No one dared to complain anymore. The officer patted everyone on the back and told whoever was patted to get on the plane. Their ladder and the plane were not even integrated.
Shuo Yu finally saw the inside of the "so-called transport plane". There wasn't even a single seat in it. In order to fit more people, someone had dismantled them all. Doubing's head was on his butt, and his head was on the butt of another person he didn't know.
Before he could express his opinion, there was a commotion behind him. It turned out that Li Wula and Yao Ma and others could not come up because of the lack of numbers.
Doubing and Bu La reached out to the hatch, perhaps trying to pull Yao Ma up, but they both failed, and the hatch was finally closed.
"Bean cake, it's not spicy, come down!"
In the end, Yao Ma was completely locked out. Shuo Yu found a comfortable position to lean back, with Kang Ya opposite him. Before the plane even took off, he had already started vomiting, shouting "I'm going to die, I'm going to die~!"
After Kang Ya was vomiting due to airsickness, she realized that flying a plane is actually no different from driving a car. They both have two wheels, and miraculously she no longer felt airsick. It was really amazing.
The two American pilots in the front cockpit were cursing and talking to each other. A broken plane with its landing gear not even repaired was about to take off with these people who were about to become cannon fodder.
Shuoyu looked out through the small window of the plane, listening to Meng Fanle's lies and A Yi saying that they arrived in the blink of an eye.
He silently extended his hand to the heavy plane that was still trying to climb, releasing a little spiritual power to help "her" climb to the flight altitude faster.
Shuo Yu felt that he and the guys around him were like half-dead fish staggering in a container. They were trying their best to grab everything they could to stabilize their bodies.
They ignored the vomit bags because, with the sudden drop in temperature and their swaying bodies, vomiting was almost the least of their worries.
Shuoyu alone had bean cakes hanging on his body, Kangya, Milong, the veterinarian, and five other people. These were only the hands he recognized.
Fortunately, accompanied by the pilot's angry curses, they finally took off and finally stabilized.
After realizing that the plane had finally stabilized, everyone began to shiver and lean over the small windows to look out. For those who were flying for the first time, the view in the sky was still very beautiful.
If Shuoyu is in the first class of an airline, he will even take out his phone to check in and take a photo of himself and post a circle of friends to show off secretly.
But he was now on the damn transport plane. He could only let the black hands grab his body, and then listen to their descriptions and slowly exhale.
Helping such a plane to quickly climb to its current altitude is a very delicate matter.
"Those clouds are just like the flour balls we have back home. They look delicious." This is Kang Ya who just vomited into the vomit bag.
"I heard from my dad that there are gods living in the sky!" Doubing, with a simple and honest face, stared at the clouds that looked like millions of blooming flowers, and at the same time, like the shock wave of a bomb.
"There's a dragon living in here. You're the cat in the clouds. If it eats you up and spits you out, you'll end up in the Northeast!"
This is Milong, who talks about the Northeast every other sentence.
"That's right, if you're scared yourself, you'll scare others half to death too!"
The veterinarian is old and doesn't like looking at heights. It reminds him that he is very high above the ground. He is afraid that his heart will jump out of his throat and break into eight pieces if he looks at it.
Milong laughed heartily and leaned against the window, as if he was looking at the black land thousands of miles away.
His laughter was always contagious. Perhaps because the atmosphere had become more relaxed, they finally stopped climbing on each other, and Shuo Yu was released. He had almost been strangled by one of the black hands.
One of them, probably the co-pilot, threw them a piece of cloth that no one knew what it was made of before. Because hypothermia at high altitude can also be fatal, the standard American pronunciation reached Shuoyu's ears.
"Okay, now relax a little, Chinese soldiers. I promise you'll be fine. We'll be there soon. Just don't freeze to death!"
Meng Fanle used his not very proficient English. Before, his English was only active in textbooks and on his father's old-fashioned face.
But no matter what, he understood, but now he just wanted to know when they would arrive.
"English! Very good. First we climbed, then we flew, and then we descended to the airport. When we arrived we had a cup of English afternoon tea. Delicious!"
The pilot made a tea drinking gesture, which made Shuo Yu laugh. He had a completely American look and demeanor, and told them to relax optimistically and fearlessly.
Suddenly, an excited voice sounded.
"It's going to be numb! It's going to be numb! They're going to be numb and catch up—!"
The Hunanese's voice made everyone crawl over to see. In the crowded clouds, you can understand why it always rains in Zenda.
Shuo Yu was also interested and wanted to take a look, and then he heard Meng Fanle's voice shouting "Fighter plane! It's the Japanese fighter plane——!"
It's like a nightmare that everyone has had.
He sighed, resigned himself to his fate and sat back down, watching as many pairs of dirty hands grew back onto his body in a panic.
The loud noise of the plane engine made it impossible for him to hear what he was saying, but he still shouted,
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