Seven Hundred and Sixty-Three North

763 north

Everyone boarded the plane as quickly as possible. Ye Han pulled the joystick and the helicopter took off.

This time the plane didn't stop at all, and flew away from the airport as fast as possible, flying due east under the golden sunset.

Shortly after the helicopter left, a shell from a space battleship hit the tower, and the tall tower collapsed in a violent explosion.

According to official U.S. military records, 16 U.S. soldiers who voluntarily retired were buried in the ruins under the tower. The oldest was 38 years old and the youngest was only 17 years old.

After the helicopter left the airport, Ye Han immediately contacted the base: "Zhang Ruo, I need assistance, it's best to let the Americans call me directly!"

"Understood, I'll do it right away!"

Ye Han took a deep breath and waited patiently and silently.

Liu Bin felt that there was something wrong in Ye Han's words and couldn't help but feel uneasy: "Captain, what's wrong?"

Ye Han whispered: "There are too many people and the plane is overweight!"

Liu Bin looked back in surprise. Although the cabin was packed, didn't the plane fly normally?

Ye Han knew what Liu Bin was thinking and continued: "The more this kind of aircraft is loaded with, the shorter the range. It can fly 900 kilometers with ten tons, and it can fly 90 kilometers with 16 tons. How far can we fly? I can’t tell. We must find a safe landing site as soon as possible. It will be too late if we run out of fuel.”

Only then did Liu Bin understand what Ye Han was worried about, and said anxiously: "Captain, why don't you throw down the armor!" All of his people together were less than thirty, but including powered armor, the total weight definitely accounted for more than half of the load. , if the power armor is removed, the aircraft's load capacity will be reduced to at least eight tons.

Ye Han shook his head without hesitation: "Don't move unless absolutely necessary."

Weapons are the second life of a soldier. If abandoning the armor could allow the plane to fly directly to Djibouti, Ye Han wouldn't mind giving it a try, but the current situation is that abandoning the power armor can only increase the range. Under this general premise, it doesn't make much difference whether the flight range is 500 kilometers or 700 kilometers. The focus is where to land after the fuel is exhausted and what kind of dangers may be encountered.

Retaining armor means retaining weapons and equipment. Under the current situation, it is even more important to retain the armed forces with a range of three to five hundred miles.

Liu Bin fulfilled his duty of reminder and stopped talking to persuade. He sat on the ground with his back to the cockpit and stared at the cabin full of people.

Although it was already overcrowded, Fang's soldiers and the American soldiers were actually divided into two distinct groups. No matter how you looked at it, the two groups were so out of place.

While Liu Bin was thinking wildly, Ye Han received a communication from the Space Fleet. A voice said in blunt Chinese: "I am the Commander of the Combined Fleet School, Ethan. Please state your identity."

If the US military base in Djibouti had not made a clear request to the fleet, Ethan would never have taken the initiative to contact this plane, even if it was the only plane that successfully escaped.

Ye Han smiled slightly: "I am Ye, Commander of Beiyuezhou Fleet."

"Mr. Ye, what are your requests?" Ethan seemed calm and deliberately did not mention Ye Han's military rank.

Ye Han didn't care and said bluntly: "Ethan, there are more than seventy people on the plane now, more than half of them are American officers and soldiers. This plane does not have enough range. I need a safe landing site and necessary support."

"How far can it fly?"

"I don't know, I'm not familiar with this kind of aircraft."

"How much fuel is left?"

"Eighty percent, the aircraft carries twelve and a half tons."

The radio was silent for a moment: "The remaining fuel can probably fly 500 to 600 kilometers. You must immediately turn north, throw away everything that can be thrown from the plane, and reduce the load as much as possible."

"To the north? Where to fly?" Ye Han asked in surprise.

Ethan's voice was low: "I need you to fly over Africa and South Sudan, all the way to the semi-desert area in Sudan. The natural conditions there are harsh and there are far fewer giant ant rainforest areas. However, your fuel is insufficient and the load is too high. If If there is no way to reduce the load, it is likely to land on the grassland near the border.

"

"Can't you refuel on empty?"

"Sorry, Djibouti doesn't have a gas tanker. Do you have one?"

"No."

"That can only go north."

"I understand." Ye Han said.

During this time, he studied the map of Africa a lot, memorizing the locations of various countries in his mind, and understood the current situation after listening to Ethan's explanation.

The straight-line distance from Moroda to southern Sudan is about 600 to 700 kilometers. It is arid African grassland. Although there are some tree pastures, it is all yellow in satellite images.

If we continue eastward, after the plane runs out of fuel, it will most likely land in the grasslands of northern Uganda. The density of vegetation here is much higher than in southern Sudan. At least it is still green in satellite images.

All it takes is a simple pairing to know which end has fewer giant ants.

Ye Han twisted the control stick, and the plane heading due east immediately turned around: "Liu Bin!"

"arrive!"

"Throw out everything you can from the back cabin. The armor...only one combat group is left in the armor, and the other groups only keep sidearms!" Ye Han said.

One set of power armor weighs about one hundred and fifty kilograms, and twenty one sets weigh three tons. It can reduce the aircraft's load to less than ten tons and increase its range by at least two hundred kilometers.

"Yes!" Liu Bin passed on the order without hesitation. The soldiers of the two armies immediately took action and threw down all the things they could throw. After that, except for one combat group that remained the same, the other three groups reluctantly He took off his power armor and threw it out of the plane.

The load of the helicopter was greatly reduced. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Ye Han felt that the joystick was much lighter: "Ethan, are you still there?"

"I am!"

"We need a safe landing site, and it would be best if we could airdrop a batch of fuel in advance."

Ethan refused bluntly: "Sorry, we are not prepared for this. The warship does not have aircraft fuel...Does your warship have it?"

"Give me a safe coordinate first."

Ethan immediately sent Ye Han a few coordinate points: "These positions are all fine, you can choose freely."

"This one, east longitude XXX, north latitude XXX, please arrange it and clean up the bugs near the landing site in advance."

"No problem."

Ye Han turned around and shouted: "Liu Bin, call someone who can fly a plane to come and replace me!"

Liu Bin said nothing, called out a man in a flight suit from the American group, and explained Ye Han's meaning in broken English with underlined English.

Unexpectedly, this guy shook his head after listening, saying that he was a transport plane and had never flown a helicopter.

Liu Bin was stunned. Wasn't there no transport plane at the airport? Where did this pilot come from?

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