With the help of the wind, the fire in the nose spreads very quickly. After a while, Zhou Zhihan could feel the heat under his feet.

Now, the fire burns on the abdomen of the plane as the fuel pipe in the fuselage. Fortunately, when the engine stops working, the gasoline in the fuel tank will automatically disconnect from the oil circuit. This design ensures that the driver will not have no chance to escape because the fuel tank suddenly explodes.

But no one knows where the fire on the abdomen of the plane was burning at this time. If it burns near the fuel tank and the temperature is too high, the fuel tank will still explode automatically.

The mass of the plane was there during World War II.

Until now, Zhou Zhihan realized that his flight time was an old bird, but he had almost no experience on the spot, he was simply a genius. If it were those old birds who had been through the battlefield for a long time, he would probably have landed with the parachute and would never have been dragged until now.

In this case, if an experienced flying bird will be able to open the cabin and prepare to jump when the nose of the plane is just smoking.

In the air, sometimes life and death are only in a moment.

It seems that mastering the flying skills of the plane is far from enough. When you come to the battlefield in the future, you must have technical experience and a little luck.

It is not that it is impossible to make a landing in such a barren land, but that the fire has already started and cannot make a landing in a hurry.

The plane caught fire at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters, and the pilot had only one way to parachute.

In fact, when people saw 10 successful cases of landings in the airplanes, they thought it was not too difficult to make a landing.

That's because they haven't seen 200 planes fail to land for the emergency.

People are more willing to see what is successful, and intentionally or unintentionally ignore what is failed.

Especially the military, they always successfully publicize externally and deliberately conceal it for failure.

Zhou Zhihan decided to parachutize now. He held the joystick tightly with his right hand, opened the cabin bolt with his left hand, and pushed the top of the machine window to the back. Suddenly, a strong burning smell puffed out.

The fire under the wings was getting bigger and bigger, and the flames had already hit the waist of the fuselage around the fuselage. He could feel a heat that surrounded him. If it weren't for the protection of his pressure suit and helmet, it would probably be impossible to skydiving now.

This is why, once a plane fails in the air, the pilot decides to jump or land in the first few seconds.

Often, in just a few seconds, the fate of a pilot is determined.

The cabin window was pushed open, and Zhou Zhihan let go of the joystick with both hands, took off the seat belt, and stood on the driver's chair.

The wings were not pulled by the joystick, and the nose then slowly sank.

Zhou Zhihan took a look at the altimeter.

It is still 1,230 meters from the ground.

At this time, it is still a good time to parachute. If the skydiving is too close to the ground and the shock wave emitted by the plane crash may disrupt the shape of the parachute, and the pilot will hit the ground like a shell, smashing a big hole in the ground.

Just as Zhou Zhihan was about to squat down and jump up with his legs, he suddenly saw an American star and striped flag floating on the ground building a thousand hundred meters away. He seemed to have vaguely heard the sound of the bell of the get out of class.

Then, in the building complex on the ground, many dwarves who were smaller than dwarves ran out.

"grass!"

Zhou Zhihan felt nervous and couldn't help but curse. The bloody plot that only appears in bloody movies and TV series will not appear in front of me.

In the huge building complex, many dwarves ran out of the house. The star and striped flags floating above the building complex were so conspicuous.

Zhou Zhihan's heart trembled, as if he was struck by lightning.

"Mad! Damn!"

There was indeed a school in front, and the crash of the plane was there.

Many children saw the fire balls that were rushing down from the sky, and were full of curiosity and looked up. They seemed to be shouting happily, greeting the classmates who had not yet come out of the classroom, and quickly came out to see that a big fireball appeared in the sky.

Zhou Zhihan's heart instantly fell into the ice cellar and was covered in a body of Han.

He didn't think much about time.

The plane is still 1,150 meters above the ground.

When the plane crashed on the ground, the fuel tank would definitely explode and catch fire instantly. The combined force of the plane's downward momentum and the explosive power of the fuel tank would be enough to razor the school to the ground.

Just a second later, Zhou Zhihan spread his legs apart, jumped back into the cockpit, hugged the joystick with both hands, stretched his legs straight, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and pulled the joystick up desperately.

Too heavy.

The plane's falling speed is getting faster and faster, and the joystick weighs tens of thousands of pounds.

At this moment, Zhou Zhihan knew deeply why one of the most basic conditions for an air force pilot was to have a strong body. Fighters during World War II did not have boosters, and every rapid lift of the aircraft required the pilot to do his best.

