"Quick, go save the pilot!" Liang Song shouted, his voice laced with an undeniable sense of urgency. His heart contracted sharply, as if the pilot’s safety were the only thing that mattered in the world. With that, he charged toward the cockpit, his steps stumbling yet resolute.
Hearing Liang Song’s cry, He Chenguang ignored the piercing pain in his own body. Gritting his teeth, he dragged his heavy feet to keep up. Every step felt like treading on cotton—soft and powerless—yet a flicker of determination burned in his eyes.
Reaching the cockpit, the two men were struck with anxiety at the sight of the trapped pilot. Liang Song reached out to pry away the mangled metal pinning the pilot down, but the sharp, jagged edges cut into his fingers, leaving them dripping with blood. He ignored it completely, focused on one thought: the pilot had to be saved. He gritted his teeth, letting out muffled grunts with every surge of effort, each sound a testament to his final struggle against the ruthless metal wreckage. He Chenguang helped from the side, gripping a dashboard pressing down on the pilot’s legs, trying to lift it. His arms bulged with the effort, muscles taut like drawn bowstrings.
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