The helicopter was a bit too old, and in the rest of the world, it should have taken its place in the airplane graveyard, but here it needed to keep its residual heat on its back, and as hard as it wowed its rotors to keep its massive fuselage in the air, the old engines weren't really enough to provide enough power—even if the two engines were screaming hysterically.

This plane is only suitable for a scenic flight in the summer when the wind is mild, but now it is a cold winter with a howling wind and heavy snow, and Pandey pilots this plane that does not know when it will crash, and does Brownian motion in the air. The upside-down fuselage almost made the co-pilot's stomach vomit the dinner, but Pandey sang excitedly, and Pandey's broken song and the roar of the engine complemented each other, and the two of them stumbled towards Tchaikov's base in the helicopter.

Tchaikov was ready and waited for Pandey to arrive, and sure enough, the helicopter lived up to expectations, and after two and a half hours of Brownian motion, Tchaikov heard the roar of the broken engine of the Mi-8 in the sky.

"I'll just say helicopters are OK!" Pandey saw the temporary cleared apron outside the base, and there were several cars next to it, and by this time the ground had already seen the flashing lights of the helicopter, lit the signal baton, and guided the helicopter to land on the ground.

The helicopter descended crookedly towards the tarmac in the strong wind, but the Brownian motion was indeed a little difficult to control, although Pandey held the joystick tightly and adjusted the throttle, but the plane still tilted to the side at the last moment, Tchaikov's heart rose to his throat, and he saw the plane "clang" and hit the ground, the wheels of the landing gear almost exploded, and then the plane bounced again, and then saw the plane glide forward and run out of the tarmac that had been cleared for it......

"Be careful! Be careful! Reduce the power! Reduce the power! Brake! The co-pilot saw that the plane did not obey the call, and drove straight ahead, and in front of him was a tanker truck refueling the plane, and shouted nervously.

"Don't be nervous! The brakes seem to be out of order! Pandey jerked on the brake lever, but the plane had no intention of stopping, and the brakes seemed miraculously normal when the swinging rotor was about to hit the tank.

The co-pilot was sweating in the bitter cold, and the rotors continued to wave, less than a meter away from the oil tank.

"Don't let it go out!" Pandey wasn't so nervous, he took off his flight helmet and said a word to the co-pilot, pushed open the cabin door, jumped off the plane and went to catch up with Tchaikov.

"I'm resigning! Said that you won't fly in winter! The co-pilot muttered.

"Pandey, you're still flying like that!" Tchaikov saw Pandy and affectionately stepped forward and gave him a big bear hug.

"If you're not savage, how can I watch you grow up?" Pandey has always regarded himself as an elder in front of Tchaikov, counting that he has served in the Tchaikov family for two generations.

"You lazy pigs, hurry up and tow the plane out and refuel......" Pandey scolded when he saw that the people were still watching.

People had just recovered from Pandey's terrible landing when they rushed forward to tow the plane back to the tarmac, refueled, and loaded relief supplies onto the plane.

Pandey took out a cigarette from his pocket, and Tchaikov hurriedly lit it for him in the gale, and Pandey took a pleasant puff of the cigarette and asked, "What trouble is this?" Dispatch at this time. ”

"You know, Dick was looking for the place where the red dragon was disturbing, but unfortunately he ran in the wrong direction......" Tchaikov didn't know how to say better, and was a little embarrassed.

"Dick? Isn't he dead yet? Although Pandey is not Tchaikov's confidant, after staying for a long time, the contradictions between the two families are still heard.

"I also wish he died sooner, but he can't die yet. He was trapped near the volcano...... "Tchaikov said.

"Great, the helicopter hasn't crashed on a volcano yet!" Pandey shouted.

Tchaikov somewhat regretted his decision to call in the helicopter.

When the helicopter returned to the skies in Brownian motion for the second time, Tchaikov regretted it even more, knowing that he had listened to Sasha. The engine power of the helicopter cannot be compared with that of the prime of life, in order to reduce the weight, everything that can be dismantled in the cabin is removed, Tchaikov sits on the floor, holding tightly the rope net on the edge of the cabin in his hand, so as not to turn himself into Brownian motion in the cabin, the two people who got on the plane with Tchaikov are now even more remorseful, and they can't wait to tie themselves to the cabin with ropes, and those rescue equipment that usually looks very well fixed are basically free from the shackles of the straps at this time, and move freely in the cabin, They also had to scramble to fix the plane again when it was not so bumpy.