"stand up!"

Use all your strength.

Zhou Zhihan could feel his heartbeat almost stop. He suffocated his breath so that the blue veins on his head swelled up, exerting all his strength.

"Get up...ah..."

He could feel the possibility of the veins on his forehead bursting at any time. When the plane fell rapidly, it produced a huge weight loss ratio. His bones had to bear three times more weight than usual.

When the plane dives, the pilot is subjected to gravity and the pressure of the seat. With the squeeze of this double force, the pilot has to bear three times the burden on his body while also having to pull the joystick desperately.

Therefore, when choosing a pilot, you should not do anything that has any wounds on the head.

Because when the fighter dives, the pilot himself suffers too much weight loss pressure, and blood squeezes downwards, and the wound on the head that has healed may collapse again. If so, the plasma will pour out from the wound like a flood, causing the wound to continue to tear and become larger.

Zhou Zhihan could feel his eyes swelling with blood pressure.

"stand up!"

He tried his best to pull up the wings, and the nose gradually lifted up, but the plane that lost power still fell forward with an unstoppable momentum.

With the power of wind and gasoline, the fire on the nose became bigger and bigger, and a crackling sound came. This was the sound of the metal object on the nose when it was burned and deformed by the fire.

Both sides of the fuselage are treated tough wooden boards. Judging from the fire, the fire has already burned to the lower wing of the plane. If the place connecting the wire rope is burned, the wing will completely lose control and can only fall head-on.

Now I can't care so much, so Zhou Zhihan could only hold the joystick tightly, intermittently stepped on the right rudder, and let the plane rush towards the right outside of the school.

1060 meters.

As the wing angle rises, the nose of the aircraft is slightly raised, and the nose of the aircraft is directly pointing to the outside of the school, which prevents the aircraft from falling directly into the school.

Zhou Zhihan could see that the schools on the ground were densely filled with children. They were attracted by the sudden fireballs in the air. They didn't know that the god of death was thousands of meters above them, and could pounce down at any time and razed them and the school to the ground.

Zhou Zhihan controlled the plane, gasped, looked in front of him, looking for a skydiving point.

"grass……"

Zhou Zhihan was in despair. In the place less than 500 meters outside the school, there were mountains that looked endlessly from south to north.

If he parachuted now, the head of the plane would immediately sink and plunge directly into the center of the school.

If he continued to hold the nose of the plane and avoided the school, he might not be able to fly over the mountain range and hit him to pieces. He could not see how high the mountain range was in front of him.

He could not tell whether the plane could cross the endless mountains after evading the school.

Although the nearby mountains are not high, he is not sure.

There is no time left for him to carefully judge.

After he escaped from school, he had no time to skydive.

Two seconds to choose.

Close the cabin and isolate most of the smoke from the outside. Otherwise, even with the protection of the flight helmet, the smoke will be consumed to death.

He could only risk his life.

Now that he is parachuted, the plane will inevitably crash on campus. He will spend his whole life in deep self-blame. He will become a useless person and live in self-blame every day.

This is not the life he wants.

Even if you die, you must die as your own. You cannot survive in a world of self-blame.

He is responsible for his plane, and he must fly the plane away from the school.

Take a gamble.

Take your life to take a gamble.

The nose of the machine was surrounded by the entire fire. The fire spread too fast with the cheers of oil and wind. In just a few dozen seconds, it had burned over both sides of the fuselage and exceeded his head. If the nose had not fallen and the flames were blown back by the wind, he would have been burned by the fire even in a pressure-resistant suit.

The temperature in the cabin was at least 80 degrees, and he could feel the joystick like a fiery iron rod.

He could see several teachers on the ground running in panic on campus, shouting that the children should hide quickly, but he didn't know where to take the children to hide.

"Swish~"

The plane passed over the school. Zhou Zhihan had no time to turn on the cabin and parachuted, so he could only use all his strength to pull the nose upwards.

The endless mountains are like a hideous monster, lying in front of Zhou Zhihan's eyes.

850 meters.

"rise!"

Zhou Zhihan's nostrils were bleeding, and he said secretly that he was lucky, and the weight loss was pressed to make blood flow into his nostrils, rather than into his eyes and brain.

The nose of the machine was pulled up slightly again, crossing the treetops on the top of the mountain, making crackling sounds and impacts, which shocked Zhou Zhihan and shaking violently in the cabin.

"call!"

"Click!"

"Squeak qqq..."
To be continued...