By the time the Air Force Wing Commander jumped out of the cabin, the plane had already lost quite a bit of altitude, and at the same time it was flying very fast, far exceeding the ordinary airborne safety line. The moment his parachute opened, he was subjected to a gravitational impact of seven to eight G's, and within a dozen seconds of opening the parachute, he lost his ability to perceive at one point.

By the time Lieutenant Colonel Maiko woke up, his parachute was not far from the ground, and he quickly grabbed the straps on both sides of his shoulders and steered the parachute to avoid the towering ridges and chimneys, and in an instant he had already chosen his route and was ready to land directly on the street.

Although he had only received a week's training, Lieutenant Colonel Maiko already knew how to operate the new parachute, which was a talent in his blood, and there was no reason to talk about it. Maiko tugged at the strap of the parachute with both hands, turned his head to look for the traces of his two subordinates, only to catch a glimpse of two gray umbrella shadows in the distance, and then the vision was obscured by the roofs of the buildings on both sides.

The new wing is so good that it allows the parachutist to descend at a speed of about five meters per second, and the impact force on the ground is about the same as jumping from an empty body on a two-metre-high wall. Lieutenant Colonel Maiko is of medium size, not very tall, because of the perennial insistence on exercise, the muscles are well-proportioned and strong, the weight plus life-saving equipment and weapons, almost about 80 kilograms, just under the safety line, plus the standard movement when landing, so there is no damage.

The German pilot landed right in the middle of the ashlar street, kneeling on one leg and looking around vigilantly as he unstrapped his parachute. The street looked very old, lined with dilapidated three-story houses, and to the Germans' confusion, there was no one on the street at this time, and the surroundings were as quiet as ghosts.

At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance, and Maiko hurriedly dodged to the side of the road, and then he realized the source of the loud noise, which was the last swan song of JU88B.

"I don't know where it fell. Hopefully, no civilians will be injured. Lieutenant Colonel Maiko knew this was wishful thinking, the whole area was residential, and there was half a tank of fuel on the plane, which was enough to cause a disaster. At this time, the lieutenant colonel of the Air Force finally freed himself from all the buckles and the entanglement of the parachute, and then he took off his helmet and began to take off his life jacket. It was strange to the lieutenant colonel that many people must have seen them parachute at the time, but now the surroundings were so quiet that no one seemed to care about his presence.

After taking off the cumbersome life jacket. He began to roll up his parachute, then clumped it up and stuffed it into a pile of debris next to the steps of his apartment. It seemed like he could find a place to hide, and the idea came to Maiko's mind. Now that the British had not yet launched a search, he had plenty of time to find a place to hide his tracks, and if he had a choice, he certainly did not want to become a prisoner of the enemy before victory came, and surrendering without a fight would be contrary to his usual principles, not to mention the honor of an officer of the Luftwaffe. Lieutenant Colonel Maiko made up his mind, and he was ready to look for an opportunity to fight the British again.

By this time, he had already cleaned up the burden on his body and threw the unwanted things into the garbage heap. The lieutenant colonel waited in place for a while, but found that there was still silence all around. He put his helmet back on, picked up his gear bag and walked briskly into the side alley.

"Look at what I have left." Lieutenant Colonel Maiko had already turned a few alleys in quick succession, and felt that he should move away from the landing point, and he found a slightly cleaner step in a slightly brighter back alley and sat down. He put the equipment bag at his feet and began to check his equipment.

Each bomber pilot had a similar canvas bag for life-saving supplies and weapons. Because there is enough space in the bomber to put these items. When crew members encounter danger and need to skydive, they can hang the bag from a belt around their waist with two sturdy straps. It can not only free both hands to operate the parachute, but also does not affect the body posture of the parachutist when landing.

The Air Force has no specific requirements for the variety of these equipment, only the overall weight, and everything cannot add up to more than 15 kilograms, mainly to avoid injuries to the carrier when landing due to overweight.

Lieutenant Colonel Maiko kept a universal survival kit and some first-aid medicines, as well as the all-important atlas and forged British ration tickets from Germany. The survival kit is a common model for the three armed forces, which contains a triangular scarf, two rolls of disinfectant bandages, three anesthetic needles and a box of disinfectant powder, as well as boxed painkillers and aspirin, two glass ampere bottles of red mercury and disinfectant cotton balls. There is also a tube of water purification tablets and high-energy food for three meals. A small round mirror for signaling, a whistle, a spare recommended compass, and a small bakelite cylinder for a waterproof match. Lieutenant Colonel Maiko also carried an additional box of six anesthetic needles, several packets of sulfonamide powder in paper packets, and two tubes of burn ointment in aluminum hoses.

