A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 796 The Quietly Appearing Airborne Operation.

A small courtyard in Haizi.

The spring sunlight streamed slanting into the courtyard. The withered gourds hanging from the trellis were covered with a thin layer of snow. When the wind blew, the snowflakes fell softly onto the blue brick ground, breaking into fine particles.

Three potted holly bushes under the eaves exude a vigorous green, and the frost flowers on their leaves reflect the warm light leaking through the window, softening the chill of early spring.

At this time of day, elderly people would often sit on rattan chairs, warming themselves with thread-bound books, or invite a few friends to play chess around a stone table. The clattering sound of chess pieces hitting the board could be heard halfway down the alley.

But today was different. Several elderly men, who rarely had a moment of leisure, were neither playing chess nor enjoying tea and reading. Instead, they all gathered around a somewhat bulky radio.

The equipment was transmitting a real-time call, mixed with the hissing of electrical current and the noise of high-altitude winds, bringing the intense battle situation thousands of miles away to the forefront.

"Good! Well done! Beautifully executed! Hahaha!" An old man in a gray cotton-padded coat couldn't help but slap the stone table, causing the tea in his teacup to slosh around. "This 'Thunderclap' blast was worth it; one burst of fire and the bandit's den was completely stunned!"

The others nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on the radio. There was no storytelling or news broadcast; instead, it was a live report of the battle at Heixiazigou.

Amidst the whistling of the high-altitude air currents, a trembling voice, brimming with excitement, rang out clearly. It was Comrade Lantian from the front lines: "...Oh dear, leaders, what a pity, you didn't get to see it with your own eyes!"

Comrade Lantian's penetrating voice, thanks to his improved skills, remained clearly audible even with the interference of high-altitude air currents. "That guy! Our 'Thunderclap' swooped down, and the rockets rained down like a storm, whoosh whoosh whoosh—boom boom! The mine sheds and thieves' dens below were instantly ripped into the sky! Then the machine guns, like iron brooms, thump thump thump, chased those bastards who were still trying to run away, making them fly like chickens and dogs! It was exhilarating! So exhilarating!"

"Hmm! Not bad! It's just that the ground forces are still a bit disjointed. If you could wait for the militia from Factory 112 to arrive before launching the airstrikes, and do a coordinated air-ground operation, that would be much better!"

"Hehehe, boss, have you forgotten what kind of unit we are?"

"We are paratroopers!"

"What? You're planning to..."

"Leaders, listen up!"

……

As they spoke, Comrade Lantian's voice faded away. The sounds of the front lines came through the radio again.

"Silver Eagle has finished cleaning! Cat, take note! Cat, take note! It's our turn!"

"'Cat One' received! Altitude 300, heading 270, speed 60, preparing to enter the drop point!"

"'Cat Number Two' has arrived! Following closely behind Number One!"

"'Cat Number Three' received! Following closely behind Number Two!"

"Cat No. 4, received! Cover the flanks!"

The background noise from the loudspeaker was instantly dominated by the whirring, thump-thump-thump sound of the rotorcraft's engine. The wind grew clearer and more rapid, indicating that the aircraft was descending and adjusting its attitude.

On the battlefield unseen by the leaders, three "Flying Cat Car" gyroplanes, utilizing their superior low-altitude performance and agility, and taking advantage of the smoke from the explosions and the terrain for cover, rapidly descended like three nimble mountain eagles, almost skimming the treetops, silently approaching the core area of ​​the destroyed mining site.

As it approached its location, the Flying Cat Car suddenly ascended to about 100 meters above the ground, like three circling falcons, locking onto the attack area below.

"Altitude 150! Prepare for parachute landing!" The pilot of the lead gyroplane gave a brief command.

Each rotorcraft carries two fully armed paratroopers in addition to the pilot. These three pairs together form a reinforced six-man tactical team.

They had already checked each other's parachutes and equipment.

However, their parachutes are quite special, as they are designed for low-altitude parachuting. There is no option for delayed opening; instead, they use a rope-pulled or hand-pulled first-stage opening mode to ensure that the canopy inflates and opens in a very short time, eliminating any freefall phase.

