After boarding the plane, two hours later, the warning to prepare for parachuting sounded in the cabin. The eight of them immediately stood up from their seats with their supply packs in their arms.
Once the rear hatch opened, all eight jumped out one after another. Soon, huge black ram-air parachutes blossomed in the sky. The weather was overcast today, and the black parachutes offered better concealment.
"Follow me." Jiang Yan Hai gave a low shout over the comms channel and steered his parachute north.
Using the terminology of certain games, they were performing a standard high glide. Each of them carried a special identification device, practically invisible to the naked eye, but the electronic equipment on their masks could detect those devices, allowing them to spot their comrades in the night sky.
Jiang Yan Hai and the others were landing in a mountainous forest. Landing with ram-air parachutes in such primeval woods carried a certain degree of risk.
Especially if the parachute got caught in a tree while you were still far above the ground. During a rapid descent, colliding with branches could easily cause broken limbs to stab straight into your body.
Fortunately, they landed safely enough. They were all professionals and knew how to avoid such dangers. Besides, with Jiang Yan Hai leading them, there was no way he would take them into an excessively tall stretch of primeval forest.
After landing, they discarded their parachutes where they were. They opened their supply packs and attached everything that needed to be carried on their tactical vests and tactical pants.
The remaining supplies, such as the C4, were consolidated into two packs. Jiang Yan Hai took the heavier one. The others had wanted to carry it first, but Jiang Yan Hai snatched it away.
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