Just as everyone in the cabin breathed a sigh of relief, the pilot ran out of the cockpit again, stumbled in front of us, and reported to Khrulev: "Comrade Minister, the rudder of the plane has been broken, and a hole has been punched in the fuel tank. At the moment we have very little fuel left, and it is impossible to land in Vladivostok as originally planned. The pilot said that we must land as soon as possible, otherwise there will be a possibility of a crash. ”

"Let the driver find the right lot to prepare for the crash landing." In front of the panicked pilot, Khrulev remained calm and tried to give orders to him as if nothing had happened.

After the pilot's back disappeared at the door of the cockpit, Khrulev's voice sounded in the cabin again, because the situation was dangerous, so his tone was also a little hurried: "Everyone immediately fasten their seat belts, maintain a forced landing posture and prepare to land!" ”

I listened to Khrulev's warning, and at the same time looked out through the porthole, only to see the shadow of land at the end of the coastline ahead, and the plane was constantly lowering altitude, and it seemed that the American pilot was preparing to make a forced landing there.

Seeing the sea outside the porthole getting closer and closer, I couldn't help but grab the backrest of the seat in front of me as well. Although I have never made a forced landing, I know very well how dangerous it is to land with injuries this time. Even if the US pilots do not make a mistake, it is unlikely that everyone on the passenger plane will be safe after the final landing.

On the last leg of the flight, I could clearly feel the plane swaying far more than at any other time. However, although most of the attachés were not military personnel, they were still trying to maintain their composure, and the entire cabin was filled except for the roar of the plane's engines. I couldn't hear anything else.

Just as I was secretly praying that the US pilot would find a piece of sand and make a safe landing, the plane slammed downward. Then the fuselage jerked, as if it was touching the ground. All the people in the cabin were staggered by the tremendous force of the impact.

If I hadn't held on to the back of the chair in front of me, I would have been bounced out of my seat. After the plane touched the ground, the vibration did not weaken. Instead, it gets worse and worse, like a car speeding down a bumpy road.

Looking out the porthole at the sand that obscured my view, I felt a little relieved, after all, we had a much higher chance of surviving if we were making a crash landing on the beach than on a cliff or a rocky beach.

The plane taxied for an unknown amount of time and finally stopped. Thankfully, the fuselage has always remained stable and has not tumbled. So. This greatly reduces the chance of casualties among passengers in the cabin. In addition, the plane's fuel tank was leaked, and most of the fuel leaked during the flight, which also avoided the possibility of explosion during landing.

When Khrulev and I, supported by our attaché, came to the outside of the cabin, I found that the plane was parked about two hundred meters from the beach, and after being plowed through by the heavy and huge fuselage of the airliner, there were several deep marks on the sand. At this moment, the front half of the fuselage of the passenger plane has been covered with sand, and the second half of the fuselage is still exposed.

I saw a red mark on Khrulev's forehead. It may have just landed and hit a table and chair in front of you. I quickly closed my right eye and looked around with only my left. I found that in addition to a slight feeling of swelling, I can see things quite clearly, and I believe that during the forced landing that just ended, the violent shock did not cause my retina to fall off again.

"Has anyone been hurt?" Khrulev asked aloud at the attachés, who were crawling out of the cabin.

An attaché walked up to Khrulev and reported to him: "Comrade Minister, only two comrades in the cabin were slightly injured during the landing. The accompanying doctor is bandaging them. ”

I listened to the attaché only report on the situation in the cabin, but he didn't mention the situation in the cockpit of the plane, which was all buried in sand at the moment, so I grabbed his arm and asked nervously, "What about the three pilots in the cockpit?" ”

The attaché took a look. I opened my mouth but didn't make any sound. Seeing his reaction, Khrulev suddenly showed an unhappy expression on his face, and urged: "Tell me, how are the three pilots in the wheelhouse?" ”

Seeing that Khrulev was showing signs of anger, the attaché said in a hesitant manner: "The American pilot and navigator are dead, and our pilot is also seriously wounded, and it seems that he has broken a few ribs. ”

When I heard that the pilot was seriously injured, I quickly straightened up and looked around. But except for the endless sea and the yellow sand, there is no human population in sight. Seeing this situation, my heart was very heavy, and I thought that if the pilot was not treated in time, then he would be more than lucky.

