1975, June 13th.
At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the sky is clear. This is already inside the Arctic Circle. After avoiding the troposphere below, the violent air movement disappeared and the aircraft was quite stable.
This is a Boeing 707 airliner. As the first medium-sized, long-range, narrow-body, four-engine jet airliner, this aircraft has brought huge profits to Boeing and has dominated the sky for nearly half a century.
There is a huge red flying crane logo on the tail of the plane. As long as you see this logo, you will know that this is a Korean Air passenger plane.
This passenger plane flew from Paris to Alaska, which is the most common flight route, crossing the North Pole, with a voyage of more than ten hours.
"Excuse me, do you need a drink?" The oriental girl in the red stewardess uniform, holding a rectangular plate neatly filled with drinks, whispered to the passengers as she walked along the narrow aisle Tao.
Some of the passengers were already asleep, and she kept walking forward with almost a full plate.
"Bring me a bottle," a passenger by the window said to her.
This is an American. Looking at his age, he is probably about twenty years old, but his face has a maturity that is not commensurate with his age, especially those eyes. When the stewardess sees his eyes, they are almost inside. There is a kind of calmness that looks down on life and death.
This person's experience is definitely not simple!
As a flight attendant, she flies twice a week and has been in contact with all kinds of people. You can't be wrong to look at people.
For a moment, she was actually interested in the passenger.
He was wearing a casual jacket, keeping his head and looking very energetic. When his hand stretched out to take a drink, he could see the watch on his arm, which was different from ordinary ones.
It is a 24-hour watch. In ordinary watches, the hour hand turns two times before it turns once.
Only soldiers wear this kind of watch.
The flight attendant blinked her long eyelashes, and continued to look at the man curiously. At this time, her face still had the special smile of the flight attendant, her eyes filled with spring light.
I saw the man inserted the straw casually, and while drinking, he opened the curtain beside the seat and looked outside.
"No, there is a problem." At this moment, he suddenly put down his drink and said to the stewardess: "Our airliner is flying on the wrong heading!"
The face of the stewardess was even brighter. This man was really interesting. He started to find a topic with himself. This was a good start.
"Really? How did you know?" the stewardess asked.
"We are flying to Alaska. The sun should appear on the left of our plane, but now, the sun is on our right. It must be a wrong heading!" The man said, "We are not flying to Alaska, we are Fly to the Soviet Union!"
The man's voice was a little high, and some sleeping passengers nearby were awakened and looked at him with doubts.
"This sir, you are our passenger. Regarding the question of navigation, we, Korean Air, have never made any mistakes. Our captain has many years of flying experience, and he will certainly not make mistakes. He smiled and said: "Please drink a drink with peace of mind, and then sleep. When you wake up, it is Alaska."
She held a drink tray in one hand, and put one hand back to her waist pocket, where there was her business card. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she could simply give him one of her business cards
The reason for this strike up is really special.
At this moment, the male passenger stood up quickly, without paying attention to the already fucked flight attendant.
"Agh!" the flight attendant yelled. When the male passenger stood up, he bumped into her arm all at once, and a plate of drinks was unsteadily buckled on her body.
"Wow..." Before she had time to lower her head to pick up these drinks, she saw the male passenger running towards the front cockpit.
"No, you can't go there!" She hurriedly ran over there, but there was the cockpit, and no one could go there!
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Soviet, Murmansk.
It is located in the northeast of the Kola Peninsula, facing the Kola Bay of the Barents Sea. Due to the influence of the warm North Atlantic current, although it is located at 69° north latitude, it does not freeze all year round.
This unique geographical advantage has made it the largest Soviet port city on the coast of the Arctic Ocean and also the most important military base.
For example, in the port now, it is docked at the Kyiv aircraft carrier, which is undergoing national acceptance!
At this time, on the side of the port, a large long-range radar was turning, and not far from the radar antenna, radar officer Plichev stared at the screen in front of him.
The screen is not big, the bright line is rotating at a speed of 30 seconds, and suddenly, beside the bright line, a bright spot appears!
"The unknown target was found at a distance of 300 kilometers, a height of 9,000 meters, and a speed of 900 kilometers per hour." Pulichev shouted loudly.
His voice awakened the commander of the radar station, Lieutenant Colonel Glubkin, who had fallen asleep on the back of his chair.
Gluubkin opened his eyes, glanced at the bright spots on the screen, and said, "Don't worry, that's our Tu-95, don't make a fuss."
"Then why doesn't he recognize the enemy or me?" Pulichev asked.
"Drink too much." Glubkin said, turned on the radio in front of him, and pressed the call switch: "Airspace No. 167, this is the Murmansk radar station, Tu-95 bomber, please turn on the friend or foe identifier."
After speaking, he turned off the intercom and waited for the display on the screen.
In front of him, there was an empty bottle. It was the vodka that he had drunk half an hour ago. He knew very well that many pilots like to take vodka with airplanes. That is their favorite, maybe they are confused.
This kind of thing has happened more than once, it must be Tu-95!
One second, two seconds, one minute has passed, and there is still no response, that target is coming towards you!
"Tu-95 bomber, please turn on the identifier of friend or foe immediately." Gluubkin was completely awake now.
There was no response, there was only a piercing noise in the radio.
"Command, command, Murmansk radar station found an unknown target, flying towards us!" He turned the radio to another channel and shouted loudly.
Damn, is it a NATO reconnaissance plane? Or a bomber
At the height of the Cold War, a conflict may turn into a world war. Are the Americans going crazy? The two people inside the radar station felt a cold chill. (End of this chapter)