Chapter 882
My Empire Chapter 882
2020-11-03
Chapter 882 On the 884 transport planeA heavy C-17 transport plane is flying awkwardly in the sky, on this plane It is fully loaded with supplies, so the flight altitude is much lower.
It flew slowly at a height near the clouds, and the crew members stared at the ground in the distance a little tiredly, and controlled their aircraft to fly as smoothly as possible.
There is no way for them to use autopilot, because the map of this world hasn't been fully drawn yet.
So at Demon Realm, pilots rely on their own piloting skills, not autopilot, for most of the flight time.
This can easily make pilots fatigued, and it also affects flight safety. Last month, some pilots crashed into a mountain in Demon Realm due to fatigue driving.
Two pilots were killed, and the matter was sent to the Air Force High Command, where General Buttoria called an emergency meeting and warned all Air Force high-level commanders under his command to Pay special attention to pilot fatigue driving problems.
Nevertheless, due to the heavy workload, many pilots still overfulfill many transport and patrol tasks.
No, because the Demon Realm's reconnaissance satellites don't have full coverage, so the Air Force has to do most of the reconnaissance tasks on its own.
With the advent of winter, ground transportation has become difficult, and many frontline transportation tasks can only be transferred to the Air Force transport aircraft unit.
If it weren't for the magical means of transportation such as floating transport ships, the Air Force would be ten times busier than it is now.
"Ahead is the city designated by the devil..." Looking at the coordinates on the map, the co-pilot in charge of the navigation pointed to the target on the horizon ahead and shouted to the pilot beside him.
"It looks like it's here." Shaking the joystick in front of him slightly, the driver twisted his neck, then pressed the switch on the intercom on his collar, and said, "Escort 332 , Escort 332, here is Amusement Park No. 3, here is Amusement Park No. 3!"
"I am Escort 332, I am Escort 332, everything is normal! There is no problem with our route, and there is nothing in the nearby airspace. Dangerous target!" A steady voice came from the earphones.
The pilot released the button on the intercom, looked towards the porthole on his left hand side, and saw the F-15 fighter jet flying on the side of his transport plane.
The F-15 fighter jet had a drop tank under its fuselage and had been refueled in the air before. It is still very difficult for fighter jets to keep up with the range of C-17 transport aircraft.
Then, looking away from the direction of the porthole, the pilot of the transport plane pressed the switch of the intercom again and said, "I have seen the target city, and the operation can begin."
"I'll climb some altitude...then turn on the radar to monitor all suspicious targets nearby..." The F-15 fighter pilot immediately replied.
"Okay, I'm continuing to fly along the route they gave us..." After the pilot of the transport plane finished speaking, he turned on the intercom switch on the top of his head: "Open the hatch! Get ready to throw our cargo out!"
The stevedore, who had been waiting for orders in the slightly bumpy cargo hold, stood up from his folded position with earphones in his hands, and stood up to his two men. Thumbs up: "Working! Guys!"
The other two stevedores also stood up, they checked their safety ropes, and then began to check in an orderly manner supplies in the cargo hold.
The loader and unloader headed directly to the tail of the plane and pressed a switch on it.
The tail section door of the C-17 transporter began to open slowly, and a cold air flow immediately poured into the cargo hold.
The stevedores who have been wearing very thick clothes still feel the cold. After all, it is already winter here, and they are still working at an altitude of thousands of meters.
"Three, two, one!" After a simple countdown, the loading and unloading division guarding beside the hatch raised his arms, and his two men fixed dozens of boxes together. The cargo was pushed out of the hold together.
The huge dozens of boxes of goods that were fastened together suddenly rushed out of the cargo hold of the plane, and immediately rolled and fell in the sky.
A few seconds later, a small parachute suddenly bloomed on the pile of goods, and the pile of goods finally stopped rolling, and was pulled by the small parachute, stabilizing his body. shape.
Then, this small parachute dragged out more and larger parachutes, and the three huge parachutes opened together, and all of a sudden they clustered and bloomed, like a bunch of beautiful white flowers.
"Material A has been delivered! Material B has begun to deliver!" Watching the materials leaving the fuselage open the fixed parachute above, the loader waved his arms again.
"oh la la..." Because there are rotatable pulleys below, the two loaders with no difficulty pushed another pile of fixed huge boxes.
The pile of boxes was also pulled out of the plane's cabin, and then tumbled and fell in the sky. Like the first pile of supplies, it also opened a small parachute later, and after stabilizing its body, the main parachute also opened.
"C material starts to be released..." The same action is repeated again, and another pile of materials is slowly falling in the sky.
"Material D begins to be released..." While pushing the material in front of him, he repeated the material number, and the loading and unloading soldier in charge of airdropping these materials whispered: "I really can't think of it, we will do this ”
“Anyway, it’s a mission. Is there any difference between pushing a bomb down and pushing something else down?” The other stevedore disagreed and said to his colleague.
"This is over the damn Demon Race holding area! We're the transport crew... Damn, if I knew, transports would do this sort of thing too, I'd be there." Two people Working together, the D material was pushed out of the plane, and the complaining stevedore continued to complain.
"Be content! Did you know that a month ago, the field airfield on the front line was attacked by the servants of God, and the ground crew participated in the battle. How many died?" Keep working.
They have to push the rest of the supplies out of the plane, which is not an easy job. The cold wind kept beating on their faces, and they couldn't even chat if they weren't wearing noise-cancelling headphones.
In the hunting wind, the two had no interest in continuing to complain, so they lowered their heads and pushed one huge, fixed material out of the plane along the slide rail.
They kept busy until the slender, spacious cargo space inside the plane was completely empty.
(end of this chapter)