Chapter 884: On the transport plane

A heavy C-17 transport plane was flying awkwardly in the sky. The plane was full of supplies, so the flight altitude was much lower.

It flew slowly at a height near the clouds, and the crew members stared at the distant ground tiredly, controlling their plane to fly as smoothly as possible.

They have no way to use autonomous driving, because the map of the world has not been fully drawn.

Therefore, in the Makai, pilots can only rely on their own driving skills, rather than autopilot, to get most of the flight time.

This can easily cause pilot fatigue and affect flight safety. Last month, some pilots crashed into a mountain in the devil world because of fatigue while driving.

Two pilots were killed. The incident was sent to the highest command of the Air Force. General Butoria also called an emergency meeting for this and warned all senior Air Force commanders under his command to pay special attention to the fatigue driving of the pilots.

Nevertheless, because of the heavy tasks, many pilots still have to overfulfill many transportation and patrol tasks.

There is no way, because the demon world’s reconnaissance satellites have not yet fully covered, so the air force has to complete most of the reconnaissance missions by itself.

In addition, with the advent of winter, ground transportation began to become difficult, and many front-line transportation tasks could only be transferred to the Air Force transport aircraft unit for completion.

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.

"The city is designated by the devil..." Looking at the coordinates on the map, the co-pilot in charge of the pilot pointed to the target on the horizon ahead and shouted to the pilot beside him.

"It looks like it's here." Slightly swaying the joystick in front of him, the driver twisted his neck, then pressed the intercom switch on the collar, and said, "Escort 332, Escort 332, here is the tour Paradise No. 3, this is Amusement Park No. 3!"

"I am **** 332, I am **** 332, everything is normal! There is no problem with our route, and there are no dangerous targets in the nearby airspace!" A calm voice came from the headset.

The pilot released the button on the intercom, looked out 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's fuselage is full of auxiliary fuel tanks, and it has been refueled in the air before. It is still very difficult for fighter jets to keep up with the range of the c-17 transport aircraft.

Then, withdrawing his gaze from the porthole, the driver of the transport plane pressed the switch of the intercom and said: "I have seen the target city and the action can begin."

"I will climb some altitude... and then the radar will turn on 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 above his head: "Open the door! Ready to throw our cargo out !"

The stevedore, who had been waiting for orders in the slightly bumpy cargo compartment, stood up from his folded position with earphones, and raised a thumb to his two men: "Worked! Guys!"

The other two stevedores also stood up. They checked the safety ropes on their bodies, and then began to orderly check the materials in the cargo hold.

The lead stevedore went directly to the tail of the plane and pressed a switch on it.

The rear door of the c-17 transport aircraft began to slowly open, and a cold airflow immediately poured into the cargo hold.

The stevedores who were already wearing very thick still felt the cold, after all, it was already winter here, and they were still working thousands of meters in the air.

"Three, two, one!" After a simple countdown, the stevedore guarding next to the hatch shook his arm, and his two men pushed dozens of boxes of cargo fixed together out of the cargo hold.

The dozens of boxes of cargo that were fastened together suddenly rushed out of the cargo compartment of the plane, and immediately rolled down in the sky.

A few seconds later, a small parachute suddenly bloomed on the pile of supplies, and the pile of goods finally stopped rolling and was caught by the small parachute, stabilizing his figure.

Then, this small parachute dragged out more and larger parachutes, and the three huge parachutes opened together, all of a sudden, surrounded by blooms, like a bunch of beautiful white flowers.

"A supplies finished! b supplies started!" Seeing the supplies leaving the fuselage opened the fixed parachute, the stevedore waved his arm again.

"Wow..." Because there are rotating pulleys underneath, the two stevedores easily pushed another stack of fixed huge boxes.

The pile of boxes was also withdrawn from the cabin of the plane, and then rolled down in the sky. Like the first pile of supplies, it also opened a small parachute afterwards, and after stabilizing its body, the main parachute also opened.

"C supplies began to be put in..." The same action was repeated again, and another pile of supplies slowly fell in the sky.

"D The materials are being put out..." While pushing the materials in front of him, while repeating the material numbers, the stevedores responsible for the airdrop of these materials whispered: "I really didn't expect that we would do such a thing."

"Anyway, it's all a task. Is there any difference between pushing a bomb down and pushing something else down?" Another stevedore said to his colleague disapprovingly.

"This is the sky over the **** demons occupied area! We are the transport aircraft crew... damn, if I know, the transporters will also perform this kind of task, I will go to the place diligently." The two people worked together to push out the d materials. After the plane, the complaining stevedore continued to complain.

"Satisfaction! You know that a month ago, the field airport on the front line was attacked by a waiter, and the ground crew participated in the battle. How many were killed?" Another stevedore spit out, then motioned to his companion to continue working.

They have to push all the remaining supplies out of the plane, which is not so easy. The cold wind kept flapping on their faces, and they wouldn't even be able to chat if they weren't wearing noise-cancelling headphones.

In the hunting wind, the two people did not have the interest to continue to complain, so they lowered their heads, and pushed out the plane along the slide rails one after another with huge and fixed supplies.

They kept busy until the slender, spacious cargo compartment was completely empty.