Chapter 87: Fitting of the fuselage? (Add to update, please subscribe!)

In the cockpit of Blue Sky 9211, the captain and the first co-pilot were both struggling to bring poles back, but the downward airflow from the outside was extremely strong, which made the plane unable to lift its head. Even if the two of them worked together, it was still useless.

The sound of area control echoed in the headphones and speakers, but for some reason, the noise of the radio was very serious, and Xu Cang couldn't hear clearly what the controller was saying.

However, we can probably guess what the content is. Now they are diving from 9,800 meters, and the regional controller is abnormal because they are not in a hurry.

However, it is not that they do not want to return to their original height, but that the downward airflow is always suppressing their rise.

However, suddenly, the radio communication signal seemed to be getting better, and the anxious voice of the area controller rang out in the headphones and speakers at the same time: "Blue sky 9211, keep the height immediately, and there is a gunfire area below!"

This sentence was so shocking that it was heard by the three people in the cockpit. Even the captain and the first co-pilot in front of him were slightly stunned. But after a moment of loss of consciousness, the two of them pulled the pole back like crazy, and the blue veins on their foreheads appeared faintly.

At this moment, the two people in front must not be able to reply to the controller, so Xu Cang made a communication on his behalf. There happened to be a handheld microphone on his side and immediately called Ukrainian City to control: "Ukrainian City, Blue Sky 9211, where is the area of ​​the artillery firing area below?"

In the area control room, the controller of the ant on the hot pan heard Xu Cang's voice and immediately fell into ecstasy. He immediately said anxiously: "There are gunfire areas below 8,500 meters in height. Now the activities in the gunfire area have not stopped yet. I have contacted the military and requested to suspend gunfire activities, but I don't know if it's too late, so you should keep the height quickly."

"Eight thousand five hundred meters?" Xu Cang looked at the altimeter. At this moment, the aircraft's altitude was almost nine thousand meters, but the descent rate was still close to two thousand feet per minute. At this moment, the descent rate of more than five hundred meters was only one minute.

The conversation between the controller and Xu Cang was also heard by the captain and the first co-pilot. The hairs on both of them were standing up. Below was the still-moving gunfire area. If you go in there, wouldn't you be treated as a target?

However, the descent rate of the aircraft has not decreased at all, and the captain couldn't help but panic. Seeing that the rear-leader has not improved, he began to keep playing the elevator backwards to level the elevator.

Xu Cang's mind is now considering the subsequent response methods. He did not notice the captain's behavior of constantly matching the mates in the back. In addition, the cockpit is relatively noisy at this moment, and the screams from the cabin behind are also obscuring Xu Cang's perception. He did not hear the sound of the mates rotating at all.

"Wu City."

Just when Xu Cang wanted to continue to communicate with the regulator whether there were other emergency solutions, he had just said two words, but suddenly his words were interrupted. Amid the chaotic voices around him, he seemed to hear a trace of unusual movement.

However, the sound from the outside world was too chaotic. He just felt something, but could not determine whether he had heard it. However, Xu Cang could not tell what was causing his heartstrings. But this interruption restrained Xu Cang's mind. He suddenly noticed that the trim wheel of the plane was turning backwards. When he saw that the captain's left thumb was placed on the electric trim door, a layer of cold sweat couldn't help but seep out of his back.

"What are you doing?" Xu Cang didn't care about talking to the controller now, and shouted loudly: "Let go of the balance!"

The first co-pilot was shocked by Xu Cang's roar, but the captain was tit-for-tat: "You didn't hear the gunfire area below just now? Shut up and don't interfere with our operations."

The captain's mind is no longer tolerant, just thinking about how to recover from the dive. The altitude of 500 meters can't last long!

"Damn it!" Xu Cang wanted to slap the captain, but in the end he still held it back.

The reason why Xu Cang was so angry was that he could not use too much pitch balance when the nose was too low. This kind of control not only would not help the modification, but would even have a counterproductive effect, adding additional air load to the aircraft.

This should be the most basic modification procedure, but the captain is now blinding and cannot withstand any doubts.

At this moment, the cabin communication request ringtone suddenly rang in the cockpit, and the flight attendant was calling them. At such a moment, how could the cockpit have the energy to manage the cabin? Xu Cang did not care about the ringtone of the cabin.

However, seeing that the cockpit had not responded for a long time, the cabin was still calling, making the cockpit full of call bells.

"Come on this time!"

Xu Cang was really irritated. In the situation that was already chaotic, the cabin had to be inserted. To be honest, why would the flight attendant not know that other young flight attendants were ignorant? At this time, they kept calling the cockpit?