"Can the radio station still be contacted?" I was in a state of sorrow, when suddenly I heard Khrulev's voice again.

His words gave me hope that as long as there was a radio station, then we could tell Vladivostok where it was and let them send someone to rescue him.

"Although the radio station is still working, the signal is not good, and I have never been able to contact the base." The attaché said with a look of embarrassment: "And even if we contact the base, we can't tell us exactly where we are." If they want to find us, they will have to cast a net and send a large number of troops to search. ”

Originally, when I heard that the radio was still usable, I was still happy in my heart, but after listening to his later words, my heart suddenly cooled down. Our plane made a forced landing on the beach in the village of Qianbuba, and even if the commander of the base sent a large number of men to search, it would not be possible to find us in a short time. By the time they arrived, it was estimated that the seriously wounded pilot had already died.

"Comrade Minister, in fact, things are not as desperate as we imagined." An attaché who was sitting not far away with a wounded leg suddenly said loudly: "Even if we don't use the radio to call for help from the base, the search and rescue troops will come soon." ”

Hearing him say this, Khrulev and I couldn't help but ask in unison: "Why?" ”

The attaché pointed to the air and said, "Have you forgotten the fighter plane that just escorted us?" They will report our location to the base, and I believe it will not be long before the troops who rescue us will arrive. ”

I looked up into the sky and saw that the US fighter plane and another Chinese plane were still hovering overhead. Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly, saying in my heart that I had been in a panic and had forgotten the fighter planes that escorted us. It is believed that the pilots of the fighters will soon be able to report our location to the base side through the on-board radio.

Now that we know that the base can find the location of our forced landing, it is possible to send troops to rescue in time. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and found a place around the plane to sit down and rest. Khrulev was not idle, he bent down into the engine room and went to the command to go down to carry the wounded pilot.

After a few minutes, not only the wounded pilot was carried out, but also the two American pilots who had died. Seeing the two bodies being placed in the open space next to the plane, everyone, including me, got up from where they were done and gathered around. The people wearing hats took off their hats one after another, bowed their heads and mourned for the two brave pilots, if it were not for their calm bravery, and superb piloting skills, so that the plane could maintain the stability of the fuselage after the forced landing, and there was no rollover or rolling, so as to ensure that most of us would have survived intact.

When the silence was over, Khrulev instructed one of his entourage: "You go and find something, first cover the bodies of the two American pilots." When the rescue troops arrived, the two bodies were transported back to the base and returned to their loved ones in due course. ”

"Report to Comrade Minister," one of the attachés ran to Khrulev and reported to him: "There is dust rising in the distance, and it seems that the troops searching for us are coming. ”

"Let's go, let's see." When Khrulev heard the report of the attaché, he immediately raised his eyebrows and turned sideways to me: "Oshanina, come with me to see." ”

A few of us bypassed the sand pile that buried half of the fuselage, and came to a place with a wide field of vision, and saw that the sand was rising high in the distance. From the height of the sand raised, it was a relatively large convoy.

A few minutes later, two dozen trucks with tents and a few jeeps rushed to a stop a few dozen meters away from us, carrying dust flying in the sky. As soon as the car came to a stop, countless soldiers in black naval uniforms jumped out of the car and rushed towards us with their weapons raised. When I accidentally turned around, I even noticed that in the distance on the sea, several small speedboats had appeared, and the speedboats that were docking were planted with the flag of the Soviet Navy.

The group of sailors stopped just a few meters from us, on alert. A naval officer with the rank of captain came out of the ranks, strode up to me and Khrulev, raised his hand in salute, and reported loudly: "Comrade General, we are the 355th Marine Battalion of the Pacific Fleet, and we have been ordered to rescue you. I'm the battalion commander, Captain Smulley, and I'm at your behest of orders, please instruct! ”

Khrulev saw a happy smile on his face when he saw the black oppression of sailors in front of him, he shook Captain Smurray's hand, and said with a smile: "Captain, I have finally looked forward to you." We have wounded and fallen pilots here, so please send a few men to carry them to the truck. (To be continued.) )

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