Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1271 You guys want to fly to the sky?

"catch!"

"Sway your body!"

"After landing, land on both feet and let your body hang down naturally in a bent position!"

Airborne battalion, equipment training area.

Qin Feng and his friends are undergoing their final landing training before their parachute jump.

Unlike previous training sessions, this time everyone carried heavy parachutes on their backs and even had to carry certain weapons and equipment on their bodies.

As air force special operations personnel, in addition to regular combat equipment, they also need to carry weapon packs and tactical vests.

In other words, the weight upon landing may even exceed the knee's ability to withstand it.

This is why there's a saying among airborne troops: "Three swellings and three subsidences before they can soar into the sky."

Qin Feng stood on high ground, carrying a parachute, a gun, a backpack, a small-caliber rocket launcher tube, and several simulated artillery shells.

He grabbed the handrail high in the air, and his body swung like a swing from the platform to the other side before he let go and landed steadily like a small mountain.

As your feet touch the ground, your knees will quickly buckle to absorb the force, but you can still feel the downward force.

Fortunately, as a cheat code user, even with so much weight on him, Qin Feng could still stand up steadily, as if nothing had happened.

The company commander of the 2nd Airborne Assault Company, who was accompanying Qin Feng during the training, secretly admired him for his effortless demeanor.

From initial ignorance to the astonishing talent displayed after repeated training.

No matter what kind of training it is, this young commander can become more proficient than the veterans after only one or two tries.

If he does it four or five more times, he will be able to catch up with these air force special forces soldiers. His talent is so terrifying that it will make everyone present feel ashamed.

None of the elite army troops he brought were easy to deal with.

Li Jiasheng was carrying a sniper rifle on his back, along with a lot of heavy objects.

The greater the weight of a substance, the greater the impact force upon landing; this is basic physics knowledge from junior high school.

But after landing, this guy deliberately fell to the side to reduce the impact of his weight and avoid damaging his knees.

The fact that Li Jiasheng was able to figure this out on his own shows that he has begun to have his own unique insights into parachute landing.

As the commander of a special operations company in an army brigade, his experience in land combat is unmatched by most of them.

Especially in sniping tactics, he was praised by many leaders as a "strategic" sniper.

Even if it means sacrificing the entire squad, we must buy him the chance to fire.

Their airborne battalion also had one such person, but only one.

His name was Deng Fanghua, and he was the platoon leader of the first platoon of the second assault company.

The two were evenly matched in sniping tactics, but in terms of actual combat skills, Li Jiasheng was slightly better.

"That landed beautifully!"

Deng Fanghua stepped forward and reached out her hand to help him up.

Li Jiasheng also grabbed him with one hand and used the leverage to stand up.

Li Jiasheng rubbed his knees, weighed the weight on his back, and said, "The more you hang, the greater the downward force. If you do too much, your knees really can't take it."

Deng Fanghua, a fellow Tiancai sniper, said with a grin, "Now you understand why we're a step behind the Army Special Forces in combat, right? Goodness, you guys can arrange a heavy machine gun squad to carry machine guns on missions."

"With so many drum magazines on their backs, and the ability to carry large-caliber rocket launchers and rocket artillery, we can only go into battle lightly equipped."

"If we encounter enemy defensive positions or lines of fire, it will be very difficult to break through."

Li Jiasheng shook his head: "If you don't have enough weapons, you can make up for it with strength. If you had the skills of our commander, you could jump into the enemy's encirclement and be surrounded by a heavy firepower company, and still fight your way out."

Deng Fanghua turned to look at Qin Feng standing there and asked in surprise, "Is this leader really that arrogant?"

Li Jiasheng raised an eyebrow: "What? You really think our leader got to where he is today by developing technology and singing as an artist?"

Deng Fanghua smiled and said, "No, it's just that I haven't seen him actually make a move, so I have no idea."

Li Jiasheng: "If you have the opportunity to go on a mission together in the future, you will witness what the art of killing is."

"So, how do you compare to your superior?"

"Just half a pound."

"That's not much different."

"He has half a pound of gold, and I have eight ounces of brass."

He lowered his voice and whispered to Deng Fanghua, "I can't last a single round against him; as for you, even if I find you the best sniping position and the best weather, you still won't be able to hit him."

Deng Fanghua suddenly felt a sense of dread, as if he had stumbled into a celestial realm and was utterly astonished by the divine beings within.

Except for the first day, Qin Feng was very polite in the following days, and he always had a smile on his face when dealing with ordinary soldiers.

They even took the initiative to ask their company commander for advice on some training matters.

Therefore, Deng Fanghua simply couldn't imagine how someone could be so strong.

What kind of weapon is this?

With such formidable strength, why are you so low-key?

However, Deng Fanghua also had a question: why was the other party not part of the special operations system, but instead rose through the ranks from a large corps commander to become the head of operations and training?

Such a talented person should be leading special forces and building his own team, right?

Just as he was puzzled, Qi Meng, Zhuang Ping, and Long Tianye completed their final "parachute landing" training on land.

"Hello, Captain!"

Just then, Battalion Commander Wu Changguo walked over with his chief of staff.

Upon seeing this, everyone stood at attention and saluted, while Qin Feng simply nodded to him.

Although both were senior colonels, Qin Feng's rank was actually one level higher than Wu Changguo's, so as his superior, he didn't need to salute him; a nod would suffice.

Wu Changguo raised his hand and gestured to Qin Feng, who politely returned the gesture.

Wu Changguo asked the second company commander, "Is the training alright?"

Second Company Commander: "Reporting to the Battalion Commander, the theoretical foundation and simulation training have all passed, meeting the standards for actual jumps!"

"it is good."

Wu Changguo looked at Qin Feng: "Then, Director Qin, shall we just go straight to the sky?"

These words would sound like an insult to any team.

However, in the airborne troops, "You want to go to the sky?" is not an insult.

Qin Feng nodded: "We've been here for so long, just waiting for this day. Let's see how our parachute opening and jumping skills compare to your airborne brigade."

Wu Changguo smiled; Qin Feng's words were quite respectful of him.

So he didn't waste any more time; it was all about mutual learning and progress.

Coincidentally, the second and third companies have parachute training later, so we can jump together.

The rear hatch of the gray Y-12 in the distance slowly opened, and Qin Feng led his men strode towards it.

Qin Feng appeared relatively calm, while Li Jiasheng and Qi Meng seemed quite excited. Zhuang Ping was somewhat nervous, but overall remained composed.

Only Long Tianye felt his heart pounding like a drum, and his legs inexplicably felt weak and powerless...