Farming Life Starting in Africa

After doing all this, he bent down and retreated back into the cabin, closing the hatch behind him.

The biting wind was instantly shut out, the icy feeling subsided, and the cabin regained its warmth.

The only noise in the tank compartment was the turbulence of the airflow. All four men were stunned, clearly still reeling from the victory they had just achieved.

The first to break the silence was the eccentric Murdoch.

His eyes widened, and he leaned closer with a look of utter disbelief, his tone exaggerated to the extreme: "My God! Delta Force is in such a mess now? Two Reaper drones! And you took them all down in less than half a minute?!"

Parker, standing to the side, had long since completely abandoned any trace of his previous disdain.

He had just planned to retaliate himself, but compared to Rosen's clean and decisive double kill, his own marksmanship was like a child playing with a water gun—completely outmatched and not even in the same league.

Having just recovered, the large, dark-skinned Bosco completely forgot his lingering pain and stared blankly at Rosen, muttering to himself, "Dude, are you really a legitimate Delta Force soldier? Are special forces soldiers this ridiculously strong these days?"

Hannibal, the most composed and level-headed of the four, now had a deep look in his eyes and was filled with doubt and unease.

He had been in the military for decades and had seen countless top special forces soldiers, but he had never seen anything so outrageous.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, amidst turbulent air currents and constant shaking of the vehicle, it calmly destroyed two Reaper drones in half a minute, as if it were shooting at a target in a training field.

It's important to understand that high-altitude air-to-air shooting is hundreds of times more difficult than ground-based shooting. Airflow interference, vehicle swaying, and the target's agility—any one of these variables can cause the shot to miss. Accurately hitting a high-speed flying drone is virtually impossible.

While the results were astonishing, they were undeniable and definitely a good thing for them.

Seeing this, Rosen took the initiative to break the awkward silence and changed the subject: "Alright, now that the drone issue is resolved, the most important thing is to figure out how to land safely."

One sentence instantly enlightened everyone.

The group quickly snapped out of their daze, looking at the rapidly receding clouds outside the screen, their hearts tightening in unison.

The crisis seemed to have been temporarily averted, but their situation was still somewhat absurd—an unpowered M8 airborne tank, with three giant parachutes attached, was slowly falling from an altitude of 10,000 meters.

The real test of life and death is never the aerial combat just now, but the impact of landing that follows.

Anyone with a basic understanding of military affairs knows that when airdropping tanks worldwide, the crew and the tank are always separated.

Even with parachutes and thrust-damping devices, the impact of a steel behemoth weighing tens of tons landing from a great height is still terrifying.

Even during landing, many deadly things can still happen.

If anyone lands with them, the immense inertia and impact are enough to shatter their internal organs and turn their brains into tofu.

Just as everyone was secretly worried, Murdoch, who had been watching the ground through the cameras outside the tank, suddenly shouted, "Hannibal! Look down! There's a lake at three o'clock!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits lifted instantly, and their faces lit up with joy.

Water provides a buffer! As long as they land on the lake surface, their survival rate will be much higher. The only thing that needs to be addressed is the surface tension of the water at the moment of entry. If that's handled properly, they can survive.

Hannibal remained calm and quickly pressed on, "How much further?"

"About two kilometers!"

Bosco immediately cursed, his face full of helplessness: "Damn it, it's too far! At our current rate of descent, we can't possibly glide over there!"

Hannibal and Parker exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up. Hannibal turned to the group, his tone crisp and decisive: "Brothers, let's get to work! Murdoch, activate the weapons systems. Today we're going to make the tanks 'drift' over there!"

Rosen couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched this classic scene.

As expected, the A-Team never follows the usual path; their ability to find a way to survive in desperate situations is truly unparalleled.

As long as they can float into the lake, everyone can save their lives. The only unlucky ones are his equipment: his beloved Black Hawk helicopter, his reliable C-130 transport plane, and this M8 tank. Today, they're all completely destroyed here, destined to be scrapped and wasted on the water.

Within seconds, the tank's weapon system was successfully activated.

Parker skillfully climbed into the gunner's position, quickly fine-tuning the turret angle, while Murdoch precisely directed the gun barrel's orientation, constantly correcting the position. The moment the angle was right, he immediately ordered to fire!

boom--!

A dull cannon shot rang out, and the enormous recoil forcefully propelled the suspended tank eastward in a wide arc. The three parachutes overhead shook violently, and the tank's trajectory shifted instantly, gradually moving closer to the lake surface.

"Speed ​​up! Bosco, load quickly! We have to float directly above the lake before we land!" Pike shouted.

This job is absolutely inhuman.

Suspended high in the air, with the vehicle constantly bumping and swaying, even standing still was difficult. Bosco also had to quickly load a shell weighing nearly forty pounds in this extremely unstable environment, a task that was terrifyingly difficult.

Seeing this, Rosen stepped forward, gently pushed Bosco aside, bent down and picked up a high-explosive shell from the magazine. His movements were swift and efficient. He carefully inserted the shell into the loading port, then pulled up the breechblock. The whole operation was smooth and efficient.

In terms of strength and stability, he is the most suitable person for this kind of physically demanding high-altitude work.

Rosen wanted to follow these guys because they would have what he wanted most—the precious set of US dollar printing plates. For this treasure, this little bit of hardship was nothing.

Rosen did all this to help boost the American economy and increase consumption! He's a truly selfless and good person!

Bosco slumped into the cockpit, watching Rosen load the ammunition with effortless speed, and muttered to himself, "How is this guy stronger than me? I'm the team's designated strength specialist!"

Hannibal watched this scene, shrugged with a helpless smile, and said, "In that Delta region, there are always a few unreasonable monsters that pop up from time to time."

Murdoch leaned closer, curious, and asked, "So he really was just an ordinary soldier who slacked off in the army?"

Hannibal said calmly, "Who cares? The five of us are crammed into the same crashed tank, we're all in the same boat. Let's think about survival first."

Meanwhile, on the lakeside at ground level.

A group of anglers were leisurely fishing, enjoying the breeze and waiting for the fish to bite, living a very pleasant life.

As a result, one person looked up and stumbled upon the most outrageous and surreal scene of their life.