Chapter Seventy-One: Hydraulic Failure!

After confirming that the bomb would not explode, Qin Xuan stood up from the ground.

In the captain's shocked eyes, he said lightly, "Don't worry, it won't explode."

"But your face is terrible, are you sure you're okay?"

The captain paused for a moment, then said slowly, "I should be fine."

"But the plane's autopilot is broken, and I need to manually operate the whole time."

"Can you please give me a hand?"

"I don't think the co-pilot, they're going to wake up so soon."

Qin Xuan answered, but before helping the captain, he still went to the cabin first.

He wasn't sure if those guys were the only ones who had planted this one bomb.

So while asking the flight attendant to help reassure the passengers, he also carefully inspected every corner of the plane.

Fortunately, there were no similar dangerous items other than the bomb in the cab.

Back in the cockpit, the captain's face became more and more pale, and Qin Xuan hurriedly walked to his side, only to find that he actually had an extremely deep wound on his body.

Although the bleeding had stopped, judging from the large blood stains on the ground, he should be in a state of excessive blood loss now.

No wonder the face is so bad.

"Don't worry, I can still hold on."

"When I was in the army, I was much more injured than I am now."

Perhaps in order to appease Qin Xuan's emotions, the captain forced a smile.

But soon, his face was not so relaxed.

"What's wrong?" Qin Xuan noticed the other party's abnormality.

The captain smiled wryly, "Our autothrottle is broken."

"Does it have any effect?"

"Yes." The captain nodded.

"The throttle of an airplane controls the power of the engine."

"When the aircraft is climbing, flying and landing, the autothrottle will automatically adjust to the corresponding position to ensure that the aircraft can complete the maneuver."

"But the autothrottle is broken, which means that we need to do it manually."

"In this way, I'll try to control the flight and landing of the plane, and you mainly cooperate with the throttle."

Qin Xuan nodded, "You say, I'll do it."

"Okay." The captain replied.

"I'll tell you the basics of the throttle first."

"See those two white particles?"

"I see," Qin Xuan replied.

"That's the throttle of the plane."

"The push handle on the left controls the engine on the left side of the plane, and the push handle on the right controls the engine on the right side."

"When the throttle is full, it will provide the most thrust, otherwise, it will run at the slowest rpm."

"Now it's in flight, and it keeps us running smoothly in the air."

"So, I need you to keep an eye on the throttle and if you notice that it's fluctuating, you have to put it back in its current state."

"Understood."

Hearing the captain's explanation, Qin Xuan immediately comprehended the essence of it.

While keeping his eyes on the accelerator, he asked the captain, "Since you said that it controls the engines of the plane, do you need to operate it when you land later?"

The captain nodded, "When landing, I need you to pull both throttles down slowly."

"Remember, be sure to keep in sync."

"Otherwise, there is a high chance that we will have the fuselage spin or even roll over."

"Understood."

Qin Xuan answered, and then did not answer again.

With his current ability, he only needs to listen to it once to ensure that he can make the right operation in time.

In this way, the plane flew all the way to the magic capital without danger.

Soon, it came to the landing range of the Modu Airport.

The captain turned on the communication and applied to the tower again for landing and rescue.

The tower told the captain that all the crew was on standby, just waiting for them to land.

The captain replied "understood", and at the same time issued an order to Qin Xuan to lower the throttle.

Qin Xuan slowly lowered the thrust of the engine as the captain said.

The nose of the plane was successfully pressed, and the speed gradually decreased to the point where it could land.

But just when everything was going well, the unexpected happened.

The aircraft completely lost its response to the captain's actions.

Whether it's turning left and right, going up and down, or even retracting the landing gear, all operations fail.

"Oh no, the hydraulics are zero!"

"I'm completely out of control of the plane!"

The captain shouted, and for the first time, his hands left the joystick.

He hurriedly looked through the manual to find a solution.

But at this time, the plane had already begun to plunge its head down diagonally towards the ground.

The plane began to jolt violently, and the fuselage began to lose control.

Seeing this, Qin Xuan hurriedly pushed the accelerator of the engine upward, directly increasing the output power of the engine.

"What are you doing?!"

The captain was startled, and stretched out his hand to stop Qin Xuan.

But he was already very weak at this time, and his body could no longer make large movements at all, so he could only watch Qin Xuan operate.

Qin Xuan's hands moved forward steadily, and the throttle of the engine was pushed higher and higher by him.

As the roar of the engine gradually increased, the entire plane miraculously regained its balance!

"The throttle controls the power of the engine."

"Then you must be able to control the movement of the fuselage."

"Now that we're close to the airport, tell the tower that we need enough space to make a forced landing!"

After the plane returned to stability, Qin Xuan said to the captain very seriously.

When the captain heard this, he was immediately stunned.

The throttle can control the fuselage, an operation he has also heard in some safety meetings.

But these are all experiences that can only be summed up after countless flying experiences, how does the other party, a hairy boy in his twenties, know?

But the captain also understands very well that now he has no time to delay.

He hurriedly reported to the tower according to what Qin Xuan said.

The tower also raced against time and immediately informed the captain:

Runway 1 at Modu Airport is the longest runway with a length of 4 km.

Evacuation of the crowd is already underway.

"Got it, you hurry up and inform all passengers, pay attention to safety, and when I get familiar with the operation, we will make a forced landing."

Hearing the captain's synchronous information, Qin Xuan responded.

The captain immediately picked up the radio microphone on the plane, took a deep breath, and said to everyone in as smooth a voice as possible: "I am Captain Yan Huaizhong, please keep quiet, obey the command of the crew, and prepare an anti-collision posture."

"Again, please be quiet, follow the instructions of the crew, and prepare for an anti-collision posture."

Yan Huaizhong's voice fell, and the flight attendants who were comforting the passengers in the cabin began to explain the essentials of the anti-collision posture to the passengers as soon as possible.

"Passengers, please put your feet flat and your hips close to the back of your seat."

"Keep your head down and bend forward."

"Folded your hands on your head, elbows tightened, and rested your head on the back of the seat in front of you."

"If you don't have a seat back in front of you, or if you can't hold the seat back, grab your hands around your ankles or wrap your knees."

"I'll repeat it again."

"First, put your feet flat and your hips against the back of the seat."

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"Grab your hands around your ankles, or wrap your knees around you."

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