Descent from an altitude of 10,000 meters [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 65 Landing

Seeing Air China 1713 aiming at 17 left and starting its approach from north to south, and when the altitude dropped to the point where it disappeared from the approach radar, Guo Zhifang pushed open the door of the approach control room again. Not long after she got off work, she hurried back after receiving the news from the control room. She walked through the door, and Fang Hao stood up from his seat.

"Dongfang 570, Phoenix 1009, Hainan 3124, hovering outside PZW-112 point. ..."

He handed over the plane in his hand to Guo Zhifang, and then ran to the top of the tower. Fang Hao has walked this road countless times, sometimes to see the clouds and the sunset, sometimes to see Chu Yirou. But I have never walked so fast as I did today, and I wanted to step on all the stairs to flat ground.

The battle above the tower was a bit scary. Not only was Deputy Director Yan Xiong there, but Director Fang Weimin of the Air Traffic Control Bureau happened to be at Daxing Airport today. There were more than twenty people, but no one dared to speak out. But Fang Hao couldn't care less. His eyes, and everyone's eyes, were firmly fixed on the Boeing 737 approaching from north to south at the far end of the runway.

"Fuck, this is too fast. Is this okay?" The supervisors at the seats could not communicate. Sun Yaoyang was not at the seat. He said it quickly, without caring about the presence of the leaders.

"Which Air China flights are these?" Fang Weimin asked Yan Xiong.

Yan Xiong didn't know that it was someone in the corner who said: "Air China's Chen Jiayu, that's who he was three years ago."

Hearing these words, Chu Yirou turned around abruptly - she had never had a direct conversation with Air China 1713, so she did not expect this. She was looking for Fang Hao, and Fang Hao also saw her. There was surprise in Chu Yirou's eyes, followed by concern.

Fang Hao heard himself say: "It can be done." Chen Jiayu was the man who had overtaken the Airbus A330 at 226 knots. The Boeing 737 without flaps could only enter the field at 190 knots, so this was not a problem for him.

His voice was not loud, but it was powerful. At this moment, one stone stirred up a thousand waves, and both Fang Weimin and Yan Xiong turned to look at him. He didn't look at the two leaders, but looked at the 737 coming slightly above the far end of the runway.

One hundred meters...fifty meters...thirty meters...ten meters...

five four three two one.

This landing was so stable that some passengers probably didn't know that they didn't extend the flaps at all when landing.

At the moment when the rear landing gear touched the ground, Chen Jiayu raised the nose of the plane slightly to maximize deceleration. Then, the spoiler, reverse thrust, are in place, and the brakes are applied. This time, he didn't use the entire runway, just over two-thirds of it. The aircraft was pure white, with a fiery red phoenix on its tail, gliding past the eyes of everyone on the tower.

The tower burst into excited applause, not because of praise for his excellent landing skills, but more out of emotion after successfully resolving yet another crisis. Fang Weimin stretched out his hand to shake Yan Xiong's hand. Yan Xiong was also happy and grabbed all the controllers who were not on duty to shake hands, including Fang Hao.

In the distance, a fire truck came out to check the tires of the 737, and the four emergency evacuation channels of Air China 1713 popped up. He tried hard to find the figure in the flight uniform, but he was too far away and could not see the shaking figure clearly.