The external forces, which had been silent for a while, suddenly changed their strategy for some unknown reason and attacked the aircraft as if they were desperate. They couldn't get in through the main entrance, so they tried to climb up from the window. Fortunately, the aircraft was large in size, like a small watchtower.
It's not easy for people to come up.
Song Xiang realized that it was impossible for the plane to go back and could only wait for rescue negotiated by Yan Han.
She made a prompt decision, withdrew all scattered deployments, gathered her personnel, and launched an all-out counterattack.
The sound of the wooden warehouse kept coming, and it was very close at hand.
An Xuyue leaned next to her. Although she was scared, she had seen the scene before and did not scream.
The two sides fought for about half an hour. The people Yan Han and Yan Zhicheng left on the plane were too strong, and the other party was just a straggler, so they were eventually repulsed.
The plane was in a mess. Song Xiang was sitting on the chair, unable to get up at all, and her legs were weak.
Paul came closer, sweating profusely, but his eyes were full of excitement.
"Miss Song, don't worry, it's not a big deal just to do a few more waves."
Song Xiang: "..."
She finally understood. These people had been enjoying peace for a long time, and their hands were probably itchy. It was not easy for them to encounter this situation, and they were all very happy.
It had only been less than an hour, and the people outside had already acted like a monster twice. If Paul really wanted to do it dozens more times, it would probably be no small matter.
"Daughter-in-law, will they come again?" An Xuyue asked.
Song Xiang was also worried, so she comforted her softly.
After landing, her phone lost signal and she couldn't contact Yan Han. All she could do was wait.
It was approaching dawn, and everyone on the plane was a little tired.
Suddenly, a burst of sound from the wooden warehouse exploded, wildly dispersing all the fatigue.
Song Xiang was shocked. Even if she didn't go to the front, she could still feel that this wave was different from the previous two.
Sure enough, the two sides fought for less than ten minutes.
The bodyguard next to Paul came over, his face covered with dust, "Ms. Song, please take care of Madam. We will find a way to break out. We can't stay on the plane."
There was a bang.
Song Xiang's mind exploded, "What can I do if I get out of the plane?"
Without a car, I can't even run.
"The other party has a car. We will grab two cars and escort you and your wife first."
This time it is no longer a joke. They are gone. What will happen to the remaining people?
Song Xiang was afraid of death, but when faced with the sacrifices of others, her instinctive guilt and cherishment of life made her tremble.
"Time is running out, you have to hurry up!"
"good……"
Song Xiang gritted her teeth and nodded. She knew in her heart that Paul was a professional. Since he had judged that he could no longer stay where he was, he must have his reasons.
"Auntie, get up, let's go."
An Xuyue nodded numbly and stood up with difficulty, holding onto Song Xiang's clothes with both hands. She no longer dared to speak and just listened to Song Xiang's instructions.
The sound of metal hitting the plane was everywhere, so dense that it made people's scalp numb.
The first class cabin is relatively safe, but once you get out, it's like two different worlds.
The scenes in the movie were all shot conservatively.
Song Xiang supported An Xuyue and walked with her head down all the way. Windows were constantly being broken, and flying broken glass passed by her.
As I approached the plane door, a row of people blocked the front, fighting fiercely with the outside.
Paul opened the way in front, and as soon as the cabin door opened, bows and arrows came down like raindrops.
A whooshing sound.
Her cheeks were burning, and Song Xiang was stunned for a moment before she realized what had been wiped from her face.