"Be ready!" The platoon leader exclaid.
Ling Qingyu stiffened at the thought of flying through fires and explosions. Whoops, if one bullet hit her, her body would be shredded into pieces.
"Go. Go. Go. Hustle up." With his speech, the light turned green.
Ling Qingyu bit her lips while sliding the clipper above attached to her rope for parachuting chanism.
At the last mont of her step, she sprang out of an aircraft and fell weightlessly. A snap entered her ears but she had no ti to care since her attention was only on her flight.
Soon, a huge jolt yanked her back and her falling speed slowed down to a halt and continued dropping at a low terminal velocity.
The chute behind her had opened successfully. If her chute malfunctioned, she would have nowhere to cry since she knew nothing about ergency alternatives.
Ling Qingyu sighed in relief but her anxiety returned as she felt the air whipped across her. She even saw tracers flying past her and exploding overhead.
Looking behind she narrowed her eyes and saw several shadows of umbrellas falling in the straight line due to the reflection of lights coming from repetitive 'firework'.
The sunset seed to have evaporated as the night ensued. Whoever commanded this operation had tid it well. Under the cover of darkness, paratroopers' safety increased.
But she still expressed the middle finger at any particular commanders to risk their soldiers' lives. This type of parachuting should be an option where everything t its end and no other alternatives were available.
She watched herself with fear, boredom and excitent as the ground got closer. Unfortunately, perhaps due to adrenaline, her mind wasn't thinking properly and she planted her feet firmly without trying to roll off the inertia.
Sparks erupted inside her mind as the pain followed. Obviously, Ling Qingyu knew her knees must be broken. Maybe a little but she had never tasted such pain.
Ling Qingyu lay on the ground as she gritted her teeth and moaned. Cold sweats slid above her pale forehead.
F**k! Why did she ever forget that she must roll? The parachutes weren't controllable. Miss System did everything on purpose.
In fact, Ling Qingyu didn't realize she could control the chutes' direction. Modern chutes had available tools to direct the falling direction as well as utilizing aerodynamic principles to slow down so that paratroopers didn't need to roll on the ground. But in her panic, she missed the crucial detail and paid the price.
Of course, even if she knew, she didn't know the technique. Miss System perfected the thod of the eagle dropping its cub from the sky.
Ling Qingyu took rapid deep breaths to alleviate the pain and her surroundings changed again.
This ti, she was back on the plane. The sa scenes followed. Explosion, yellow tracers, red light…etc.
She was still the first jumper. Green light again and off she went.
Nope, she was still frozen, her fear of feeling her knees broken hadn't weakened yet. She attracted the platoon leader's curse and was dragged by him and kicked out of the plane.
Heck, she had no ti to protest. She was simply rolled off. However, this ti, she managed to grasp the two toggles which were vital for her to control the direction.
After all, a first-tir's fear dissipated if the process repeated again. Even pleasure was possible after pain. XD
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