The three people in the cockpit panicked, the flying uncle began to hurriedly adjust various instruments, and Fang Wuhan could only clench his fists and do it in a hurry.

The plane was getting closer and closer to those things, which looked like some huge iron rods in mid-air, and from a distance they could only be seen as black rows, but when the plane got closer, those things took off like frightened birds, and the whole air was suddenly covered with those things like a bat cave.

"Lower the height!" Fang Wuhan roared, but helplessly, those things were already flying towards them.

They didn't even know what these thousands of black pressed things were, because there were so many of them that they weren't even sure how big they were.

The plane, under the control of the pilot's uncle, began to descend rapidly, and the screams and roars of the survivors were immediately heard in the cabin behind.

"There's a road down there to land, it's straight." Uncle Pilot said, looking at a wide, straight black road on the ground.

Fang Wuhan held on to the pilot's uncle's chair and stared at the black "road" under the plane that stretched into the distance. ”

Their speed dropped rapidly, and when they were about to land, Fang Wuhan finally saw the clue, "Rise!" That's not the road! That's a river! ”

The pilot's uncle pushed up the elevator that controlled the plane's rise and fall as if he were electrocuted, and the plane flew low over the dark and wide artificial river, and the air currents scattered the plane's reflection on the river, and the ripples dispersed towards the shore.

"What a bunch of things out there!" There was a fat man's roar from the cabin, and there was a roar of magic, and golden cones of light were launched from the window, and it seemed that the fat man was fighting back with the Protoss Trident.

The group of black and pressed things smashed the shell of the plane into a ping-pong sound, and the pilot uncle forcibly pulled the plane up from the river, the plane shook badly, and there was a noisy sound in the cabin, as if someone had fallen.

Fang Wuhan ran out of the cab and saw a messy cabin.

As soon as he stepped out of the cab, Fang Wuhan saw a crow-like thing rampage out of the cabin, it was very fast, and it couldn't be sure what it was at a glance.

"Close the windows!" Fang Wuhan yelled at the cab, the arbiter's fist blade popped out, and he held on to the seat and walked towards the crow-like thing.

The crow-like thing made a mess of the cabin, and the survivors all shrank directly to the bottom of their seats, and Fang Wuhan tried to attack that thing several times, but to no avail.

The plane should dive for a while, lift for a while, and they can't adjust their center of gravity, so how can they care about the thing in the cabin?

Fang Wuhan's head bumped back and forth in the cramped cabin several times, he tried many times but couldn't hit the thing, and finally it flew out of an unclosed window.

He looked out the window, and the plane had risen to a distance of about thirty or forty meters, and they still did not succeed in landing; The group of black pressed things next to the plane still didn't shake off.

"Accelerate! Supersonic get rid of them! Fang Wuhan yelled at the cab, crawled to his seat and picked up the Curse Heaven Evil Emperor.

"There's no way to accelerate, it's too low!" The roar of the pilot's uncle was heard from the cockpit, and then the plane shook again, and everyone was pressed to their seats by the terrible acceleration.

Fang Wuhan's face was pressed against the small round porthole, and if you look at it from the outside, his "severely distorted" face looks more like a scrapped deformed doll.

He saw that their plane was rising high into the air at a terrible speed, and the group of black and crushed things was also thrown behind.

"I'll ...... That's a bunch of bat spirits......" The uncle who lived in 302 was shocked and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Is that a bat?" Fang Wuhan finally got rid of the porthole and pinched his already numb face.

"Did we get rid of them?" The fat man climbed up from under his seat with his nose covered, and blood was faintly visible on his hands.

"You're getting a nosebleed again." Yang Feng squeezed out of the gap between the fat man and the seat.

The fat man took his hand away from his nose and saw the pool of blood on his palm at a glance.

"Close the windows and don't let the smell of blood out." Fang Wuhan said, and began to scramble to find toilet paper.

"They're chasing after them again!" The young man who lived in 401 looked out the window, his face full of horror.

"Blow them up with that sword." The fat man covered his nose with one hand, and pointed at the Cursed Heavenly Evil Emperor with the other.

Fang Wuhan frowned, "You're stupid, if a bat spirit happens to fly in front of us, wouldn't it be equivalent to exploding." With that, he leaned over to a porthole and saw the black tide of zombie bats behind him.

"Dude! Hasten! We're being caught up again! Fang Wuhan shouted, closing the last porthole and watching as the black tide overwhelmed them.

"Our defense plan is useless, and now we can only be beaten passively!." The door of the cockpit opened, and Uncle Pilot and Su Ya ran out in a panic.

