"Mister, get us flying quickly! We're at ten thousand meters!" Wang Yuan's voice was extremely anxious!
Zhang Fan shook his head: "It's too early! How many meters left?"
"Nine thousand meters left!"
At this moment, Wang Yuan really wanted to curse!
The plane is in a state of free fall, and without considering air resistance, it would reach the ground in just over forty seconds.
Too early?
Moreover, doesn't starting the plane take time?
At least ten seconds, right?
And your instruments are broken, do you know how many meters you've descended? Can you calculate the air resistance? Can you estimate how many seconds until you reach the ground?
Meanwhile, countless people at the Aviation Department were staring at the screen showing the status of Zhang Fan's passenger aircraft, feeling extremely tense.
"Eight thousand meters already!"
"Can this kid really manage?"
"The lives of more than a thousand people rest in his hands!"
"Seven thousand meters!"
"Five thousand meters!"
