The soldiers who got the parachute bags first rushed to the exit hatch from a passage that their companions consciously squeezed open, and with the order of the political commissar, they hooked the lead lock behind the main parachute bag to the parachute cable directly above the middle of the hatch, and the time was so tight that they did not have time to check the parachute and the spare parachute hanging on their chests, and could only pray that the equipment produced at the base was as good and reliable as ever. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The position of parachutist cannot be assigned at all, but only by the consciousness of each soldier. The transport plane was slowly spinning and climbing, and the pilots finally realized how much risk it was to let the paratroopers jump at this distance, but now it seemed that this long overdue maneuver did not seem to be doing much.

When the soldiers who received the parachute bags behind them crowded to the stern of the cabin, the mid-air under the hatch was already covered with a number of white umbrella flowers, and the speed of the intensive parachute jump was so fast that people had no time to react at all. Low-altitude skydiving will not give people the opportunity to choose to open the parachute, because the moment you step on the air, the tension cable hooked on the long parachute cable will immediately pull out the main parachute, and the back cover of the parachute bag will be pulled into a small ball to hang on the top of the parachute, and the strong air will blow back violently, and the person will float out.

The cold and cold air currents blew through the faces like knives, and the "paratroopers" who did not prepare windproof goggles could only squint while swaying back and forth, always vigilant against their companions drifting in the wind, ready to pull the rope at any time to change direction slightly, so as to avoid the tragedy of entanglement and death.

The turbulence set off by the osprey propeller became the first problem they faced, after all, the parachute wings opened at the moment of leaving the fuselage, and two paratroopers who jumped late collided head-on under the blowing of the turbulence, and there was a noise everywhere, and the others didn't know what the situation was with the two of them, fortunately the parachute rope was not entangled, but the political commissar who jumped behind them noticed that one of the people wearing a steel helmet had his head on his shoulder, and a bad feeling rose in his heart, But the air currents blew him farther and farther away, and soon the paratrooper was completely lost in the shadows in the sky.

The landing does not need to consider the load, so almost every soldier carries more equipment and ammunition than the maximum weight that should be carried at this altitude, from the parachute to the landing is only less than 10 seconds, which is equivalent to the free fall of the soldiers are smashed to the ground, one by one bruised noses and swollen faces, some of the magazines and grenades stuffed in the pockets of combat uniforms almost spilled to the ground, and they don't even have time to roll and climb a few steps to pick up, The situation on the ground forced them to immediately raise their guns and aim and fire.

The political commissar who fell heavily in the green belt was scratched with blood on his face by the crazy thousand-headed tsubaki that was untrimmed, and the parachute was wrapped in the branches and could not be recovered, he decisively pulled out the short blade on the right side of his thigh and cut the cable behind him with his backhand, and then drilled out of the place where he was like a thorn bush.

As soon as this strong man with Caucasian genes came out, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his short life, an imperial warrior who was hanging high in the treetops pulled out a hot sword in panic, and the big creature with an astonishing temperature instantly burned everything behind the samurai, cables, branches, and some of the protruding armor. The melee king unit in the infantry had apparently only been instilled with a little bit of parachuting skills in his mind, but he had no real experience, and the urgency of the bright acidic bile of the saboteur who had begun to attack the ground affected his mind, and he ignored his position, and as soon as the cable broke, he fell from a height of 5 meters.

"Bang!" The back of the Imperial warrior smashed a cloud of dust, and the armor that had been melted a little by the hot light knife cushioned some of the impact for him, but the legs that fell the concrete floor pierced a white thigh bone from the crook of the leg, and there was a terrifying weirdness in the reflection of the "magma" that flashed from time to time.

Looking at the insects that were speeding up to crawl here, and then looking back at the towering cement factory, the commissar knew that the soldier was finished.

This is not a retreat that can cover each other with tragic colors, this is a stronghold! They had to have fortifications to lean back on, and the rock-like building on the hills was the only option, and unfortunately, the building was behind them.

The face under the helmet was covered with beads of sweat, and it was obvious that the pain caused by the broken bones was tormenting the hapless soldier, and he naturally knew the end he was about to face when he looked back, two fragmentation grenades were pulled out and placed on the concrete floor in front of him, and the kinetic carbine began to shoot without stopping.

Landing, wielding knives, and firing, all the soldiers are completing this process as fast as they can, whether they are crawling forward or trotting all the way, the dense figures are gathering towards the cement factory, they have changed from using the low lane guardrail and green belt as cover for a short firefight to desperately rush towards the building with a white-gray façade, aiming at them is not a dense rain of bullets, but a trace of acidic bile, Even if they hide behind the guardrail, they will be pierced into the body by the fragments of the iron railing that have been corroded and exploded, and each firing line is like a grenade-like area attack, and the principle of urban combat of the Airborne Forces to establish a defensive line on the spot has been mercilessly abandoned in the complex and ever-changing battlefield situation.

The screen in the command center was already in chaos, the dazzling acid bile cut through the screen like a tracer bullet that had been cut into dozens of small pieces, Xana was authorized to concentrate on the safety of the air units, and the messy ground troops were handed over to Shinzo Nagama, who was temporarily pulled into the car, in fact, he could only stare at the mess before most of the soldiers entered the cement plant.

"Oh God! There's one more out there! Dasha, who believed in the Soviets except God, suddenly pointed to an inconspicuous picture in the corner, which was showing the scene before death—a soldier who was fluttering in the wind and was still not falling, and had floated on the heads of the bugs.

At this moment, whether he chose to cut the cable or not, the end was the same, a vertical shot of acidic bile like a laser from the bottom of his boot, and the scene was like a candle in a pan of oil, and the soldier even the equipment turned into a large droplet of thick colored solution dripping to the ground.

"Damn it!" Qin Feng, who heard and saw this scene, hammered the table heavily, "Report the battle damage!" Fast! (To be continued.) )