Chapter 191 was so horrible, it was completely crushed.
Good, so scary.
Completely crushed.
Which unit did this retired pilot belong to? Both his skills and tactics are completely different.
The pilot's pupils dilated and then contracted, his little heart was deeply hurt. He was actually thrown away by a glider pilot.
The sheriff who led the team noticed that something was wrong with the driver: "Steve, what's wrong with you?"
The driver looked into the sheriff's eyes, his pupils trembling slightly, and he swallowed: "No, nothing..."
"Are you really okay? Why is there so much sweat on your forehead? If you're not feeling well, let's go back?"
"No! Keep chasing! You can't go back if you can't find it!"
Johnny slammed his phone to the ground, his tone full of uncontrollable anger, but unfortunately he lacked the energy to sustain it, exposing the fact that he was weak inside.
This tone immediately made the sheriff who came to help unhappy. They came to help out of kindness because of Johnny's status. It's fine if you don't appreciate it, but what's wrong with your attitude?
Fuel and ammunition are free, right?
They have to write a report to explain why they used up the bullets today. Do they really think it's easy for them to be on duty?
Thinking of the follow-up work, the sheriff lost interest. Regardless of Johnny's reaction, he waved his hand and said, "Search two more times. Whether we can find it or not, let's go back."
…
The helicopter circled overhead for nearly half an hour. Bifang almost thought his trick had been seen through and wanted to run away, but he didn't expect that the situation would take a turn for the better and the helicopter left again.
But Bifang still did not start the live broadcast, but waited quietly, for he was worried that the other party might make a counterattack.
The drone’s video recording function is also useful, so when the event is over, this wonderful scene can be shown to the audience.
"How is it, are you still feeling bad?"
"Better."
Etienne leaned against a tree and drank water continuously. After half an hour of recovery, his head hurt less.
The scene just now was so frightening that my blood pressure skyrocketed and my pale face turned red with fright.
Twenty minutes later, the helicopter flew over the two people's heads again. This time it did not stop but flew straight past.
"Are you leaving now?"
"Wait a little longer." Bifang signaled Etienne to be patient.
He knew that he was able to evade capture this time not because of his skills or tactics, but because of his brains.
The helicopter pilot had no idea that someone could be so crazy as to make an emergency landing in a manner that almost caused the helicopter to crash, and then hide in the woods within a few seconds of being out of sight.
In other words, light aircraft are light in weight and have low inertia, so Bifang can barely hold on to it. If the aircraft were heavier, it would probably fall directly down.
Well, it seems not necessarily. The friction will also increase. This is a functional relationship.
The driver, who didn't know the truth at this time and thought his dignity had been crushed, was still in a state of collapse...
Bifang squatted down to check the rudder of the plane. The alloy frame had been completely deformed and the rudder was almost broken.
It can't be used anymore.
"Can it still be opened?"
“It can be opened.”
Bifang knocked on the rudder, which made a dull thud. It was as hard as iron and could not be budge.
This is a light seaplane. The pedals can control two steering modes at the same time, on the water and in the air. The rudder controls the steering on the water surface, while the steering in the air uses the wings. When turning, the wings will rotate to form an effect similar to that of ailerons, thereby generating steering force.
A broken rudder does not affect flight, it only affects the inability to turn on the water. Wings are the key to flying in the air.
Another twenty minutes passed, and after confirming the departure of the helicopter, Bifang turned on the live broadcast and continued their migration. Now all they had to do was to leave as quickly as possible, lest the other party see the live broadcast, understand the truth, and fly back.
[Opened, opened, opened again! 】
[I waited for an hour. This is too cautious. I would like to call Lao Fang the most cautious! ]
[It feels like the other party is confused. ]
[Who the hell could have thought of this? Fang Shen is so smart! He can do this.]
[I can think of it but I don't dare to do it. In the end, God Fang is just too awesome! ]
The audience was so excited that their hearts were trembling. The scene of the plane landing was so awesome that they still couldn't calm down even after an hour.
But what to do next?
The seaplane landed in the forest. How do we fly it?
There is only hard mud ground and no lake surface for the plane to glide on. How can the plane fly without a runway?
"Isn't there a cliff? Push down."
Bifang held his chin, thought for a while, and came up with the answer.
Etienne: “!”
Why do I have a bad feeling?
He came to the edge of the cliff and looked at the twenty-meter-high cliff, and his legs suddenly went weak.
"No, no, it's not that high?"
Bifang came to Etienne and looked down, then nodded and said, "It is indeed quite high."
Most people will feel weak in the knees when seeing a height of 20 meters. Many people have no idea about height. In fact, a five-meter diving platform can scare away 50% of people.
Without training, diving from a higher ten-meter platform would almost certainly make your legs weak, but most people wouldn't feel anything when watching from the side.
"This height is just right. If it were any lower, the plane would easily fall to the ground before taking off."
Etienne was shocked when he heard this: "Dropped on the ground?"
Three minutes later.
Etienne sat in the back seat trembling, watching the Bifang start the engine. But even at the maximum speed, the plane did not move at all because the frictional resistance was too great.
"call."
Etienne breathed a sigh of relief, as if he didn't have to fly anymore.
Bifang walked down, frowned at the plane that was not moving much, and said, "No, the resistance is too great, someone must push from behind."
Etienne: “…”
"Then who pushes... who opens?"
"You drive."
"Me again?" Étienne pointed at himself.
Bifang nodded: "Only you can drive, otherwise how are you going to get up after pushing it? You can't control it, so I have to do it."
The moment the glider was pushed down, he had to grab the float and climb up. This was much more dangerous than flying a glider, so Bifang had to do it by himself.
"Don't worry. We've been flying for so long, I know the power of this plane. Twenty meters is enough for it to fly. Don't be afraid."
"All right……"
Etienne was persuaded, got into the driver's seat again and started the engine.
Bifang put wooden sticks under the buoy of the plane, pushed it, and found that it worked.
"Are you ready?"
Etienne, who was sitting in the driver's seat, made an OK gesture.
Bifang walked to the back of the plane and breathed slowly. His arms were not thick, but they had a sense of joints like bamboo branches, and his strength surged with a special rhythm.
The power that bursts out from flexibility is far stronger than pure brute force.
Bifang held the plane, concentrating his mind, and infusing the long breath from his breathing to his fingertips, exerting force!
The plane was pushed slowly, the wooden sticks placed under the pontoons began to roll, and the wings gradually protruded out of the cliff.
The audience in front of the screen held their breath, knowing that this was a crucial moment.
Soon, most of the wing was pushed out.
Bifang's eyes narrowed and he increased the strength of his hands. The plane, which was already on the edge of the cliff, suddenly accelerated its descent, and rocks rolled down the cliff with a muffled sound.
The plane slid faster and faster, and when it was halfway down, it started to slide down by itself without him pushing it, and fell directly into the cliff.
The audience was shocked to see this, but then a figure ran madly, as if controlling the wind and thunder, jumped from the cliff, and fell silently into the cliff.
In Peter's pupils, a white plane took off into the air. Bifang grabbed the plane and turned over to sit on it.