Is it dangerous? It's really dangerous!

But this method is efficient!

This is the "low-altitude forced parachute deployment" tactic.

"Jump! Jump! Jump!"

As the command was transmitted via inter-aircraft communication, the three gyroplanes almost simultaneously dropped the soldiers they were carrying! The six warriors jumped out of the hatch one after another without hesitation!

The instant my body left the aircraft, the main parachute and pilot chute were forcibly pulled out during the jump, violently ripping the main parachute out of the pack! Just a second or two later, six pristine white canopies burst open almost simultaneously in the air, the immense impact of the opening clearly transmitted to every single parachute line. Due to the extremely low altitude, the parachutes barely opened fully, without even enough time to stabilize, before the landing process began!

Their descent was straight and fast, like six white threads suddenly hanging from the sky, precisely cast towards the predetermined landing area.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"... Six heavy landing sounds rang out in succession!

Thanks to their rigorous training and excellent physical fitness, the soldiers used rolling to cushion the impact and quickly detached their parachutes.

"Red team, land!"

"Blue team, land!"

"All personnel are safe!"

The driver of the flying cat car breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his comrade quickly maneuvering after landing, and then reported to his superiors over the radio.

The six soldiers quickly spread out in pairs, forming a classic three-on-three tactical formation, their guns pointed warily in different directions, fully covering the still burning and smoking ruins.

From jumping out of the plane to landing and assembling to complete the tactical deployment, the entire process was completed in a very short time. Comrade Lantian, who was circling high up, pressed the stopwatch in his hand and saw the pointer stop at 25 seconds. He immediately grinned from ear to ear.

"Reporting, sir! My paratroopers will take over the position within 25 seconds!"

"Requesting access to the paratrooper communication channel!"

"Oh? You paratroopers have individual radios now?"

Comrade Lantian hesitated for a while before finally speaking: "Borrowed..."

Before he could say more than a few words, the paratroopers reported an emergency. Upon hearing this, Comrade Lantian immediately switched off the communication channel.

"Attention! Prioritize controlling the partially collapsed workers' quarters area east of the main mine entrance that hasn't been completely destroyed! Red Team reports a possible underground bunker entrance! There might be remaining enemy forces hiding there or important supplies! Blue Team, provide fire support! I will maintain perimeter vigilance. The rest of you, keep an eye on the western forest to prevent any stragglers from escaping through the ravines there! Move out!"

After Lantian gave the order, there was a brief silence on the communicator, with only the buzzing of the current and the faint sound of wind in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, several extremely short and crisp bursts of gunfire came from the loudspeaker on the leader's side: "Bang! Bang bang!"

Then came a huge, muffled thunderous roar as it shattered the obstacle.

Immediately following were the deep, powerful shouts of "Ha!" from the soldiers as they charged forward, along with a few muffled screams of terror and the metallic clanging of weapons falling onto the rubble.

The brief but intense exchange of fire quickly subsided.

A moment later, the voice of a Red Team soldier came through the communicator: "Report: The workers' quarters area has been cleared! A hidden basement entrance has been discovered! Two remaining enemy soldiers who attempted to resist have been killed! Some documents and gold dust have been seized!"

"Well done!" Lan Tian's voice carried a hint of satisfaction and approval. He then ordered the perimeter to be expanded and the surrounding area to be thoroughly searched to ensure there were no other hidden exits or bunkers.

In the small courtyard by the lake, the elders couldn't help but applaud after hearing the report. The oldest elder pointed to Heixiazi Gully on the map and said with a smile, "Look, even with just six people and three Tmall vehicles, the role of the paratroopers has been demonstrated! This is what 'aerial spearhead' means—not many, but if they can get in and hold the line when it matters, that's commendable!"

The leader's words were transmitted to Comrade Lantian's ears via digital radio. Just as the honest and simple Comrade Lantian was about to express his determination, Xiong Da, who was sitting next to him, covered his mouth.

"What... are you doing!"