The man's affection became more and more excited, and almost every time he said a word, he waved his right arm fiercely in the air: "My warriors, now I solemnly command you, forward, forward, forward!" Conquer Moscow, cross the Bering Strait and stand on American soil! Then the SS flag was to be planted on the land of North America. That is not the end, my warriors, you are the best race on earth, you have the noblest blood in your veins, forward, forward, whether land or sea, in the end it is ours, forward......"

Crossing the Bering Strait to attack the continental United States, was the chief of staff of the Wehrmacht High Command in World War II. Feng? The war scenario proposed by Field Marshal Keitel.

At that time, the invincible German ** team was arrogant to the extreme, thinking that they were the victorious generals on earth, and they had been blessed by the gods and were able to defeat a single enemy.

They marched straight into the battle of Moscow precisely to clear the way for the crossing of the Bering Strait.

Luo Yuan had watched the speech of the war maniac, but he had seen all the black and white documentaries before, the picture was extremely unclear, and it was full of various cavity-like electronic interference lines, and the speaker's sound effect was also quite bad, and his German skills were a little poor, and he couldn't understand his meaning at all.

To his surprise, the picture was clear and colorful, and he could see the dark red color of the speaker's tongue when he opened his mouth, and he could clearly distinguish between white teeth and reddish gums.

"My undead warriors, forward, across the Bering Strait, forward ......" the speaker's emotions became more and more high-pitched.

"This must be a prank on Singapore Airlines!" Luo Yuan was a little annoyed.

He walked to the side of the wine cabinet, poured a glass of red wine, and paced to the porthole to look out.

The plane is crossing the majestic roof of the world, and there are white clouds under the belly of the plane. Luo Yuan noticed the shape of the clouds, like thousands of flags fluttering in the wind.

"Everest Qiyun?" Luo Yuan smiled indifferently.

The so-called "flag cloud" refers to the milky white smoke cloud that floats on the summit of Mount Everest on a clear day. From a meteorological point of view, flag clouds are formed by convective cumulus clouds, and the magnitude of peak winds can be inferred from the position and height at which they flutter. If the flag cloud flutters upwards, it means that the wind above the air is smaller, and the more downward, the stronger the wind; If it is level with the peak, the wind force is about 9. Therefore, the Everest flag cloud is also known as "the world's highest weather vane".

This kind of flag cloud, which is regarded as a "rare landscape" by ordinary tourists on the ground, has been extremely plain to Luo Yuan. He flies over Mount Everest hundreds of times a year, looking at those flag clouds, like reading the morning newspaper before breakfast. See, not strange; No, on the contrary, it is the strangest.

A stewardess hurried over and curtsied to him: "Sir, please go back to your seat and fasten your seatbelt."

Luo Yuan nodded, put down the wine glass and walked back, and asked casually: "Is the plane experiencing strong convective weather?"

Severe convective weather, air whirlpools, and thunderstorms will bring a certain amount of danger to the aircraft, and the fuselage will tremble irregularly. Of course, this is also something that is often encountered by flyers.

The stewardess shook her head: "Not exactly, the captain said, the clouds are too thick, and all the signals of the plane are unstable." He has done away with autopilot and switched to manual control. ”

As he spoke, Luo Yuan had already returned to his seat and fastened his seat belt.

His gaze shifted from the stewardess's face to the window, and in less than half a minute, the clouds had piled up like cotton stacks, blocking all the bright windows just now.

"What a thick cloud!" Luo Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

The stewardess's face changed slightly, and she nodded to Luo Yuan again, and then walked out quickly.

Luo Yuan believes that several of the captains of the company are recruited by him after personal interviews, and their piloting skills, accumulated flight experience, etc. are quite excellent. Moreover, as an airline executive, he is never afraid to fly, and always calmly faces a small accident.

As soon as he sat down, his gaze naturally returned to the screen. This time, he saw a woman he would never forget.

The woman had short blond hair, a very white face, blue eyes, and a faint sadness in her eyes that could not be expressed in words.

As soon as Luo Yuan saw the other party's eyes, it was as if he had been hit by an electric shock gun, and a tingling sensation spread from the tip of his heart like lightning. The woman's face and figure were extremely petite, no more than one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, and her waist was so thin that she could not hold it. She wore light makeup on her face, had a straight nose, reddish lips, a rather sharp chin, and her chin tucked into the fur collar of her leather coat. A thin person like her wore a pure black fur coat with a chin that almost fell to the ground, blocking most of the small and delicate black leather boots. , people can't help but worry, her little body should not be crushed by the heavy coat.

Luo Yuan is not a person who has never seen a beautiful woman, there are many people who like him and take the initiative to pursue him, and several of them are the daughters of Singaporean dignitaries. It's a pity that the falling flowers are intentional, the flowing water is ruthless, and those girls have never moved him.

