After about a few hours.
Black has now become the main theme of the sky.
The once-bustling Eastern European city has lost its former splendor, with airplanes circling at low altitudes, not even a lit building in sight.
Not only are there no lights in the residential buildings, but even the airport is without lights.
The vast expanse below looks like a no-man's land at this moment.
At this time, the crew came to consult with Zhang Beixing, hoping that he could make a decision.
Looking out the window into the pitch-black below, Zhang Beixing said, "Is there a way to lower the altitude to the lowest possible without landing?"
After pondering for a moment, the co-pilot responded, "Minister, we can only manage around two hundred meters at most."
"Any lower, and it would be unsafe to pull back up on the flight path."
Two hundred meters?
Rejecting this altitude in his mind for a moment, Zhang Beixing nodded, "Go ahead and arrange it."
