Chapter 37: The Death of the Airborne (I)
In the midst of thunder, the raindrops the size of beans began to fall on the African land, which had been thirsty for too long. In just ten minutes, the already dilapidated road has been muddy by the rain that fell from the sky. In some low-lying areas, there are even signs of water accumulation.
Swinging the steering wheel hard to bypass a waterlogged pothole, Fu Xiaofei looked at the dark clouds outside the car window that were so thick that they were about to press to the ground: "This kind of weather ...... By plane? Not kidding, right? If you don't pay attention, you will directly become a live person with electric roasting? ”
Despite the thunder outside the car, Tang Guoming still heard Fu Xiaofei's worried self-talk: "There is no other way!" If you drive to the mission site, it will take at least two days to go around, and those Chinese who are waiting for our rescue on the farm can't wait that long! ”
Shaking his head with a wry smile helplessly, Fu Xiaofei raised his eyes and looked at a simple tower faintly visible in the rain curtain in front of him: "I just hope that your airborne landing location is not this kind of weather!" And I'm still worried...... In this kind of weather, do pilots dare to take off as planned? ”
Obviously, it was Fu Xiaofei's heart, and a worried look appeared on Tang Guoming's face: "I'm worried about this!" As a last resort...... Pan Guan? ”
Reaching out and taking out a Glock 17 pistol that had been modified by Fu Xiaofeimo from the weapons and equipment box, Pan Guan nodded in understanding: "The pilot handed it over to me!" ”
While talking, Fu Xiaofei had already driven into the extremely simple airport. Looking at some of the equipment and corresponding buildings in the airport from the car window, Bao Lei couldn't help but exclaim: "What kind of broken airport is this?" How do I feel...... Does this place look like it has been bombed? Has this place been abandoned a long time ago, and then people are in a hurry to pick it up? ”
Browsing the information provided by Sun Zhao at a glance on the personal information terminal, Gu Weisu replied with a sullen head: "This place was originally a civil airport built privately, used to transport some unsightly things. The airport has been besieged by several forces in order to compete for those unsightly things, which is why it is now what it is - what I am worried about now is that we are going to fly on an An-26 light military transport plane? ”
Eyes widened in surprise, Halbara whispered, "An-26 light military transport aircraft? That thing made in the former Soviet Union...... How do I remember being called a flying coffin? Do we fly this kind of plane to the parachute landing site? Is it reliable? ”
As if to answer Halbara's question, Fu Xiaofei had already stepped on the brakes of a heavy truck on a very old An-26 light military transport plane: "I look like I have ...... Not so reliable? And this kind of old plane made in the former Soviet Union, can anyone really fly it now? ”
Before Halbara could reply, a pilot with a bottle in his hand poked his head out of the cabin door and shouted in the direction of the heavy truck in a clear Russian accent in his voice: "My passengers! Welcome to a custom-made flight to Old Sasha! Hurry up and get on board...... Old Sasha's business is busy! After sending you to your destination, old Sasha still has to go......"
As if realizing that he shouldn't say anything about his next business, the pilot grunted and swallowed a few words that he almost blurted out, and suddenly retracted into the cabin.
Raising his eyes and looking at the An-26 light military transport aircraft that was covered with bullet holes made by bullets of various calibers and had not been repaired at all, Tang Guoming looked at Fu Xiaofei with a little crying and laughing: "With your experience, has this plane also undergone magic modification?" So it looks ......"
Shaking his head regretfully, Fu Xiaofei replied: "Don't insult the word Demon Change, okay?" That's it...... I think it's a miracle that I can still hold on to the airport! And for the first time in my life, I don't think Sun Zhao's battlefield calculations have gone wrong? I found you such a thing as a means of transportation? ”
Gritting his teeth fiercely, Tang Guoming turned his head to look at his companions who were already neatly dressed in the carriage: "I am in a hurry, and I don't care about thinking about it so much!" Boarding! ”
With Tang Guoming's order, Harbara immediately grabbed two weapons and equipment boxes and plunged into the rain. Behind Halbara, Bao Lei and the others also quickly carried a set of equipment, and rushed towards the An-26 light military transport plane, which was not reassuring to look at it in the pouring rain.
Standing at the door of the cabin with a big grin, Sasha, a pilot who obviously has Russian ancestry, shouted with some emotion while watching Halbara and others move the weapons and equipment boxes in the cabin: "Ah...... Veterans, you're all deadly veterans! ”
Glancing at the half-empty vodka bottle in Sasha's hand, and then looking at the empty cockpit, Tang Guoming couldn't help frowning: "Just you, the driver?" ”
Showing an exaggerated smile towards Tang Guoming, Sasha turned around and walked towards the cockpit: "One more person, one more salary!" This year...... It's not easy to make money – close the door, my passengers! The plane is about to take off! ”
Seeing Sasha stumbling all the way into the cockpit, Pan Guan turned his head to look at Tang Guoming, who was closing the hatch, with a smile: "Boss, I think this pilot ...... I still have to control it, I'm really afraid that this guy will drink too much and go crazy halfway? ”
Sighing helplessly, Tang Guoming raised his hand and pointed to the weapons and equipment boxes that Halbara and the others had loaded onto the plane: "I feel that the top priority is to fix our weapons and equipment boxes first." Regardless of the weather in front of me, just looking at the pilot's pilot, I feel that our flight is ...... It won't be too smooth! ”
As Tang Guoming expected, after completely violating the flight operation regulations and driving the An-26 light military transport plane into the air without hesitation, the plane controlled by Sasha began to tap dance in the sky. The flight trajectory of sudden ups and downs, and even lateral drift, made Tang Guoming and others, who had never had symptoms of airsickness before, all feel a burst of disgust in their hearts, and they wanted to vomit.
Grappling with difficulty grasping all the objects in the cabin that could stabilize his body, Tang Guoming walked into the cockpit step by step, and shouted at Sasha, who was singing Russian slang songs loudly while shaking his head and controlling the plane: "Can you fly more smoothly?" ”
Haha laughed, Sasha, who was obviously already eight or nine points drunk, raised his finger and pointed at the lightning that kept skimming the sky outside the window, and looked back at Tang Guoming: "The weather...... The weather was so bad that I could only fly like this! ”
Even if he is not a professional pilot, Tang Guoming still knows some common sense about flying. Pointing to the heavy clouds over the plane, Tang Guoming continued to shout: "Can't you fly above the clouds?" ”
Hurriedly grabbing the vodka bottle that was sitting beside him, Sasha poured a few sips of the liquor that was obviously from the wrong way, and then reached out and clenched the rudder of the plane: "Poor old fellow...... Lift your fat ass up for me! ”
With Sasha's action of controlling the rudder, the engine of the An-26 light military transport plane, which was covered with bullet holes all over its body, let out a tremor that sounded extremely palpitating, and finally lifted the fuselage and rushed towards the clouds with mud and water......