Time went back an hour ago.

With the courage and strength from where they came from, the agility and angry passengers caught the hijackers and tied them up tightly - Sartre was able to easily search for the remote control from them - an electronic lock controller associated with the remote-controlled explosives in the cockpit. This controller can work within 1 ooo feet and must be entered to work - obviously these criminals are worried that using mobile phones or remote-controlled toy antennas will cause unnecessary misstarts. Their caution gave passengers a breathing time, and inevitably brought the anger and panic of the innocent people to a pinnacle. Some people even suggested killing them, but no one took action.

The crew members have almost died and died. Some experienced passengers have begun to organize people to transfer to the rear cabin. If the passenger plane is not disbanded in the air, it is safest there. Lily, Sartre and a middle-aged woman who once served as an airflight attendant stayed in the cockpit - she is the only one here, Lily and Sartre still have some knowledge about flight, but only in books, and never have experience in controlling the aircraft. When Lily was riding on a small plane of the Sallieri family or a royal plane, she entered out of the curiosity of ordinary people.

Visit the cockpit; Sartre once interviewed a captain and obtained the privilege to fly with him once, and had some memory of the location of the parts in the cockpit. It was also for this reason that it was possible to find something that should not appear in the cockpit - only a box of explosives the size of cat food cans was wrapped in black plastic shells and stuck in a hidden corner, looking like a box of transformers or wire connectors, and there was no sparkling red light and ticking stopwatch like the explosives in the movie.

But the three people's moods were no longer on this - the more than 200 instruments in front of the two dead drivers and dozens of warning lights flashing constantly - the three people couldn't help but stagnate for a few seconds. In the end, Sartre decided to move the captain and the co-pilot out of the seat and out of the cockpit. As a man, he took on this terrifying job. He walked to the two dead, his lips squirmed, as if he wanted to pray, but he still said nothing.

He first moved the captain out of the cockpit and then the co-pilot, but when he returned to the cockpit, he unexpectedly found that Lily occupied the captain's position.

"That's not what you should do. Stand up, woman, go back to the back cabin." He growled hoarsely, trying to grab the girl's shoulder and throw her out of her seat.

Lily glanced at him, calmly, and at the same time, a deep shadow passed through the cockpit, and then another one. Sartre's gaze turned forward. In the blue sky framed by the large transparent glass of the cockpit, two latest fighters were passing by in the front, and then returning again, pulling closer together. They could clearly see the driver's face - the fighter pilot should also see the situation in the cockpit - Sartre cursed and jumped into the passenger seat.

The plane has lost contact with the ground for about two hours, and its course deviates from its original direction and maintains a flight altitude of less than 10,000 feet. These items are in line with the situation of being hijacked by terrorists. This is also true. According to what Sartre knows, the distance between the fighter jet from the civil aviation aircraft to be tracked will be about 5 miles, but if there is a urgency, the fighter jet will be added immediately and fly to a distance of a short distance from the civil aviation aircraft to observe the situation.

They have entered the most prosperous place in Zeland. With the wealthy bay area, the glass curtain walls of countless skyscrapers shine brightly in the sun. A few years ago, a passenger plane collided with a building under the control of terrorists, causing tens of thousands of innocent casualties to shock the world. To ensure that such incidents will not resurrect, every country will take extraordinary measures under this situation. However, in order to ensure that it will not be shot by civil aviation passenger planes, there are many "secret rules" between fighter jets and civil aviation passenger planes. Only when the signs show that these "secret rules" have been broken, that is, terrorists have completely controlled the passenger plane, then the fighter jets may fire missiles without hesitation. It is very likely that the fighter jets have previously confirmed that "terrorists have obtained control of the aircraft" - kao is just making the final determination - now they are seeing two unidentified men and women trying to control the aircraft.

"I am a156...I am a156..." Still unable to contact the ground. With the help of his former crew, Lily adjusted the communication channel and accidentally connected to the communication channel of another passenger plane. With its guidance, they finally got in touch with the fighter.

"Received, received, received, here is 7o5, please indicate your identity..."

Lily first reported her identity, and then Sartre, the temporary female flight attendant - they all had registration records at the airport, and soon the fighter jet replied to another order.

"I'm 7o5, a156 Please note that now turn left 15, and adjust the height to 2oo (2oo is about 18,000 feet). 156."

"I am a156. I heard your order. We are willing to cooperate, but we will not fly the plane. We are now in autonomous driving. 7o5."

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It was not an impulse to seize the position of the main pilot. After learning that Sartre's advantage in this regard may not be better than her, Lily would rather try to fly the plane by herself - she remembered what an aviation expert said: "Flying is actually the same as driving a car, and to some extent, it has to be based on intuition. Sometimes, the former is even easier than..." Lily believes that her intuition and reaction can at least surpass Sartre or anyone in the cabin - she avoided the shooting of at least two pistols in the narrow cabin without any damage, and now she is sitting in the driver's seat and following the fighter's plane

When the pilot briefly taught the technical tips when operating the plane, subtle warning signs can make her notice in her life, and she corrects her posture and movements with agile reactions at the last moment. Her intelligence and calmness make the pilot of the Zetian fighter constantly praise Allah's name in the gap between orders. This is very rare for a pure Zetian male. In their minds, the women of Zetian are delicate and cute, and should be closely protected. They are not even encouraged to learn to drive - to drive an airplane? This can only be said to be a miracle that will only be born under the glory of Allah.

