Chapter 78 Fu Wangye, I'll be waiting for you to come back safely in Beijing
The brain reacts before anything else.
Meng Beizhi said solemnly: "Next 8400."
The channel that was lively just now was now silent.
No one spoke.
How small is the chance of an airplane windshield breaking?
Meng Beizhi was calmer at this time.
An airplane is not a motorcycle or a car.
The weight and balance of the entire aircraft have been calculated.
Sometimes, the seats are even adjusted forwards and backwards because they are not balanced enough.
A cracked windshield not only obstructs the driver's vision.
It may even cause an imbalance in the aircraft's air pressure, and in severe cases, the entire aircraft may be out of control.
Meng Beizhi stared at the radar screen.
The intern quickly reported the situation to her.
She asked Fu Wangye: "What's the specific situation? Are there any other malfunctions on the plane? What's the condition of the passengers?"
The voice was still as gentle as usual.
Only in this way can people in the cockpit feel at ease.
So that you won’t make mistakes due to panic.
Fu Wangye didn't say anything, probably asking someone to check it out in detail.
After a moment, he said, "Everything is normal, only the glass is broken."
Meng Beizhi said: "Haitian 3576, down 8000."
"Egret 19876 up 9200."
"Phoenix 8950 on 01."
"Kyushu cuts right, south goes down 3000"
"The east wind turns the double bridges——"
She methodically and quickly cleared all aircraft from the field.
At the same time, he did not forget to contact Fu Wangye, "Haitian 3576, I've seen your schedule. Aren't you on vacation today?"
Fu Wangye sat in the cockpit, but he was very calm.
After hearing what Meng Beizhi said, he said, "I'll be covering for you today."
Zhao Heng went to Maldives last night.
The co-pilot working with him today is a newcomer.
His face was completely drained of color.
"Captain Fu, aren't you afraid?"
"How many planes does it take to have a shattered windshield? This is just, just—"
He didn't finish what he said, but everyone knew what was going on.
Fu Wangye said: "It won't be a serious problem. It's just a minor issue and the tower is already coordinating for us."
The first officer flying with him clearly didn't have much experience.
Fu Wangye could only calm him down first.
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Beizhi's voice came again, "Haitian 3576, keep in touch with me at any time."
Hearing the obvious worry in her voice.
Fu Wangye's voice was slightly hoarse.
But the next second.
Meng Beizhi asked again, "Fu Wangye, can you hear me? Fu Wangye!"
Everyone could hear her worry and nervousness at this moment.
Sister Chen held her shoulders, trying to give her some comfort.
Only then did Meng Beizhi realize that his palms were covered in cold sweat.
She could only control her emotions and spoke again: "Haitian 3576, Jingbei calling."
"Meng Beizhi."
Fu Wangye spoke slowly, "I can hear you."
The accident happened after this sentence!
Fu Wangye watched as the cracks in the windshield became increasingly apparent.
He gasped!
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Meng Beizhi once again called out in the channel: "Haitian 5639, can you hear me?"
"Haitian 5639, I hear you talking!"
I called more than ten times in a row, but no one answered.
The Haitian 3576 piloted by Fu Wangye lost contact.
Everyone in the control tower who knew the situation gathered around.
But no one dared to speak.
At the same time, the plane.
It is tilting in an extremely large arc.
Their windshield was broken!
The wind from ten thousand meters above the ground blew straight into my face.
The flight attendant stumbled in: "There's an injured passenger on the plane!"
Fu Wangye's face was covered with many fine scratches from the broken glass.
He still sat firmly in the cockpit.
The radar had been completely disconnected from the control tower. He gave a solemn order, "First, calm the passengers and maintain order in the cabin. Avoid any disturbances. For now, tell them we're encountering a strong turbulence."
"Keep contacting the tower using radar. The plane won't fall for a while. We still have time."
He himself is a retired fighter.
No matter what kind of emergency situation you face, you can face it calmly.
What’s more, there are hundreds of lives on the plane!
He had to maintain the utmost composure.
Time passed minute by minute, but Fu Wangye still could not be contacted.
Meng Beizhi's voice even became hoarse.
But suddenly—
"Haitian 3576, the tower is calling you, answer received."
This is the voice of Captain Bai Lu.
Immediately following.
Captain Jiuzhou: "Haitian 3576, the tower is calling you. Received."
Captain Phoenix: "Haitian 3576, the tower is calling you."
The captain of the Southern Airlines flight: "Haitian 3576, the tower is calling you."
"Haitian 3576, the control tower is calling you..."
Everyone in the channel tacitly called out for the missing Haitian 3576.
One sound after another.
But no one stopped.
Five minutes...
Ten minutes...
Twenty minutes...
Thirty minutes...
Still no one answered.
The channel was dead silent.
No one dared to think about the worst outcome.
until--
A burst of noisy sounds suddenly broke into the channel.
And with a familiar voice.
“MaydayMaydayMayday!”
Fu Wangye's voice sounded vague and was accompanied by the harsh sound of wind.
"The cabin of Haitian 3576 is depressurized! The cabin is depressurized! The cabin is depressurized!"
"We are now flying towards Chongzhou, descending to 4200! Descending to 4200!"
Meng Beizhi immediately followed up: "You can now bet 3600 to maintain!"
In chaos.
She heard Fu Wangye seem to groan.
He immediately asked, "Are you injured?"
Fu Wangye's voice was mixed with the sound of the wind, and no emotion could be heard. "Meng Beizhi, even now, are you unwilling to give me an accurate answer?"
He knew better than to ask such questions now.
But warm blood flowed from his forehead and dripped onto his clothes.
His heart began to beat uncontrollably.
He asked, "What were you thinking when you couldn't contact me just now?"
Meng Beizhi didn't hesitate, "I'm thinking about your safety."
Fu Wangye said, "Meng Beizhi, you are avoiding the question again."
Meng Beizhi was shaking uncontrollably.
Only those eyes were still fixed on the radar screen.
The howling wind came from the channel.
It was more like it hit her directly in the heart.
It made her heart ache suddenly.
She pinched her palm tightly with her nails: "Fu Wangye, I'll wait for you in Jingbei——"
"Wait until you come back safely."
The sound over there was even more vague.
But Meng Beizhi always felt as if he could still hear the screams and cries of the crowd.
She murmured softly: "Fu Wangye, today is New Year's Eve."
It seemed as if someone was responding to her.
Fu Wangye said: "Zhizhi, happy New Year's Eve——"
Meng Beizhi didn't know when Sister Chen pulled him up from the chair.
She couldn't stand steadily.
And everyone is waiting for good news from Chongzhou——
I hope Fu Wangye can land safely.
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