The sergeant's mess hall was empty, but on the mirror next to the fireplace, there was a final note that the cook had scrawled in a hurry before leaving -
[Departing soon, will never cancel]
Unfortunately, it backfired.
At two o'clock in the morning, the soldiers of the 1st Parachute Brigade had not yet taken off. They sat in the designated area and listened to the instructions of the leading officers: "Under the cover of night, thousands of bombers will bomb the operation area indiscriminately to ensure that the enemy The anti-aircraft positions will not pose a threat to the airborne troops, and we will set off at 11 a.m. and arrive near Arnhem around 1 p.m."
"From now on, all of you will start studying the sand table map and reconnaissance photos until you can draw a map of the target area on your own!"
There was a commotion.
An hour ago, the soldiers were told that the airborne mission was about to begin. When they came to the airport, they saw that only the bombers had taken off, and they had to stay here to wait and were asked to forcibly remember some landmark buildings.
However, these have nothing to do with Lu Li, because he is leaving now!
Parachute signalman, a high-risk profession.
During each airborne operation, these people will land first and then arrive at the predetermined area to mark the landing area and airdrop site for subsequent troops.
Unfortunately, just a few minutes ago, the mission from the division headquarters made Lu Li feel like he was falling into the abyss——
His platoon was assigned guidance duties.
In fact, this is not consistent with historical facts.
The night before the time travel, Lu Li checked a lot of information and accidentally came across an action schedule.
The leading troops of the 1st Airborne Division took off first at 10:25 and headed for the Netherlands.
However, this time was advanced by a full eight hours!
At this moment, besides the omnipotent principal, Lu Li really couldn't think of anyone else who could do things so well.
Presumably at this time, all the candidates who came through time had encountered a similar situation.
"Man, let's get going."
The big man Miller couldn't wait. He felt that it was a great honor to serve as the guide and be the first batch of landing personnel.
So, before Lu Li could answer, he pulled him into the cabin.
Immediately afterwards, six C-47 transport aircraft took off one after another at intervals of five to 20 seconds. They will leave the base in Lincolnshire and fly forward over the coast of Aldeburgh.
It's half past three in the morning.
In the dim cabin, red lights kept flashing.
Soldiers who had taken anti-sickness tablets in advance experienced varying degrees of reactions. Some had dry throats and some had difficulty swallowing, so they closed their eyes in an attempt to relieve the discomfort.
However, Lu Li did not take any motion sickness medicine because he was too anxious and forgot to take it.
Frankly speaking, this was his first time flying on an old-fashioned military aircraft. The whole process was painful and his internal organs were in pain. Fortunately, his dinner had already been digested. Otherwise, he would have vomited all over his body. .
Not only that, what to do after skydiving a few hours later was something Lu Li also needed to consider.
After all, jumping from an altitude of hundreds of meters not only tests the heart, but also requires superb skills, otherwise you will fall into a disability, not to mention the pain, and it will also affect your combat.
Although he had received the most professional training in his memory, he had never put it into practice, so it was abnormal for him not to panic.
"Man, something's not right with you tonight, what happened?"
Miller came closer again.
During this time, he had been paying attention to Lu Li, and when he saw his absent-minded look, he became even more worried - Platoon A would bear a huge responsibility, but the leading non-commissioned officer was not in good condition, which would definitely be a disaster.
Lu Li also noticed that many soldiers were looking at him, so he waved his hand and said calmly: "It's nothing, just a little airsick..."
"Grass!"
Before he finished speaking, a suction force came from the hatch. No one knew what the problem was. They didn't care about anything and clung to the armrest.
Not long after, a wailing voice suddenly came from Lu Li's ears: "Squad leader, help me!"
Buffed by the strong wind, he squinted his eyes to find the source of the sound.
That was Private First Class Francis Monk. He was sitting near the cargo hatch, and when the hatch popped open for unknown reasons, the force of the air nearly sucked him out.
In fact, half of this guy's body has already gone out. If no rescue is carried out, there will only be one result: he is forced to land on the sea, and then waits for death, or prays for a miracle.
During the hesitation, Munch's right hand had already separated from the handle, his backpack was blown open, and a lot of money flew out from it. All of these were tens of thousands he had won from his companions four hours ago. So much.
Now, he can only place hope on his left hand, the rope that maintains his life, and his companions. The person closest to Munch is Lu Li. There is about three bodies between them.
"Let go and follow the usual training requirements and open the parachute bag at 250 meters."
"Don't be afraid. There are amphibious aircraft hovering at low altitude in this sea area. They will mark the crash site and guide the rescue boats to arrive."
Miller shouted, thinking this was the most sensible thing to do and everyone would understand.
At the same time, a strong airflow hit, rolling up everything in the cabin.
Lu Li was floating in mid-air, holding the handle and crawling towards the hatch, cursing: "Damn it, you were playing cards with Yang Shou before! Give me your left hand, quick!"
Perhaps because he didn't want to feed the sharks, or because he didn't want to be swept into the sea by the undercurrent, Munch slowly released his left hand from his little finger, to his ring finger, and then to his middle finger, and leaned forward as hard as he could.
He was betting that the pulling force of the traction rope would be enough and that Lu Li could catch him in time.
Almost immediately, the co-pilot, Sergeant Bill Oaks, turned back to see how his passengers were doing.
What horrified him was that a paratrooper was about to fly out of the cabin, and the noncommissioned officer sitting nearby was trying to rescue him——
That is almost impossible unless you are strong enough and the timing is precise enough.
"Sergeant, you have ten seconds!"
Bill roared loudly. He had no time to explain why. After finishing speaking, he forced himself to return his attention to the dashboard.
"Let go, trust me..."
At this time, Lu Li, who had climbed to the edge of the hatch, also roared.
However, before receiving a response, he saw Munch's hand leave completely.
Almost subconsciously, he reached forward again and grasped half of his palm with force, and Miller also pulled the traction rope at some point.
The two of them exerted force at the same time, only to feel something dragging them down. Then, someone pulled them from behind, the falling feeling disappeared, and Monk returned to the cabin.
The pilot did a graceful somersault and the hatch slammed shut again.
