A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 The sergeant canteen was empty, and on the mirror by the fireplace, there was a final record, which was scribbled in a hurry before leaving—

　　【Starting soon, will never cancel】

　　 It's a pity, things are counterproductive.

At 2:30 in the morning, the soldiers of the First Paratrooper Brigade had not yet taken off. They sat in the designated area and listened to the instructions of the officers who led the group: "Under the cover of night, thousands of bombers will bombard the area of ​​operation indiscriminately to ensure The enemy’s air defense positions will not pose a threat to the airborne troops, and we will depart at ten in the morning and arrive near Arnhem at more than one in the afternoon."

　　 "From now on, all of you will start to study the sand table map and investigation photos until you can draw a map of the target area by yourself!"

　　 The noise rang out.

　　 An hour ago, the soldiers were told that the airborne mission was about to begin, and when they came to the airport, only the bombers took off. They had to stay here and wait, and were asked to forcibly remember some landmarks.

　　 It's just that these have nothing to do with Lu Li, because he is going to set off now!

　　 Parachute signalman, a high-risk occupation.

　　 For each airborne operation, these people will land first, and then arrive at the predetermined area, marking the landing area and the airdrop field for the follow-up troops.

　　 Unfortunately, just a few minutes ago, the mission from the division headquarters made Lu Li fall into the abyss—

　　 His platoon is assigned to perform the guiding task.

　　 In fact, this does not conform to historical facts.

　　 On the night before the crossing, Lu Li checked a lot of information and unknowingly turned to an action schedule.

　　 The leading troops of the First Airborne Division should first take off at 10:25 in the morning for the Netherlands. However, this time has been advanced by a full eight hours!

　　 Except for the omnipotent principal, Lu Li couldn't think of anyone else who could do such a wonderful job.

　　 Presumably at this time, all the candidates who passed through have encountered a similar situation.

　　 "Man, hurry up and board the plane."

　　 The big guy Miller couldn't wait. He felt that it was a great honour to be the guide and to be the first batch of landing crews.

　　 So, before Lu Li could answer, he pulled him into the cabin.

　　 Then, six C-47 transport planes took off one after the other at intervals of five to twenty seconds. They would leave their base in Lincolnshire and fly forward over the Aldeburgh coast.

　　 3:30 in the morning.

　　 In the dimly lit cabin, the red light kept flashing.

　　 Soldiers who had taken the anti-fainting pills in advance experienced reactions of varying degrees. Some had a dry throat and some had difficulty swallowing, so they closed their eyes and tried to relieve their discomfort.

　　 However, Lu Li did not take the medicine for airsickness because he was too anxious and forgot to take it.

Frankly speaking, this is his first time flying on an airplane, and it is still this kind of old-fashioned military airplane. The whole process is painful. The internal organs are all uncomfortable. Fortunately, the dinner has already been digested, otherwise, he will definitely vomit. .

　　 Not only that, but what to do with skydiving after a few hours has also become a headache.

　　 After all, jumping down from a height of several hundred meters, in addition to testing the heart, also requires superb skills, otherwise you will fall into disability.

　　 Although he has received the most professional training in his memory, he has never practiced everything and it is not normal if he is not flustered.

　　 "Man, something is wrong with you tonight, what happened?"

　　 Miller leaned in again.

　　 During this period of time, he has been paying attention to Lu Li. Seeing his absent-minded appearance, he is even more worried-Platoon A will bear a huge responsibility, and the non-commissioned officer is not in the state. This is definitely a disaster.

　　 Lu Li also noticed that many soldiers were watching him, so he waved his hand and pretended to say calmly: "It's nothing, it's just a little airsick..."

"Grass!"

　　 Before the words were finished, a suction force came from the hatch. No one knew what went wrong. They couldn't take care of everything, and they clung to the handrail.

　　 Not long after, Lu Li's ears suddenly heard a wailing: "Squad leader, help me!"

　　 Under the strong wind, he squinted for the source of the sound.

　　 It was private soldier Francis Munch. He was sitting near the cargo hatch. As a result, when the hatch bounced for unknown reasons, the force of the air almost sucked him out of the cabin.

　　 In fact, half of this guy has already gone out, and no rescue will be carried out. Then, there is only one in the end, forced to land on the sea, and then wait for death, or pray for a miracle.

In the hesitation, Munch's right hand has been removed from the handle, the rucksack has also been blown away, and a lot of banknotes flew out of it. These are all four hours ago, he won from his companions. There are enough. Ten thousand.

　　 Right now, he can only hope in his left hand, the rope that sustains life, and his companions, and the person closest to Munch is Lu Li. Between them, they are about three positions apart.

　　 "Let go, in accordance with the usual training requirements, open the umbrella bag at 250 meters."

　　 "Don't be afraid, there are amphibious planes hovering at low altitude in this sea area. They will mark the location of the crash and guide the rescue boat to arrive. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Miller shouted loudly. He thought this was the most sensible way, and everyone would understand.

　　 At the same time, a strong air current hit, turning everything in the cabin.

　　 Lu Li floated in mid-air, crawling towards the hatch with his hand, and cursed: "Guri, you were playing cards with Yangshou before! Give me your left hand, hurry up!"

　　 Maybe because he didn't want to feed the sharks, or he didn't want to be swept into the bottom of the sea by the dark tide, Munch slowly let go of his left hand, from the little finger, to the ring finger, and then to the middle finger, while trying his best to lean forward.

　　 He was betting that the pulling rope was strong enough and that Lu Li could catch him in time.

　　 At almost the same time, the co-pilot, Sergeant Bill Oaks, looked back to see how his passengers were doing.

　　 To his horror, a paratrooper was about to fly out of the cabin, and the non-commissioned officer sitting nearby was trying to rescue—

　　 It is almost impossible to achieve, unless the strength is strong enough and the timing is precise enough.

　　 "Sergeant, you still have ten seconds!"

　　 Bill roared loudly. He had no time to explain the reason. After speaking, he forced himself to return to the dashboard.

　　 "Let go, trust me..."

　　 At this time, Lu Li who had climbed to the edge of the hatch also roared.

　　 But, before he got a response, he saw Munch's hand completely left.

　　 Almost subconsciously, he stepped forward again and squeezed half of his palm forcibly, but at some point, Miller also pulled the traction rope.

　　 Both of them used force at the same time, only to feel that something was dragging them down. At a critical juncture, someone pulled them two from behind, the feeling of falling disappeared, and Munch returned to the cabin.

　　 The pilot turned a somersault gracefully, and the hatch closed again with a bang.