Last week, due to a lack of assistance, the cockpit was operated solely by Bolton. He had to observe the manual, control the aircraft, and calculate the route, which led to a particularly poor performance in the latter half, resulting in a crash soon after.
But this round, with Gu Ji's involvement, the aircraft maintained the best lift-to-drag ratio early on.
At this moment, the Boeing-7M8 was like a large glider, relying solely on airspeed, wind direction, ailerons, the APU, and other parameters and equipment to glide steadily for a certain period.
"I can't believe it, Mr. Yasen, that at your age, you still possess such excellent computational ability."
Bolton turned his head, looking slightly amazed at Gu Ji, who was much older than him, even showing more respect in his address. However, when he heard "11" minutes, his pupils clearly dimmed a bit.
"11 minutes, FL200, for a 'glider' weighing sixty to seventy tons, is it really possible to land safely..."