The atlas is the latest edition, a fine miniature print, including a map of the city of London, the size of a handkerchief, with a magnifying glass on a military compass, and the main streets and neighborhoods are clearly distributed. The most special thing is the ration ticket, which is made of the original as a template, and the production is so fine that it can be fake, and along with the ration ticket is a stack of pound sterling bills, about 300 pounds, which is not a forgery from the military, because the Germans now have money. It was the Führer's idea to issue British ration tickets and pounds sterling to the pilots, not so much to want the pilots to be spies in enemy-occupied territory, but to bribe the greedy British civilians so that the German pilots who had no choice but to parachute would be better.

Equipped with weapons by each person to choose, the general pilot will carry the standard equipment issued by the army, the earliest air force equipment pilots are some police PP and more miniature PPK, to be honest, the group of air pride is not very fond of these small toys, they think that these things are not masculine enough and lack of power, when encountering an opponent with a rifle, they can only use it to kill themselves.

His Excellency seemed to hear the pilots, and ordered the distribution of a batch of improved Mausers, which were powerful and modified to be fully automatic, with an effective range of one hundred and fifty meters with the butt attached. The only drawback of this thing is that it is a bit heavy and large, but the pilots are not too cumbersome at all, they don't have to carry this thing on their backs, including fighter pilots who praise this thing, and they put it in the cabin as a last self-defense equipment.

The delicate and expensive P08 has always been a favorite of officers, but in fact it can only be used to play handsome on the battlefield, and only two of the special models can really be used in combat. Lieutenant Colonel Maiko was carrying one of them. The artillery type with a long barrel is still a private custom version, the walnut carved handle is engraved with the Austro-Hungarian eagle emblem, and more rarely, in addition to the two standard 8-round magazines, there is also a 32-round drum, and the leather holster is fixed with a belt on the back of the extended wooden stock, which is connected to the interface at the back of the handle, and can ensure that the bullet is not missing within two hundred meters.

This is a good thing that can be passed down from generation to generation, and it took a lot of effort and gold marks to get it. The lieutenant colonel of the Air Force picked up the drum and examined it carefully. Reaching out and tightening the clockwork behind the drum, he skillfully pulled out the original magazine and loaded the drum, and then carefully loaded the butt. Now Maiko has a powerful weapon of murder in his hands and is ready to attack.

At that moment, a muffled call came from the corner of the wall. "Hi, Germans."

Lieutenant Colonel Maiko was taken aback, and he quickly raised the weapon in his hand and aimed it at the corner of the wall.

"Hey, we don't mean anything, you're German." Very standard German. It seems to have a Bavarian accent.

"Who? Come out, to where I can see. The Luftwaffe lieutenant colonel knelt on one leg, the butt of his rifle resting firmly on his shoulder, and he whispered. The voice was muffled through the mask.

"Got it, don't shoot, we're not your enemies." The voice settled, and two figures walked out from around the corner. In order to avoid the excitement of the Germans, they deliberately walked out into the dappled sunlight of the alley.

The two men looked a little shabby and depressed, and they were wearing just ordinary coats. The corners and cuffs of the shirt have been worn to expose the lining, the tall one wears pants with reinforced knee patches, the brown leather shoes are badly worn, and the shorter one wears a pair of gray trousers, which look like they are also old, and the trouser legs are obviously shorter, obviously a little bit ill-fitting.

Maiko immediately judged that these were two civilians at the bottom of society, and at least for the time being, they would not pose much of a threat to themselves.

"Tell me, what's the matter, you can recognize my identity, it seems that I am not an ordinary person, are you going to hand me over to the police to receive a reward?" Lieutenant Colonel Maiko was worried, he feared that the other party was dragging his feet, and maybe they had other accomplices who had already gone to report to the authorities.

"Police? Phew, those damn Churchill dogs, sooner or later I'll cut their throats one by one. The tall man spat on the ground, and he said angrily.

"Are you Austrian?" Maiko heard the other man's accent.

"My mother was, and now I am a free man."

"Free man?" Maiko was a little confused, and he glanced at the short man, seeking an explanation.

"Don't talk about that, you're the pilot of the plane in front of you, we saw you parachuting, it's dangerous here, Churchill's puppies are rushing here, and it will fill up soon. Don't talk now, follow us, and we'll explain it to you on the way. The short man beckoned to Maiko, meaning to let the lieutenant colonel of the Air Force follow him.

"Two of my subordinates were parachuting together."

"Our men have already gone to look for them, I'm sure you'll be able to meet them soon, and now there's no time, sir, please leave here with us at once." The short man was a little anxious, and he urged the Germans not to hesitate any longer.

Lieutenant Colonel Maiko hesitated for a moment, then decided to trust these two men for the time being, he had no way out anyway, maybe this was the turn he wanted.

"I hope you're telling the truth, and I'll keep an eye on you." Lieutenant Colonel Maiko stood up and lowered the muzzle of his gun, but his fingers were still tightly clasped on the trigger.

"You Germans are really suspicious, well, follow me, watch your fingers, I don't want to be beaten to death from behind." The short man shook his head, then turned and walked into the alley, the tall man tilted his head at Maiko and followed, and the lieutenant colonel took a deep breath and followed the two strange men deeper into the alley.

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