"One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand!"
Long Yi shouted his countdown clearly, just like he had done countless times before.
His right shoulder was numb. He tried his best to jump out of the plane, but still hit the fuselage.
The collision caused him to lose control instantly and his body began to spin. However, given his experience, he was not panicked. He calmly calls out Countdown and waits.
From his waist to his shoulders, he felt a heartbreaking shock.
As he looked up at the sky, he saw the billowy canvas of the parachute unfurling against a backdrop of empty black sky.
Looking at the parachute canvas, he began to equate the parachute with life. From the perspective of the separation of the parachute rope from the aircraft and its natural unfolding and deployment, the parachute truly represents the lifeline that determines the life and death of a paratrooper.
He began to relax and look around.
The feeling of being suspended in mid-air is the best.
People who have never skydived will never know this feeling.
Another team of parachutists jumped off the C141 transport plane that filled the night sky.
Long Yi looked down at the ground and smiled.
He had to quickly find the floor-mounted panels.
He has about a minute of parachute time before he reaches the ground.
Even this undeveloped mountainous area has recently begun to experience more light pollution, making it more difficult to distinguish landmarks.
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