More than twenty minutes later, we were two kilometers southeast of the occupied area.
A very inconspicuous van parked slowly at the edge of the square, with Ye Han's SUV nearby.
A figure got out of the car, and a faint light flickered several times in the darkness.
Old Yu whispered: "Here we come!" After saying that, he opened the door and got out of the car.
Ye Han got out of the car with his legs turned, and his right hand subconsciously placed on the pistol grip.
Lao Yu walked up to the black shadow and whispered a few words, and then led the man to Ye Han: "Let me introduce, this is Ye Han, who does the dirty work; Ye Han, he is Lao Xia, my colleague."
"Old shrimp?" Ye Han's jaw almost dislocated, "A shrimp from a fish and a shrimp?"
"No, lobster shrimp." Lao Xia corrected.
Ye Han has black hair, is there any difference?
Old Yu waved his hand and said: "Okay, let's get down to business. Have you brought the umbrella?"
"I brought it." Lao Xia nodded, "Do you really want to use it?"
"Otherwise? What can you do?" Old Yu asked.
"No, but I have to ask clearly, have you ever used a parafoil before?" Lao Xia's expression was very serious.
"Used it." Ye Han replied affirmatively.
"Then you should know that today's weather is not suitable for parafoil flying at all. If Lao Yu hadn't insisted, I wouldn't have come at all!" Lao Xia said angrily.
"I know." Ye Han said calmly, "It's just that it's not suitable, it doesn't mean that it can't fly."
"Are you sure?" Old Yu asked in a deep voice.
"Don't worry." Ye Han chuckled, "Safety standards are set for ordinary people. People like us are best at challenging limits."
Old Fish nodded to Old Xia: "Listen to him!"
Lao Xia blew out a heavy breath from his nostrils: "Don't get wet before opening the parafoil. I need a dry place."
"It doesn't matter." Ye Han said, "Just do as I say, and there will be no problem."
Lao Xia gritted his teeth: "I'm so fucking crazy!" He drove the van, unloaded the parafoil accessories from the car, and assembled them one by one. Soon, the power part of the parafoil was assembled.
Ye Han immediately took over and fixed the parachute rope above the rotor as required. At this point, except for the main parachute that has not yet been opened, all other parts have been assembled.
"I'll get ready." Ye Han said hello and returned to the SUV to put on his equipment. A few minutes later, a fully armed Ye Han appeared in front of Lao Yu Lao Xia.
Lao Xia looked devastated: "Is it possible to bring so many things?"
Ye Han said confidently: "As long as your parafoil is fine."
"It's up to you." Lao Xia simply hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. Is there anyone who can play with parafoils like this? This is a desperate effort, isn't it?
"Help me get it." Ye Han handed the heavy backpack to Lao Yu, sat down on the chair and fastened his seat belt. After packing up all the equipment, he waved to Lao Yu.
Lao Yu handed over his backpack, and Ye Han put it on his chest, put on his goggles, and fastened the night vision goggles on the goggles. He gave Lao Yu and Lao Xia his thumbs up to signal that he was ready to take off.
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The two immediately dragged their backpacks and ran to the southeast. After facing the right direction, the old fish shouted "Hello".
Ye Han immediately started the rotor, and after a few clicks, the rotor began to spin from slow to fast. Old Fish and Old Shrimp quickly opened the parachute bag and quickly shook out the parachute wings.
Ye Han grabbed the parachute rope and ran forward. The wind from the northwest immediately filled the parachute wing, the parachute rope quickly straightened, and the soft hanging parachute wing gradually expanded and took shape, slowly rising upwards.
Ye Han sprinted forward violently, and the lift from the paracord became higher and higher. After running for tens of meters in the square, the lift finally reached the critical point. Ye Han tiptoed and the parafoil rose into the air.
Ye Han immediately controlled the parafoil to climb up. The night wind wrapped in icy rain and hit his face, taking away the last bit of heat from his face. After a while, his face and neck were frozen. If it weren't for his body,
The raincoat cut off most of the cold air, but he was now frozen like a shivering quail.
The parafoil flew higher and higher, and soon flew out of the square. With the help of the sight provided by the night vision device, Ye Han controlled the parafoil to fly straight along the street leading to the occupied area. Several hundred meters high, the height of the parafoil had already exceeded
There are ten-story buildings on both sides of the street.
But this altitude was far from enough. The parafoil continued to rise until it reached an altitude of nearly 500 meters before Ye Han changed the climb to level flight.
In order to prevent the enemy from hearing the noise of the rotors, Ye Han shut down the rotors when he was still hundreds of meters away from the fallen area, and only relied on height and control to glide towards the fallen area.
At this time, the straight-line distance between Ye Han and the target was about more than 700 meters and less than 800 meters. The speed of the parafoil in level flight was about ten meters per second, and the descent speed in the full gliding state was about four meters. When it flew over the hotel, the parafoil's
The height should be higher than the rooftop.
However, considering the impact of rain and wind on the parafoil, the height above the hotel should be almost the same as the rooftop. Even if it is higher than the rooftop, you can make slight adjustments when approaching the rooftop to lower the height in advance.
The paramotor in the sky was like a ghost in the dark night, gliding silently across the night sky and quietly crossing the border of the occupied area without disturbing anyone on the ground.
Flying into the occupied area, Ye Han began to fine-tune the direction of the parafoil, maneuvering the parafoil to avoid the streets and try to fly above the buildings.
As the height gradually decreased, the parafoil got closer and closer to the target. Ye Han finally saw the rooftop of the hotel clearly, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
The Maple Dew Hotel faces south, with a rectangular rooftop running from east to west. On the south side of the rooftop is a neon sign that is at least two people tall. If he continues on his current course, he will either hit the neon sign directly and expose his target, or he will miss the neon sign and fail to catch up.
Lower your altitude and fly directly over the hotel rooftop!
No matter which outcome Ye Han could not accept, he immediately controlled the parafoil to turn a little to the right. The parafoil slowly deviated from the course and flew to the east side of the hotel rooftop.
As the distance approached, Ye Han's heartbeat became faster and faster. At this time, he had forgotten the coldness of the rain and concentrated all his energy on controlling the parafoil.
Closer, closer, the towering neon lights suddenly passed by more than ten meters to the left of Ye Han.
Success is just around the corner!
Ye Han jerked the control rope, and the parafoil in level flight suddenly turned sharply to the left. The turn was so sharp that the parafoil suddenly tilted sharply to the left. Ye Han, hanging under the parafoil, was like a swing thrown out, with the parafoil as a
At the center of the circle, a huge arc was drawn in the air, and people and umbrellas were thrown towards the rooftop.
When Ye Han was thrown directly above the rooftop by the parafoil, there was still a vertical height difference of more than ten meters from the rooftop. If the height could not be lowered in time, the parafoil would inevitably fly over the rooftop.
In desperation, Ye Han couldn't care less. He pulled the brake rope with both arms at the same time. While the speed of the paramotor suddenly dropped, the descent speed suddenly increased a lot, and the man and the parachute accelerated toward the rooftop.
The rooftop quickly enlarged in Ye Han's eyes. He quickly put his legs together and tensed his body like a bent bow, assuming a standard landing posture to resist impact.