Only this time, at the first sight of the woman, he fell hopelessly in love with her, and quickly made a judgment: "German woman, aged between thirty and thirty-five, one hundred and sixty centimeters tall, weighs eighty pounds, and measures ...... three dimensions."

When he estimated the measurements of the other party, he realized that the woman had a woman's charming face but maintained a girl's figure, delicate and beautiful, impeccable.

"Who is she? Is she an angel or a devil? Why is it here?" Luo Yuan asked himself.

The woman stood at the top of an extremely long staircase, her face facing Luo Yuan, as if she was staring at him, and as if she was staring blankly into the unknown distance, her eyes not blinking for a long time. The stairs stretched far behind her, leading to a cyan building.

Suddenly, the woman's lips moved and she spoke.

It is a German phrase, which translates to Chinese, which means: "The years in the mountains change year by year, but I don't know when the time will come."

Luo Yuan's mind immediately floated the sentence "There is no nail in the mountains, and the cold does not know the year", which was the words in the first chapter of the classical masterpiece "Journey to the West".

He immediately pressed the bell and called the stewardess in.

"What do you command, sir?" The stewardess asked.

Luo Yuan pointed to the screen: "Look here, who is she?" How does it appear in the company's aircraft impact system? Go and find out who did it, and find out who this woman is? Where to stay? Go, get it done, and I'll reward you heavily! ”

His attention was completely attracted by the woman, and he didn't notice that the stewardess's face was pale and her emotions were extremely flustered.

"Sir, it's an accident, all the screens on the plane are showing these strange images at the moment." She replied, "The captain and the mechanics have been trying their best to adjust the various instruments, but nothing has worked. In all of our flight records, there has never been a similar situation. ”

Luo Yuan was stunned: "What? Isn't the problem with the source of the images on the plane?"

The stewardess nodded: "Yes, the mechanic has cut off all the audio and video transmission systems, and the screen will still automatically display these without any signal source."

Luo Yuan is familiar with the working principle of any system on the plane, and of course knows that the film and television and music systems on the plane are from the American Boss Company, and the effect and quality are among the best in the world, and there will be no situation for no reason.

"Take me to the captain." He said categorically, then loosened his seat belt.

His special status made it impossible for the stewardess to refuse, so she had to take him to the cockpit.

The captain who piloted the machine was named Schmidt, the co-pilot was Dilan, and the two mechanics were Luan and Branent.

At this moment, the four of them were huddled in the cockpit, four pairs of eyes staring at all the instruments whose pointers had been reset to zero, as if they were four fat geese pinched by their necks.

"Mr. Captain, I brought it"

The stewardess only said a few words before being interrupted angrily by Schmidt: "Get out of here, don't talk to anyone!"

The stewardess was reprimanded, her face flushed, and she immediately burst into tears.

Luo Yuan quickly stepped forward and called Schmidt's name: "Schmidt, it's me, Luo Yuan." Don't reprimand your subordinates, I forced her to bring me. ”

Schmidt turned his head, his face full of muscles trembling uncontrollably, staring at Luo Yuan.

"I want to know, what's going on on the plane?" Luo Yuan then asked.

Schmidt's lips trembled, and he stammered a few words: "Airplane, airplane ...... We can't drive it anymore...... It's impossible, it's impossible...... ...... We're going to die, we're going to die...... Finish! ”

The cockpit is equipped with a total of 16 screens, large and small, which were originally used to monitor the situation of various positions on the aircraft, including the cabin, cargo hold, tail, belly, wings, engines, etc. But, now on sixteen screens, there is only that woman.

"Yokai...... Youkai, that's a youkai......" Dilan also turned his head and pointed to the screen beside Luo Yuan.

In Luo Yuan's opinion, that woman was not a monster, but very moving, beautiful as a fairy.

"Have you ever seen this woman? Whoever can name her, I have a great reward! Luo Yuan only cared about the woman, and he was afraid of the loss of control of the plane, the lives of the hundreds of passengers on board, and his own safety. If you lower his age by twenty years, this kind of love is easy to understand, it is a passionate love that makes the blood boil and disregards a qiē.

Everyone ignored Luo Yuan, but continued to look at the instrument in despair, and the co-pilot pressed a dozen switches crackling, still making a futile last effort.

"I know." Someone behind Luo Yuan interjected.

He turned around, and a middle-aged man in a straight suit looked at him with blazing eyes.

Although the other party spoke Chinese, judging from the skin color and face shape, it was a German, and his Chinese had a faint Berlin accent.

"Your Excellency?" Luo Yuan asked.

"Dürer, assistant director of the Imperial Grand Museum in Munich, Germany." The man replied with a smile and held out his hand politely.

Luo Yuan was suspicious and stretched out his hand to shake the other party.

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