Chapter 138: He is our God
"Be careful!" Jiang Shiyue couldn't help but shout.
Even if he knew that Chen Shanhe couldn't hear her shout at all.
Chen Shanhe reacted quickly, quickly grabbed the dangling rope with both hands, and hung his body in mid-air.
The warriors hanging from the rope ladder above and the men below were desperately trying to stabilize the rope and reduce the pressure on Chen Shanhe.
Chen Shanhe paused in the air, and with the strength of the swing, his legs rehooked the rope and continued to climb up with difficulty.
Jiang Shiyue slowly exhaled a breath, but her heart still didn't fall into place.
As long as Chen Shanhe does not get on the plane, every meter close to the rope ladder, he will stay one meter away from the ground, which means that there is more danger.
His current state is tantamount to climbing a high-rise building with a height of tens of meters with his bare hands without any protective devices.
No, it's more dangerous than climbing a tall building.
At the very least, high-rise buildings don't sway in the wind.
The people at the top of the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain all spontaneously stood up and looked up at Chen Shanhe, who was getting smaller and smaller.
Jiang Shiyue couldn't help but fold her hands and pray secretly.
All people's hearts are hanging in the air like Chen Shanhe.
Obviously, it was only a minute or two, but everyone felt that the second was like a year.
During this period, Chen Shanhe fell off the rope twice, the most dangerous one, only holding the rope with one hand.
Jiang Shiyue didn't know what words to use to describe her mood at the moment.
Her palms were sweaty, but her hands and feet were cold.
Fortunately, Chen Shanhe finally took the rope ladder and was pulled up by the arm of the warrior who had been waiting for him.
Soon, the two men disappeared behind the hatch.
After about a minute, the plane miraculously steadied in mid-air.
It stands to reason that with such a strong wind and such a low altitude, it is impossible for the plane to be stable like this.
Jiang Shiyue breathed a sigh of relief.
It's Chen Shanhe.
This is the strength of an ace pilot.
He did it!
After a few more seconds, someone at the hatch climbed down the unretracted rope ladder and then grabbed the bed sheet rope and slid down.
The crowd who had just relaxed hurriedly pulled up the rope again, so that the rope man could slide safely and accurately to the top of the mountain.
It's much faster to slide down than to climb up.
In just two minutes, more than a dozen officers and soldiers landed safely.
There are only five minutes left for the plane to fly.
Only Chen Shanhe himself was left on the plane.
Jiang Shiyue's heart was in turmoil, and her mind was full of mush.
She only had one thought left, praying that Chen Shanhe would land safely.
A young pilot said anxiously: "The fuel has been alarmed, there is no time and no space, can Chen Ying really come down safely?" ”
Yang Qi raised his head to look at the plane that was still circling, and said in a deep voice: "If only one person can drive this plane down, it can only be him." You've been pilots for a short time, and you've never heard his name. But he is a god in the hearts of us veterans. If he can't do it, no one can. ”
This is also the reason why Yang Qi decided to come down and ask for help after seeing Chen Shanhe's banner.
Jiang Shiyue took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
But it was useless for her to be calm.
In this case, landing a plane is not the same as driving a car into a cramped parking space.
The car can stop in seconds, and the plane needs to glide for some distance after landing.
As the young pilot said, this part of the mountain is not enough.
Yang Qi was not idle, tore the red skirt that Chen Shanhe threw on the ground into strips, and took the pilot down the mountain to arrange the "airstrip".
A transport plane was driven by Chen Shanhe as smoothly as a helicopter.
However, a transport plane is not a helicopter after all.
There were a few times when I almost hit the top of the mountain.
In the midst of all the antiquity, the transport plane finally landed.
But the most dangerous thing is gliding after landing.
The transport plane rushed forward quickly.
Jiang Shiyue's heart rose to her throat again, and she was so nervous that she forgot to breathe.
Seeing the plane out of control rushing towards the small river that had just been used by everyone to extinguish the fire.
"Be careful!"
Many in the crowd couldn't help but shout.
Jiang Shiyue even ran forward two steps uncontrollably before she realized that she couldn't do anything at all.
The plane plunged headlong into the river, slowing down a lot.
Chen Shanhe in the cockpit frowned. It was a little different from what he expected.
He had just come to catch fish in this river, the river was not wide, about four or five meters, and the bottom of the river was soft and there was a thick layer of silt.
On the top of the mountain, Chen Shanhe was planning to use this river to unload part of the plane's impulse.
The ideal state is, of course, for the plane to get stuck in the mud like a car.
Chen Shanhe didn't expect that the small river was tantamount to a small puddle after rain for a huge transport plane.
The resistance was a little less than Chen Shanhe expected, so he could only press the brakes with all his strength and hit the mountain in front of him straight.
If you're lucky, you might be able to pick up a life.
Jiang Shiyue, who was distraught, couldn't help but do a "stupid" thing.
She grabbed the rope of the sheet that had been confiscated and pulled it back desperately, trying to pull the plane back.
But if Jiang Shiyue still has a trace of sanity, he will not do such a brainless move of shaking the tree.
But she has no reason.
His eyes were sour, his face was cold, and his vision was blurred.
The only thought was to hope that the plane would stop.
A gay man who was afraid that Jiang Shiyue would be dragged down by the plane and wanted to step forward to stop her, saw Jiang Shiyue's sad tears on his face, his hand in mid-air paused, gritted his teeth, followed Jiang Shiyue, and pulled up the sheet rope on the ground.
The huge drag dragged down two people at once.
But the third quickly pulled the rope.
Fourth, fifth, ......
In a short time, almost all the young adults among the passengers and refugees were standing by the ropes, like a tug-of-war, trying to win the plane that rushed forward.
The rope of the sheets is stretched in a straight line.
Everyone was in a quandary.
Don't use your strength for fear of the plane hitting the mountain.
I'm afraid that the rope will break.
It's like two people grabbing a piece of paper, when the paper breaks, the force will fall backwards due to the reaction force.
The strength of a few hundred people should not be underestimated, even a transport plane will be affected. In the unlikely event that the rope of the sheet breaks, the transporter will instead accelerate into the mountain ahead.
The young man who had thrown the sheets before suddenly shouted: "Everyone is relieved and hold on to the rope." ”
Jiang Shiyue instantly understood what the young man meant. Use the weight of a few hundred people to slow down the transporter.
In this way, even if the rope is broken, it will not allow the conveyor to accelerate.
She was the first to fall to the ground cooperatively.
A few more people reacted and quickly fell down holding the rope.
The rest did the same.
Lying on the ground, holding on to the rope, the plane dragged away.
Even if the average weight is 100 catties, it is tens of thousands of catties, about 20 tons.
The blind spot of the plane was too big, and Chen Shanhe couldn't see what Jiang Shiyue and they had done.
It is only known that the speed of the transport plane has dropped slightly faster.
He couldn't see it, but he could guess that Jiang Shiyue must have done something behind.
Jiang Shiyue was in pain at the moment.
The palms of my hands hurt abrasively.
The body brushed the stones, dead branches, and so on on on the ground.
was stabbed and scratched, and his whole body was hot and painful.
The only thing she could do was raise her face high.
For a woman, the face is more important than life, life can be without, but the face cannot be disfigured when she dies.
Not only Jiang Shiyue, but everyone on the rope is the same.
They all suffered the pain of dragging, but no one let go of their hands.
Jiang Shiyue closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and suffered double pain without saying a word.