Xu Cang, who could not bear it anymore, finally couldn't stand it and directly switched the transmitter to the channel for internal communication of the cabin: "What the hell is it?"

However, the person who answered Xu Cang was not the flight attendant, but Xia Shuyue, a flight attendant on this flight.

Xia Shuyue originally thought it would be the captain to answer the call, but unexpectedly, after the call was Xu Cang's voice. She was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "Brother, I heard the creaking sound in the back cabin, and it is becoming more and more obvious now."

"The creaking sound?" After such a reminder, Xu Cang instantly thought of the little movement that Wen Fei had just smelled. Is it just like the creaking sound that Xia Shuyue said?

"No, no, no, no!" Almost immediately, Xu Cang thought of a bad possibility. No, it is very bad to be precise.

He quickly turned the transmitter back to the first VHF and notified the Ukrainian controller in the channel: "Blue sky 9211, affected by the downward airflow, we will drop below 8,500 meters. Please contact the military as soon as possible to suspend the activity."

After saying that, Xu Cang did not wait for the controller's reply, put down the microphone and shouted at the two guys in front who were still playing the match with poles: "Stop, the load on the plane is about to exceed the limit!"

In the regional control room, after receiving Xu Cang's notice, the controller first looked confused, and then his heart seemed to be grabbed hard and almost stopped. Then, he stood up again and shouted at Cheng Yuan, a colleague in charge of contacting the bureau in the corner: "Cheng Yuan, hurry up, the plane is about to break through the top of the cannon firing area."

Cheng Yuan held the landline microphone, sweating profusely, and repeated: "It's coming soon, it's coming soon!"

At this moment, the director of the Ukrainian Control Office came in leisurely. He went out to breathe just now, and now he was really refreshed. But when he came in, he heard shouting inside, and couldn't help but get angry: "What are you doing, your voice is so loud?"

As he said that, he saw the area controller who was still standing: "What's the matter, fuss?"

When the regional controller saw that the director was finally back, his face collapsed: "Director, something big happened."

In the cockpit, Xu Cang once again asked the captain and the co-pilot to stop, but the two people in front kept their heads shut and continued to operate.

Xu Cang fell completely gloomy. Seeing that the plane was almost at the top of the cannon shooting area, and the plane's descent rate was always the same. The two people in front were walking alone again. An uncontrollable anger suddenly erupted in Xu Cang's chest.

During the life and death, Xu Cang didn't care about so much and shouted decisively: "You two idiots, stop for me quickly!"

Because he was too excited, Xu Cang unconsciously held his right hand tightly, and just pressed the speech microphone he held in his right hand. In an instant, Xu Cang's voice was directly stored.

Under the instructions of the director, the regional controller just adjusted the radio communication signal to the speaker. In an instant, most of the Wucheng regional control rooms were resounding with Xu Cang's loud shouts.

The staff in the huge regional control room looked at each other and sighed inwardly that the crew of Blue Sky Airlines were all so fierce? Even the director, who had always been calm, was a little shocked by Xu Cang's angry words.

However, the anxious voice of the area controller soon came: "Director, they are going to pass through the top of the cannon shooting area!"

Now, the director immediately turned his attention to the radar. He saw that the altitude of the aircraft had dropped to 8,600 meters at this moment, and it was touching the top of the cannon firing area, and it was still decreasing. It seemed that it was a foregone conclusion to break through the boundary.

The director's heart tightened and looked at Cheng Yuan in the corner again: "Have you coordinated yet, the plane has already entered."

"I'm coordinating, I'm coordinating." Cheng Yuan was upset: "Don't urge me, my head is getting bigger."

Originally, this kind of planned military activity was not stopped as soon as possible, let alone that civil aviation and military aviation were independent of each other. The coordination between the two system departments was born with a certain degree of lag. However, both the regional controller and the director were urging him tirelessly, which made him feel even more anxious.

The director was also a knowledgeable person. He said it and stopped disturbing him. Instead, he called the regional controller and asked: "You just said that the crew reported that the unplanned descent of the aircraft was affected by the unexpected downward airflow?"

"Yes, what did the crew say?" the area controller confirmed.

"What a strong downward airflow!" The director said in surprise. The Boeing 737 is not a training aircraft with a single-engine propeller, but a behemoth of dozens of tons. It can't be driven by the downward airflow. It is rare. The director looked at the radar screen and asked again: "Where did they start to descend?"

The area controller recalled and pointed to a point on the radar screen: "It's the point after P37."

