"Damn it! The system is a rip-off, what kind of crappy missions is it releasing~"
When the whole person jumped out of the open door of the DC-3 transport plane, with his hands on his waist, the whole person fell to the flat ground like a banana.
In the mouth of Hanzi, such a hateful curse came out.
By the way! It took a long time before jumping out of the cabin.
Kanji, who is the chief skydiving instructor of the Zhongzhou Team, is still full of confidence in this skydiving and landing process.
Even for a long time before, Hanzi was helping everyone in D Company to check again whether the parachute bag was intact and whether it was worn correctly.
In his heart, he was still a little eager to try, and he had a little bit of intention to show off:
Skydiving! I'm very good at this kind of thing, and I have a certificate. Now, I just want you guys to know that my title of chief skydiving instructor is not in vain.
Unfortunately, within a short time of about ten seconds at most after jumping out of the cabin, this guy started to panic in his heart.
The reason is simple, because the current skydiving environment is fundamentally different from the one in his memory.
They saw hundreds of transport planes above their heads, one or two hundred meters away.
They formed a huge fleet there, flying with great momentum...
And countless small figures were jumping out of it like dumplings. For a moment, the airspace above the head was filled with figures, which was extremely spectacular.
Only six DC-3 transport planes, after breaking away from the fleet, were releasing a small number of personnel at a lower altitude.
Facing the large-scale airborne operations on the Allied side, the German troops on the ground would naturally not let their opponents achieve their goals.
Positioned around the transport group, a large number of Allied escort fighter jets were currently entangled with a small number of German fighter jets.
Generally speaking, it seems that the German pilots' positioning is more coquettish.
In the fierce fight, from time to time a fighter jet would drag a long plume of smoke and crash to the ground.
However, since the Allies already have an absolute advantage in the air, the threat posed by the German Air Force is nothing to them.
The anti-aircraft firepower coming from the ground was a disaster for these hard-working paratroopers.
Because of the large amount of anti-aircraft firepower summoned from the ground, especially the famous 88mm anti-aircraft cannon, such a cruel anti-aircraft weapon is currently exploding in the air with a barrage of barrages.
The shrapnel rain curtain formed by the explosion of each artillery shell will affect a quite large area around it.
As long as a group of flesh-and-blood paratroopers were affected by these shrapnel rain curtains, I believe that everyone on the spot would be dead. There is no suspense about this.
But the most devastating part of the Chinese characters happened a few seconds ago.
At that time, I was silently calculating the height in my mind, preparing to type some Chinese characters for the others in D Company, when I suddenly felt a chill on the back of my head.
Hanzi, who was upset, immediately cursed like this:
"What do the Allied meteorologists do for a living? They can't even predict it will rain today. If you parachute in rainy weather, isn't this a joke with human lives?"
The reason why Hanzi is so irritable is because the height of opening the parachute bag is really not that simple to determine, and it involves a considerable amount of doorways.
Opening it too early will keep skydivers in the air for a longer time, which will undoubtedly represent greater dangers.
If you open it later, you will naturally land on the ground faster, but that will cause the landing speed to be too fast and cause harm to the parachutist when they land.
In a more extreme case, even the parachute cannot be fully opened, causing the skydiver to fall directly to death.
But soon after, he stopped greeting the Allied Meteorological Department.
Because he felt something again, and with a soft "snap", it hit his neck directly.
If it weren't for the fact that he was jumping headfirst towards the ground.
The slightly greasy thing rolled down his neck and collar and directly onto his back vest.
Instinctively, Kanji touched the back of his neck and took a look at the thing that slipped out of his hand. He immediately felt better.
Because it is a big eyeball with blue pupils.
Presumably, his owner, a blond boy with blue eyes and a high nose, had a close encounter with an 88mm anti-aircraft gun shell.
Finally, there was such a result.
After the brain made up such a picture, he quickly threw away the eyeball and cursed in the Chinese character.
I no longer have the feeling of confidence I had when I first skydived.
On the contrary, I felt even more panicked than the first time I skydive.
Fortunately, he has not completely forgotten his responsibilities as the parachuting instructor of the Zhongzhou Team. He still needs to show up for his teammates.
Therefore, when he reached a height of about 120 meters, he suddenly opened his umbrella bag, adding one more umbrella to the countless umbrella flowers in the sky.
Compared with extreme skydiving, the height of opening the parachute bag at 100 meters leaves an extra 20 meters of margin.
For such a somewhat extreme height, I certainly know that Chinese characters will not be very friendly to some novices.
But compared with the danger of staying in the air for a long time, Hanzi thinks it is still very worthwhile.
As for such a process, the guys in the team may send some greetings to themselves because of this, and the Chinese characters will not care at all.
You're kidding! Hu Biao, that desperate commander, has been scolded for so long, and it's not like he has lost a hair.
After thinking about this, Hanzi suddenly felt at ease.
Then, he saw a familiar soldier from D Company, that is, the strong man Andy, the Texas cowboy who had sex with Xu Feng.
After quickly overtaking him, it passed over him like a big stone and hit the ground.
It wasn't that the ex-cowboy was scared, or that he was unlucky enough to encounter a pregnant parachute.
Instead, a 15 mm caliber bullet had punched a large hole through the guy's chest.
Without having to worry about falling into a pile of mud after landing, this guy died happily; I don't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.
"F**K~" Instinctively, there was such a swear word in Chinese characters.
In just one day like today, he used more foul language than he usually does in a month.
Without him, the main reason is that this kind of process where you can only be treated as a target and slowly fall in the air, you can only be beaten and cannot fight back, which is too depressing...