strong enough to bear the weight of the world.
There was a crisp crackling sound, which was the sound of the titanium alloy at the front of the cockpit cracking. At that moment, Leng Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he thought that the plane was going to be overwhelmed at this last moment.
Fortunately, it didn't.
The trapeze artist held on, and so did the scarred plane.
The young man in the red cloak lifted the inverted plane above his head with both hands, like a weightlifter lifting an iron, except that the iron he was lifting might be a little too big.
After a brief pause, he lowered the plane. The fuselage fell to the ground with a bang, and the cabin jolted for the last time before returning to silence.
Leng Ming looked out the window at the young man with his cloak flying beside the plane. He opened and closed his mouth, wanting to speak but hesitating.
There is a sense of joy in surviving a catastrophe, but also a feeling of being at a loss as if one's three views were thrown into a wall-breaking machine, minced to pieces, and then pushed back by someone.
He felt like he might be going crazy.
Then the young man even glanced towards them, smiled and gave a less than standard salute to the captain.
"We work well together~"
After saying that, the young man made a "bang" sound, leaving behind a circle of transparent air waves, and his body disappeared into the sky without taking away a single cloud.