"Don't mess with what's on the plane, you know, helicopters don't have a good temper." Pandey turned his head to see the embarrassed faces of the three people in the cabin, and exclaimed with laughter.

"What did you say?" The roar of the two engines overhead, Tchaikov's ears were deaf, and where could he hear Pandy's words.

"Don't touch things!" Pandey shouted again, and Tchaikov nodded in understanding.

After more than an hour of Brownian motion, the plane finally reached the sky above the ice field, where the air flow was relatively stable, and the people in the cabin that had been tossed up and down finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the helicopter did not crash.

Tchaikov got into the cab and asked, "Pandy, how long will it take?" ”

"If all goes well, about 3 hours." Pandey replied.

"What if it doesn't go well?" Tchaikov was a little uneasy and asked again.

"If it doesn't go well, it's a crash," Pandey grinned, "but don't worry, I've had nine crashes and have a lot of experience!" ”

"Oh my God, I'm crazy......" Tchaikov muttered in a low voice.

Taking advantage of the calm airflow, Tchaikov had the radio station turned on and searched for possible distress signals from Dick.

Wang Xingguo plans to leave this safety island, find a way in the cracks in the earth's crust, and reach another safety island two kilometers away first, so that he can slowly get out of the hottest place with the tactics of frog jumping, if everything goes well, before the 5 liters of water are exhausted, they can reach a cooler place, Wang Xingguo feels that there should be some water left there that has not been evaporated, as long as it can be replenished, then all the problems will be solved.

According to Wang Xingguo's calculations, they will have to walk about 10 kilometers on this devastated ground - a distance that the water guarantee can still keep up.

But the 10 kilometers in a straight line is not the same as the reality, in order to avoid those hot cracks and magma, Wang Xingguo needs to constantly take people around the road, which also slows down the speed, and speeds up the consumption of water during the movement, Wang Xingguo found his way in the blazing ravine, and led people to the second safety island, it was already three hours later.

Everyone climbed halfway up the mountainside of the safety island, the heat made everyone a little prostration, sweat kept pouring out, Dick already had symptoms of dehydration, relatively speaking, other people's physical fitness still has a certain accumulation, but it seems that it will not last long.

Wang Xingguo asked everyone to rest halfway up the mountain, climbed up to a high place by himself, and observed the surrounding situation.

According to memory, this safety island is a small mountain range spread on a long and narrow volcanic belt, its highest point is only 100 meters above the ground, and the direction is towards the side they want to break away, it is the easiest to move along the mountain line, and it will not lose its direction, when walking on a high place, it can also avoid the high temperature close to the lava, and now Wang Xingguo wants to be sure that this small mountain line has not been destroyed by the crustal movement just now. This small mountain line stretches for about 5 kilometers, and if you follow it to the end, you will basically reach the edge of the volcanic area.

This is the quickest escape route, Wang Xingguo gasped and climbed to the top, looking around, the sky was seriously hazy, the visibility was only a few hundred meters, and Wang Xingguo could not see the situation farther.

It would be nice if there was a drone, but the drone was also dedicated to Mother Earth at this time, Wang Xingguo shouted down the mountainside, "The mountain line should still be complete now, keep up!" ”

"I'm going to drink saliva." Dick sat on a rock, and he couldn't stand up. Sherpa took out the kettle, and Mr. Min was also sweating profusely, staring at the Sherpa kettle.

"We have less than two litres of water left, and we can only take a small sip." Sherpa poured the water into the lid of the kettle and handed it to Dick.

"I just need a sip of water! Morsel! Dick was furious, and the lid of the kettle would moisten his throat.

"If you don't drink it, I drink it!" Chen Badai's eyes were quick, and taking advantage of Dick's anger, he snatched the lid of the kettle from the Sherpa and drank it clean.