"Then take P37 as the center point, and the aircraft is not allowed to enter within a radius of forty nautical miles. Contact the general dispatch room and apply for the temporary restricted area to be drawn." The director paused: "Also, inform the Ukrainian Meteorological Observatory of the situation and let them re-analyze the weather intensity in the area. Also, please breathe with Lanshan, Jianchuan, and Hanjing to let them explain the situation of the aircraft flying to our area in advance. In addition, inform Blue Sky Aviation."

In the cockpit, Xu Cang's fierce words did not play any role, but instead angered the captain. He only heard him scolding loudly: "The plane is about to enter the cannon shooting area. Do you want us to stop? Do you want us to be knocked out like a target? If you don't bring a pole and don't play the mate backwards, what do you think you should do?"

Xu Cang was even more angry. The captain was hopeless, so he loudly refuted: "If the aircraft dive at a large angle, if the pole is too strong and too fast, the load on the aircraft will increase rapidly. You are still matting it backwards, which will only increase the load faster. Once the aircraft load exceeds the standard, the fuselage may break."

However, the captain's mind is now all about the gunfire area, so how could he listen to Xu Cang's words?

In conventional cognition, if the plane rushes down, it must carry a pole. This is an instinctive reaction, no matter for the pilot. However, a truly excellent pilot is not dominated by instinct, but can always keep a clear mind to distinguish various situations.

Just as Xu Cang finished speaking, the first co-pilot suddenly shouted: "Brother, the plane has dropped below 8,500 meters and entered the cannon firing area."

The controller had not sent a message that the artillery fire area had stopped moving, so what was greeted by them might be a shell. The captain ignored Xu Cang's reminder, and the force of the rod had increased a little more, as if the plane went down a little further, which was the hell of ten deaths and no life.

"Are you listening to me?" Xu Cang's face was extremely gloomy, and he could see the captain's deaf ears. He could tolerate many things, but not including tolerating his life to a captain who had lost his mind.

After Xu Cang's final questioning, there was still no response in the cockpit, or they didn't even have the energy to listen to what Xu Cang was saying, but were just stubbornly carrying out what they thought was right.

Unbearable, Xu Cang directly raised his foot and kicked it on the trim wheel on the right. With the force, the trim wheel was stuck.

Xu Cang's actions shocked the captain directly. He really didn't expect that Xu Cang was so bold that he began to interfere with their flight control.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?" the captain shouted.

Xu Cang's eyes were extremely cold: "Can you hear me talking, or are you asking for death?"

The captain who was disturbed by Xu Cang one after another also became angry: "Then the gunfire area is below. Let's rush down like this, what do you think?"

"I only know that when we enter the cannon shooting area, we may not die. But if you keep going on one's own, we will die."

Now even the first co-pilot couldn't help it and interrupted, "Then let it go?"

Xu Cang's voice was extremely firm: "That's right, don't worry!"

Now it's a dead end, and there is no so-called foolproof solution at all. The only thing that can be done is to distinguish what is a more fatal and urgent problem.

Is the gunfire area dangerous? Especially in the moving gunfire area. There is no doubt that it is quite dangerous, but the problem is that when demarcating the gunfire area, in order to release accidents, it is usually much larger than the actual shell coverage, and the people below will not attack them. Overall, the probability of being hit even if you enter the gunfire area is not very high.

But if the pole is added to the backwards without the shell hitting the plane, the fuselage itself will break or disintegrate due to excessive load. What Xu Cang just heard vaguely is actually the same as what Xia Shuyue heard when she reacted, that is, the movement of the fuselage beginning to deform, which is quite dangerous.

At this time, the captain was simply crazy. Xu Cang didn't care about other times. At this critical moment, when he explained that the body was overwhelmed, the captain could not wake up yet, so he didn't have time to get along with the captain and did it by himself.

"Don't move the balance. You can carry the rod. Don't pull it hard. Slowly pull it back. Don't rush to change it. We have enough height. The downward airflow will not continue. And as the altitude decreases, the aerodynamic performance of the aircraft increases, and the aircraft itself will offset the impact of the downward airflow."

At this time, Xu Cang was not like a second co-pilot at all. Instead, he was the captain in the cockpit, commanding everything.

I have to say that Xu Cang's kick still had some effect. At least the captain calmed down a little. He did not play the matte anymore, and his movements with the pole were not so rough and fierce.

The dense raindrops hit the fuselage and made crackling noises. Apart from that, there was no other noise in the cockpit, which seemed extremely strange.

Suddenly the captain said, "We don't care about the height, what if we get hit by a shell?"

At this deadly moment, Xu Cang seemed extremely resolute: "That's our fate!"

There should be another chapter tonight

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