The survivors in the cabin were dumbfounded, one of them was flying an airplane, the other was a live-action version of GPS navigation, and now they all left their jobs and ran out......

"Then that," Fang Wuhan was so shocked that he didn't know what to say for a while, "Then is it really good for you two to come out like this?" ”

"Don't worry, now it's going to be navigated." The pilot uncle said, leaned over to the porthole, and squeezed Fang Wuhan into the corner.

"So what do you do?" Fang Wuhan was squeezed from the corner and became distracted when he spoke.

"How can there be a plan, none of the situations you listed when you had a meeting are now useless, and all the problems you have encountered since you got on the plane are emergencies, and we have no countermeasures." Uncle Pilot looked at the black zombie bats outside the window, and subconsciously snorted, but it happened to spit on Fang Wuhan.

"I know you didn't mean to." Fang Wuhan got out from under him with an innocent face and wiped the saliva on his body.

"Our current weapons are useless, we can only rely on speed to win." Uncle Pilot said, his eyes spurting with a gleam.

"Then go! Let Su Ya calculate the speed and time, and accelerate if she can get rid of them. Fang Wuhan said.

"Actually, the speed we use for autopilot now is the maximum speed of this plane, of course, with endless energy, we can break through supersonic speed, but I'm not sure if the shell of the plane has been damaged, if there is some damage, it is likely to cause danger." Uncle Pilot said.

"Then slowly speed up and slowly distance yourself." Yang Feng on the side said.

Before the pilot uncle could speak, the "son" Uncle Nerves shouted in panic.

"Crashed! Crashed! ”

The pilot ran to the cockpit as if fleeing for his life, while the others leaned over to the nearest porthole and watched as their plane was heading towards a mountain.

They all closed their eyes, after the pilot uncle ran into the cockpit, the plane began to rise at an incredible speed, just like that kind of difficult acrobatic flight, the whole plane was erected under the control of the pilot uncle, they were all pressed on the seat by the acceleration and centripetal force, probably because of the imbalance in air pressure, their ears all had different degrees of tinnitus, and some people were holding their heads and shouting in pain.

Fang Wuhan's eyes were also pitch black, he didn't know what Uncle Pilot had done, but he should have avoided the mountain, because if they hadn't avoided it, they should have crashed into it a long time ago.

"It's going to speed up!" The majestic voice of the pilot's uncle came from the wheelhouse.

Everyone's hearts have become desperate, isn't the acceleration they are experiencing now called acceleration? He still has to shout acceleration, to what extent?

The iron plate in the corridor corridor that was blocking Xuanyin had already been thrown to the back of the cabin when the plane was flying upright just now, and now the glass jar with Xuanyin was directly exposed.

Fang Wuhan's heart also pinched, his glass jar was the most ordinary canned fruit bottle, not some hard tempered glass or special glass, if there was a bump like just now, they might accidentally crush the glass jar, in that case, wouldn't Xuanyin's opportunity to use it be wasted?

He gripped a hook in the cabin to secure the cargo, which would drastically reduce the frequency of his body shaking, and then an even more violent acceleration struck, leaving everyone's heads blank and the only empty tinnitus left in their ears.

But this speed had just lasted for a short time, and a more intense hurricane was blowing in his face, and the plane became violently shaking like a tractor in that hurricane, and Fang Wuhan realized that the last porthole had not been closed yet!

Under the encouragement of that strong wind, some small objects behind the cargo compartment were blown away, and even the daily necessities they piled up behind were scattered in all directions, and the narrow cabin of the plane suddenly seemed to become a space capsule, and things large and small were floating in the air, flying around in the narrow cabin.

Fang Wuhan's hand holding the hook was forced, and he immediately pulled his whole body up, he looked back and saw the open porthole at the back.

"What's wrong! Is it that the windows are not closed! "The roar of the pilot's uncle was heard from the cockpit.

Fang Wuhan wanted to respond, but the air pressure in the cabin was too great, and everyone's breathing became a problem, let alone speaking to respond?

They had no way out, and the only solution was to go to the end in this cluttered cargo compartment and close the porthole.

What scared Fang Wuhan the most was that if the pilot uncle didn't understand the situation and rashly opened the door of the cab, the strong air pressure difference would likely directly blow him out, and in this case, the windshield of the cockpit would inevitably break, and the pilot uncle and Su Ya might even be sucked out of the plane by the air pressure......

Those small breads were moving rapidly in the air flow at this time, and the feeling of hitting his face was no less than that of stones of the same size, Fang Wuhan gritted his teeth and stood up, walking towards the end of the warehouse step by step......