Farming Life Starting in Africa

Just a second ago he was staying up all night shopping at Andrews, and when he got tired he would crawl into the plane he had his eye on to catch up on sleep. How did he end up suspended in the air in the blink of an eye, and then get caught up in the absurd plot of his plane being shot down?

Absurd as it may seem, a few seconds later his chaotic thoughts finally came together. Looking at the four faces in front of him that he knew all too well, Rosen's pupils shrank.

Hannibal, Murdoch, Parker, Bosco!

Isn't this the four main characters from "The A-Team"?!

While he was sleeping, he inexplicably wandered into an absurd scene in the movie!

In this life-or-death situation, the four members of the special forces team had no time to pay attention to the suddenly appearing unfamiliar soldiers. They quickly secured their bodies and prepared for an emergency descent from the sky.

Rosen instinctively gripped the non-slip handle next to the shell loading port, firmly fixing his body and stabilizing his center of gravity.

Just as he exerted his strength to stabilize himself, a deafening roar came from the outside, comparable to a heavy aerial bomb detonating at close range, causing the entire tank to tremble violently and shake wildly.

Rosen, with his superhuman strength, remained firmly rooted to the spot, unmoved. In contrast, the four members of the Sky Dragon Special Forces were instantly thrown about, staggering and swaying wildly in the cramped cabin, looking utterly disheveled.

Especially the big black guy Bosco, who was asleep the whole time, had his head shoved right into the crotch of the handsome white guy Parker. The position was so outrageous that he almost gave Parker a "sex reassignment surgery" with a headbutt.

Following the shockwave of the explosion was an extremely intense feeling of weightlessness. The entire tank was completely freed from the C130 fuselage and began to fall freely from the sky. Everyone inside the cabin had a faint illusion of floating and soaring into the air.

The fear of weightlessness at high altitude instantly overwhelmed Rosen, and his first reaction was to open the hatch and parachute to safety.

His capsule space was fully equipped with a parachute and a complete oxygen supply system. With his physical fitness and adaptability, a solo skydive would be absolutely safe. He certainly didn't want to attempt an extreme descent from inside a tank.

Just as he reached for the hatch release, Hannibal suddenly grabbed him tightly by the back of his collar, his voice urgent and serious: "Don't open the hatch! The altitude is too high; the low pressure and lack of oxygen will make us faint instantly, and then we'll be completely finished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong, taut tug came from above. The giant airdrop parachute successfully opened under the force, and the wildly falling tank instantly stabilized its descent. The suffocating feeling of weightlessness slowly subsided, and Rosen's tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

Just then, a terrified and resentful roar came from the corner: "Bosco! You bastard! You almost ruined my livelihood!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and punched the sleeping, burly man hard in the chest. However, the man was fast asleep and did not react at all no matter how much he punched him, as if he were immune to physical damage.

With the crisis temporarily averted, Hannibal finally had a moment to spare. He looked at Rosen, who had suddenly appeared beside him, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? What are you doing hiding in the tank? Is everyone alright? Are any of you injured?"

Murdoch, ever the free spirit, chimed in first, his tone nonchalant: "We're all fine, except Bosco's acting a bit strange. Parker just punched him hard in the stomach, and I reckon he'll be foaming at the mouth in a bit."

After they finished complaining, their eyes all fell on Rosen, full of doubt and wariness.

Rosen was both amused and exasperated. He fully accepted the absurd reality of his intrusion into a famous scene, shrugged slightly, and casually made up a safe alias.

"My name is Ethan Hunt, a soldier stationed at Andrews Base."

Anyway, his own face could never appear at the US military base. The commotion he caused was destined to be shocking. Using a fake identity as a cover was absolutely foolproof.

Hannibal shook his head helplessly after hearing this, his face full of complaints. The discipline of the US military is truly rotten to the core now; soldiers are actually hiding in airborne tanks and sleeping during the day, it's outrageous.

"Alright, you lazy brat," Hannibal said helplessly, his tone tinged with exasperation. "You just stand there and watch, learn how we turn the tide in this desperate situation and get out of here alive."

At this moment, Pike finally recovered from the shock and near-death experience, and asked with lingering fear, "Won't the people outside think we've already perished in the plane explosion?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of sharp, clanging sounds rang out from the tank's hard outer armor. Bullets kept hitting the armor plates, the sound crisp and piercing, making people's scalps tingle.

Murdoch maintained his manic grin, his tone ridiculously relaxed, completely disregarding the life-or-death crisis: "I don't think they're thinking that way. Hey buddy, if these drones keep strafing us, our parachutes will be blown to bits sooner or later, and we'll just have to freefall!"

Seeing Murdoch's comical and nonchalant attitude at the critical moment of life and death, the other three were speechless.

In the brief moment of their tug-of-war and conversation, the large, dark-skinned Bosco in the corner slowly woke up, rubbing his throbbing, groggy head. His stomach was also throbbing with pain, and he felt groggy and uncomfortable.

He spoke weakly, his voice filled with lingering fear: "Hannibal, tell me, we're definitely not on Murdoch's plane anymore, are we?"

Murdoch grinned wickedly. "Of course not, the plane is gone. You're sitting in my personal tank now, a high-altitude exclusive, something most people don't get to experience."

Bosco was initially relieved; as long as it wasn't Murdoch flying the plane, he wasn't afraid of anything.

But then he thought about it again. They were currently 10,000 meters in the air, with the tanks hanging in mid-air and plummeting. A strong sense of foreboding instantly welled up in his heart, and his face fell again.

At that moment, another round of intense bullets swept outside, and the sound of armor colliding echoed everywhere, escalating the danger once again.

Seeing Bosco's nearly exasperated and miserable expression, Pike chuckled and joked, "Hannibal, as long as the altitude drops below 6,000 meters, I can open the hatch, go out, and operate the machine gun to fight back. I'll be perfectly safe, right?"

Hannibal grinned, then turned to Murdoch and ordered in a deep voice, "Activate the fire control system. Prepare for a counterattack!"

Murdoch instantly became excited, gave a comical German salute, and shouted, "Long live Hannibal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Parker was about to get up, push open the hatch, and climb onto the commander's external weapon station. There was a classic Browning M2HB .50 caliber heavy machine gun there, which could be used to counter incoming drones.

Rosen, who had been watching the whole thing, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and the original plot flashed through his mind.

He remembered clearly that although Parker's maneuver could destroy an MQ-9 Reaper drone, the cost was extremely high. It would directly destroy both main parachutes, causing the tank's descent speed to completely spiral out of control, plummeting at an extremely high speed throughout the entire process.