Puthirakreach: You have to listen when we are 50 feet, you have to pull the pilot back. "Immediately after the plane landed, turn off the engine on the right, push the left engine 50 times and shout at the back of the vehicle."
Yuth: Do you think it could be too risky? And by the way, we have never even trained like this before.
Captain: We have no choice! Do you see the wind blowing from the right side? And our road is a dirt road with light pressure, when the wind blows from the right side, we push the wind from the right side and use the engine Left push back. Thus we will be able to land with minimal pressure. It may not meet safety standards and this landing should not be wrong. If we fail, we will not be able to get enough gas to fly again. But I think it's better than the other options. We are ready to land
The plane's wheels hit the ground ... The right engine suddenly went out. The captain tried to hold the steering wheel steady without blinking. At that time, he imagined going back to a time when he was coaching students. At that time, when the plane landed, the engine on the right also shut down. The plane pulled on the runway, but his spirit was steady, and the benefits of the side wind helped him to use this technique: the wind blows to the right and uses the left engine to push back. The plane finally landed successfully and the situation is the same now: the plane landed successfully.
They could hardly believe the look on their faces, they were seeing thousands of fair-skinned men dressed in the traditional attire that men wore.
The bizarre thing about women is that they do not wear shirts, that is, they wear only skirts and have only a slight veil. What is almost unbelievable is that everything knows that they came to the Angkorian era, but it can go the way ..... slapped themselves many times. Not knowing what to do.
Step by step, the two of them walked around, looking around at the sight of the crowd. During that time, a large man with a black stick, curly hair, "dressed as a general, walked towards the three of them, along with about ten others, walking red, armed with swords and spears in their hands." From the way he dressed, it was possible that he was a general. He came to speak with strong gestures full of power, but always and often before:
As a tycoon, a warlord, a guardian of the walls of the Pisnu kingdom of Angkor, what kind of people are you, why did you come here?
The captain, on the other hand, made a puzzled face, frowned, and turned to look at Yuth and Puthirakreach, and spoke in a soft, soothing voice ... and asked the questioner:
Captain: Respect and greet you! We are the Royal Cambodian Air Force. We were on a mission to Siem Reap on an air force plane and had an accident that caused us to make an emergency landing here.
Commander Pichey: What .... What do you want to say .... What is Khemarak Yon .... What army? Siam ... Are you the first Siamese army?
Just talking about this, Mr. Pichey immediately pulled out his sword and echoed the friction of the other swords that held almost every hand of the people around him. All three