Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 707 Crash
The An-148 began to make large evasive maneuvers while rapidly decreasing its altitude.

I guess no other pilot in the world would dare to do this.

After all, this is just a civilian airliner, not for military purposes at all, and the fuselage structure cannot withstand too high a G force.

The passengers in the cabin suffered a lot.

The women's screams could scare a donkey to death.

Men also followed with various "OH MY GOD".

My body was pressed tightly against the seat and I could hardly move.

Jiang Feng's face turned pale and he shouted, "Have we been shot down?"

"not yet……"

Song Heping glanced out the porthole.

"But he was wounded."

戴胜鸟加获得的RP-73空空导弹型号并不是最先进的，都是从Z东国家里弄来的老款，弹长2.9米、翼展0.51米、弹径0.17米；发射重量105千克、弹头重7.3千克对固定翼飞机一类目标的杀伤率为60%左右。

Judging from the explosion just now, it was an R-73 equipped with a proximity fuse. The fragments after the explosion hit certain parts of the An-148 fuselage, causing some damage.

The captain's rapid descent and steep dive were perfectly timed to avoid the fatal attack of some debris. Otherwise, the -148 passenger plane would have disintegrated in the air by now.

However, the fact that it has not disintegrated yet does not mean that it will not disintegrate.

Song Heping felt that the fuselage of the plane was making creaking sounds everywhere, like the sound made in the joints of an old man with brittle bones when he was being pulled to run five kilometers.

Judging from the current situation, the plane will disintegrate in less than a minute and everyone will become a real "flying man".

In the cockpit of a MiG-29 more than ten kilometers away.

Pilot David's thumb rubbed gently on the missile launch button.

The air-to-air missile he had just launched exploded behind the passenger plane's engine, and the scattered aluminum fibers on the An-148's fuselage bloomed like silver fireworks on the radar screen.

"The passenger plane is falling into the sea. Do we need to give chase?"

He asked the command center on the channel.

"Are you sure you shot it down?"

Yager's follow-up questions came from the command center.

David gently pulled the joystick, the plane turned sideways, and he took the opportunity to overlook the sea.

"It's rapidly descending."

"Give them another shot to ensure the target's death."

"no problem."

After David replied to the command center, he gave a thumbs-up to his wingman not far away, and then pointed his index finger at the sea.

This means the target was hit but needs a follow-up hit.

After understanding the situation, the pilot made an OK gesture and indicated that he would do it himself.

After saying that, he controlled the MiG-29 to do a graceful flip, and dived nose-down towards the passenger plane that was falling towards the sea at high speed.

"Attention, two fighter jets in the northeast, you are approaching our airspace and about to enter. Please turn away immediately. I repeat, turn away immediately!"

An Egyptian-accented English warning came over the universal international channel.

This was followed by a warning in Arabic.

David took a look at the radar and found that four fighter jets were flying towards him from the southwest and approaching at high speed.

Looking at the GPS positioning again, he and his wingman were indeed approaching Egyptian airspace.

This is a sensitive area.

Although the two countries have signed a reconciliation agreement long ago, frictions at the border and in airspace have been common over the years.

At this time, the four patrol planes of the Egyptian Air Force were also confused.

The aircraft discovered clearly met the characteristics of a Soviet fighter jet. They issued inquiries and warnings, but the other party did not respond.

Which country's plane is this?

What are you doing here?
"Younis, we are approaching Egyptian airspace. We cannot reveal our identity. Launch one more missile at the target and disengage immediately."

"Ok."

The wingman had not yet fully entered the attack position. After receiving the order, he immediately turned on the radar lock, fired an air-to-air missile at the An-148, and then pulled the nose of the aircraft to increase the altitude. It quickly returned to the vicinity of David's lead plane.

"It's time for the little bird to return to its nest."

David said into the encrypted channel.

He watched as the airliner began to spiral down like a wounded pelican. A plunge into the sea at this speed would surely be fatal.

Besides, it was late at night, and the chances of people surviving if they fell into the sea were better than buying the Mark Six lottery.

Inside the rear cabin bathroom of the An-148.

The plane was still descending rapidly.

However, it seemed that there were signs of an upward movement, as if it was trying to raise its head to stop its dive and adjust to level flight.

The pressure on his body suddenly eased a lot, and Song Heping felt that he should be able to stand up easily.

A stewardess rushed in, her lips, even with lipstick, still pale. She yelled at everyone, "Does anyone have experience flying a small plane?!"

Experience flying small aircraft?
experience?

Everyone was stunned.

The flight attendant yelled, "The co-pilot is dead! We need someone to temporarily replace him! Otherwise, everyone will die!"

Temporarily replacing the co-pilot?
Everyone looked at each other.

At this time, find a temporary co-pilot?

Song Heping knew very well that time was extremely precious now.

That's measured in seconds.

The plane was obviously still falling and its altitude was decreasing.

At this speed, it will probably hit the sea surface in less than a minute or two.

"I!"

Song Heping unbuckled his seat belt, held onto his seat, strode over to the stewardess, pointed at himself, and said, "I've learned to fly a helicopter."

That's right.

Song Heping did learn it.

Because his own company has helicopters like the Mi-17, and also two SU-24 high-speed bombers.

Song Heping is a studious person by nature.

I want to learn about things I don’t understand and I am full of a spirit of exploration.

During his time in Venezuela, when Song Heping had nothing to do, he would look for Dominic and ask him to teach him how to fly a helicopter.

As for the two SU-24s, he had never flown them, but when they were being maintained, he would climb into the cockpit and touch and knock on them, asking questions. He did know some general control theory, and at least he could tell which instrument had what function, so he wouldn't be at a loss when he sat in the cockpit.

But when I was learning to fly a helicopter, Gray Wolf once joked with me, saying, "Are you planning to fly one yourself in the future after you learn it?"
Song Heping just smiled at the time, and then joked that when he stopped being a mercenary, he could go home and find a job in an airline to make a living. After all, being a pilot is a high-paying job.

Unexpectedly, my dream of becoming a pilot came true today.

"follow me!"

The flight attendant had no time to ask for more information, let alone verify Song Heping's background.

You're about to die, why bother with him so much?

It is God’s blessing that someone dares to stand up.

What else can I choose!

Follow the flight attendant along the aisle towards the front of the plane.

Halfway through the journey, we saw a flight attendant lying on the ground, who seemed to have passed out.

It is estimated that this guy did not return to his seat and fasten his seat belt when he was attacked before, and was knocked unconscious.

When passing the bathroom, the toilet inside suddenly made a violent suction sound and the cabin pressure began to drop rapidly.

Song Heping felt something pulling him into the bathroom.

The cabin was in chaos, and a blonde woman was screaming: "The wing! The right engine is on fire!"

"careful!"

Song Heping grabbed the stewardess who almost fell into the bathroom with one hand, and with his other hand he tightly grasped the seat belt on the flight attendant seat next to him.

After pulling her back, Song Heping reminded her: "Fasten your seat belt and sit down."

After saying that, he strode into the cockpit of the plane.

As soon as I entered, I smelled a strong smell of blood. Even in the plane with the cold wind blowing everywhere, I could smell it clearly. The temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees suddenly. It was freezing everywhere, and it felt like I had walked into a refrigerator.

When he saw the situation in the cockpit, Song Heping couldn't help but frown.

(End of this chapter)