The powerful airflow made Zhuo Yifan feel the inconvenience of his body in movement. Fortunately, he finally stood on the edge of the wing without any danger, and was only a little bit away to say goodbye to the plane. This also made Zhuo Yifan feel lucky and secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

If you fall from an altitude of more than 10,000 meters, you will never die, but it is absolutely impossible to get up to protect the plane.

At this moment, the two fighter jets had already dived towards the passenger plane. The distance was less than half a kilometer, which made Zhuo Yifan's heart sank.

A fire suddenly appeared, accompanied by a dull sound of artillery fire, the artillery carried on the fighter launched the first round of firepower offensive towards the airliner fuselage.

Zhuo Yifan's expression changed drastically, and he saw two holes on the wing on the other side of the wing had been shot out by artillery. Fortunately, it was just the wing, and the distance was relatively long, and the shooting range was not very accurate. If the fuel tank lowered by the wings was hit, the plane would be completely finished.

At this time, Zhuo Yifan had no time to think about it. The golden light of the blood spirit thorn in his hand flashed out and shot straight towards the two planes, just like a sharp arrow shot from a bent bow, so fast that the naked eye could not tell at all.

"Zhuo Yifan is here, withdraw!" Qin Yang was the first to react and quickly reminded his companion.

The two fighter jets were lifted up again almost at the same time, rushed past the plane where Zhuo Yifan and the others were at the fastest speed, flew directly above the front of the passenger plane, and continued to fly forward.

As long as the two planes were driven out of a certain range and away from the passenger plane, Zhuo Yifan's goal was achieved. After a circle, the Blood Spirit Spike flew backwards towards Zhuo Yifan. Moreover, in this case, it was obviously impossible to use the Blood Spirit Spike to chase the fighter. The effect had reached expectations, which made Zhuo Yifan breathe a sigh of relief.

But when the wings of the plane were hit by artillery, the entire fuselage was shaken violently, which made Zhuo Yifan, who was standing on the wing on the other side, also had a shaky attitude. If he continued to bump like this, Zhuo Yifan suspected that the plane would not be in the air and would disintegrate directly!

At this moment, Zhuo Yifan's cell phone suddenly rang. The incoming call was a string of phone numbers that I didn't know where to call.

Zhuo Yifan directly answered the phone and asked in a deep voice: "Who?"

"Mr. Zhuo, I am Zheng Dong. I called you with the satellite phone on the plane! What happened outside? I heard from the captain that the right wing of the plane was seriously damaged and I couldn't hold on for long! What should I do now?" Zheng Dong's anxious voice came from his phone.

Zhuo Yifan frowned and couldn't help but ponder. Although he was anxious, he must not be confused at this time, otherwise everyone would have to be done together.

"If there is no way, you can only make a landing in Afghanistan. Let the captain be prepared for a landing in Afghanistan. Contact the country first and find a way to coordinate with Afghanistan's civilian or military airports! The right wing of the plane was hit by the fighter's artillery just now. Although there were only two holes as big as a basketball, I was not sure how much damage was. Let the captain judge for himself!" Zhuo Yifan pondered for a moment, and then ordered helplessly.
Chapter completed!