The temporary aviator tutor no longer tried to change positions with Sartre in the passenger seat, which gave Lily a sigh of relief.

The "Crewman" who went to guide passengers in the correct posture during an emergency landing suddenly walked into the cockpit quickly. "In an emergency, the left engine was leaking oil." She whispered, Sartre jumped up and ran to the cabin to check, and the fighter also issued corresponding warnings.

The fighter contacted the airport for them, and the news sent back a few minutes later was not wonderful. The busy Zeland airport could not be adjusted before they had to land.

"a156, there is only one way to drive forward before you crash because of your exhaustion of fuel - cross the ancient palace of Zelan, which is a flat desert where you can try to make a landing. I will guide you on the side, don't worry, Allah will bless you, you can do it, 156."

"I understand, 7o5." Lily pursed her lips.

"At least it is better than a forced landing on the sea." Sartre said that emergency landing on the water is a truly difficult flight action. Mirroring and refraction of the water surface will lead to misjudgment of altitude and degree, and how to maintain the balance of the aircraft on the water surface is also a difficult task.

Lily took a deep breath and she could see the golden-red desert. The vast, vast, winding giant sand dunes had complex and unique patterns, and the towering steep cliffs like gods in the distance. The dry river channel like gray and white traces drawn with stone slabs, and a black dot-shaped camel caravan - a fighter plane directed her that the river channel was a good place for emergency landing.

Lily reported the current situation to the passengers and informed them that they were about to make a landing in the desert. Then the "Crewman" played music and returned to the seat among a passenger to tie the seat belt. Like the passengers who had passed her inspection, she spread her feet apart, grabbed the back of the chair in front with her arms crossed, tightened her jaw, and placed her head between her arms.

There was no hovering, no maneuvering adjustment, only balance and reduction as much as possible. The huge silver passenger plane rushed into the dry river channel protected by towering sand dunes and sand plants in the dazzling sunlight.

The dense wormwood and the deep dry mud on the ground formed layers of natural reduction belts. The passenger plane made its final gliding in the river. The wings slid across the dunes on both sides, destroying them while shattering them. The torn dunes and the dust raised from the fuselage rushed into the air, forming golden sand waves like waves, covering the sky and the sun. Two long minutes passed, and the plane miraculously did not disintegrate or flip. When the vibration became smaller, the "Crewman" had already joined forces with several pre-preparations.

The passenger volunteers selected first opened the emergency passage in the rear cabin, which was the escape route that the hijackers originally chose. Now the passengers' lives are all tied to it. As soon as the sliding stops, two strong men jumped down first. They grabbed the ladder and waited in place. People first "dumped" the wounded, children and women, then the elderly, and finally the "Cruise Commander" and several other volunteers - they did not forget to bring the hijackers with them in the end.

As soon as people jumped off the plane, they immediately fled desperately. The oil-spilling left engine exploded less than three hundred feet away. The explosion ignited the remaining fuel and caused the explosion of the right engine. This time the explosion was much more violent. The survivors felt that there was only the terrifying roar left between the world, and the fiery air pushed them violently from all directions until they fell on the sand because of unstable footholds.

On the ground, the hot fragments fell like meteors - several people barely supported themselves and looked back. A stream of black smoke rose from the middle of the plane. The black smoke was engulfed by orange-red and tumbling flames. Its edge was inlaid with beautiful gold edges, destroying the entire central cabin in the blink of an eye, and spreading rapidly to the left and right sides - they couldn't help but exclaim, and the two figures jumped out from the cockpit window of the plane, one in front and one behind.

Sartre landed on the ground in a mess, rolled for two rounds and remained motionless. When he landed, his chest and head were collided. The violent vomiting and pain made his eyes dark and his ears buzzing. He didn't know if it was a broken rib, but he could only sincerely hope that it was not an internal organ injury - he lay on his back and gasped with difficulty, he saw the fire and also saw Lily landing on the ground light like a cheetah - the fire light embedded in the outline of her whole body, the black silk flying in the air wave, the mi-colored skin was moistened by sweat, and the diamond-like light - she was such a beautiful and brave woman.

She bent down to Sartre, hesitated for a moment, her palm touched Sartre's chest, and the warm force flowed into the male body, and the freelance writer was surprised to find that his pain and dizziness were rapidly weakening - he sat up, "Run quickly." Lily said, then ran to the other side, which was only dozens of feet away from the fire, and the oxygen in the air was pumped in large quantities, and the temperature rose, making it difficult to breathe, "Save me! Save me!" A teenager's lower body was stuck under a seat twisted by the explosion, and he shouted with all his might, shaking his head at Lily, his whole body was blurred and bloody, and he looked to die soon.

Lily paused, she recognized that it was the youngest of the hijackers, who had a typical zealous face, but had no beard, indicating that he was not yet an adult-she eventually ran over and grabbed his shoulder and helped him up, and as she was checking the stuck part in order to take him out of that hell, her head was grabbed, and a huge force dragged her back, she was dragged away from the boy, and at that moment, an extra dazzling white light flashed by, and the shirt on her chest was cut open-faced with a twisted and ferocious look on her face.

"Devil!" he screamed at her in the French language.

"Silly woman!" Sartre cursed, trying to drag her up the slope - until Lily turned around and carried him on her back, with shrill screams and curses following them, until a more violent explosion replaced them, and he felt the woman beneath him trembling: "That is not the object of your sympathy and salvation. They are all devilish Ta'an believers, untrustworthy liars, despicable perverts, abuse and masochism, hopeless madman... They hate that you can't tear you apart with your teeth and nails, mix them into your hand pilaf as one of the ingredients."

"You seem... familiar with them?" Lily took a breath and put the man on her body down. They had already walked far enough-she felt Sartre stiffen unconsciously: "Why do they hate me like this?"

"I am a Zetian-" Sat said dryly: "Of course you can recognize Ta'an's mark. They are the most extreme and stubborn in the Zetian national religion-the power is not small. As for why you become a thorn in their eyes-" he pointed to Lily's chest: "First, you are a woman, second, you are a Protestant, third, and most unforgivable, you know the medicine."

He looked at Lily: "I don't want to say more about the specific situation, but... go back, don't come to Zealand again, and avoid the stupid things you meet when you meet the people of the country - don't do the stupid things you just now. The power of religion is not something that your kindness can resist and change. Even if you save his life, you can't shake the thoughts of these Ta'an from the believers. Your tolerance and trust will only increase your chances of misfortune, and not everyone will pull you off every time."

"..." Lily was a little surprised. As a freelance writer, his goal should be himself, or the purpose and content of his trip - a new drug rehabilitation drug that is related to two lives and its manifestations, the royal family, the harsh laws, and the ancient tradition are a topic that is easy to write and attract attention, but he is now persuading himself to go back. She knows that freelance writers are not all despicable thieves and hooligans, but they still have some understanding of the thirst for the subject matter. This man is also a human with a bottom line.

"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Morse." But I am afraid I cannot accept your proposal, "But I am not tolerant, or trust, but... I do not have that right. Except for God in heaven, the laws in the earth, and the morality in the world, there is nothing that can determine the life and death of another person." A girl from another hemisphere stared at the flame not far away, where the life of a young man had just been devoured, although he deserved it.

Sartre covered his eyes and lowered his head. The black eyes were too bright to be seen directly.

A volunteer came over and told Lily that all the passengers were safe and sound, and that even the injured were confirmed by the doctors among the passengers - except for those killed by the hijackers.

"115 people, you saved us, all." He pointed to Lily, "And Mr. Morse, thank you, all of us, thank you."

He humbly gave a big gift, then stepped back and stopped disturbing them.

Lily showed the brightest smile Sartre could see in her life. She slapped her chest like any ordinary little girl. When Sartre was staring at her, the girl put down her hand embarrassedly, "You have to know," she said softly: "Before this, I felt that the whole universe was pressing on me." She closed her smile slightly: "Human life is really heavy."

Perhaps in her subconscious, she also felt that the disaster encountered by the passengers on this plane was caused by herself. Lily thought that she looked at the other end of the desert that was finally able to recover from peace. Because there were no regular roads, it was difficult for rescue personnel and vehicles to get close. However, she had seen police and troops helicopters, as well as dozens of snow-white ambulances. I think all local hospitals should also enter a state of emergency and are ready to rescue possible survivors at any time.

The disaster has passed.

The following does not count as v:

Previously, an adult suggested that the inspiration technique should require one or two instructions or slogans. Thank you very much, but Yuyu looked up the relevant information and found no clear answer - so the inspiration technique is set as a spell that does not require slogans or instructions - at that time, Lily was avoiding bullets flying around in the narrow cabin. He shouted loudly not only to her, but also to cause the hijackers to be vigilant, which is very unfavorable to herself and the passengers - and at that time, the passengers' anger and fear had reached a peak, and they were only temporarily intimidated by the bloody means of terrorists. Lily's spell only allowed them to gain strength and agility while gaining the confidence and courage that followed.

The mobile phone record left in the 9*11 incident shows that someone had tried to organize against the hijackers - but they didn't expect that the plane would hit the building a few minutes later.

Also, if Lily shouts: "The oppressed people stand up... and defeat the terrorists." Something like that... I feel embarrassed for some reason.

Regarding the aerial dialogue records and the procedures for forced landings are obtained by Yuyu from relevant information. During the browsing process, each country's terms and methods have slight differences, so Yuyu used a more recent term and method. If there is any error, I hope that adults who have some understanding of this can give their opinions. If you can attach detailed information, Yuyu will definitely give you the highest book review points. I am very grateful!

In addition, if Lily rescued the hijacker, she would still give him to the police - it was different from Fei Lengcui's brainless actions - she just felt that she did not have the right to judge others.

Finally, thank you for your consistent support, fish and fish bow!.
Chapter completed!