When the helicopter alarm sounded, the fuel gauge on the dashboard dropped rapidly, hitting zero within just ten seconds, and the engine lost power.
The helicopter plummeted uncontrollably like a bird with broken wings.
In the cabin, being all soldiers, they decisively strapped on parachute packs and leaped out the door.
Just as the group thought they were about to be riddled with thorns from all directions, a massive explosion sent them flying, and a horrifying mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
Countless thorns were devoured by the flames.
It was Major Yuan Qing's bombardment that caused the explosion that propelled them; though some were injured by the blast, it was decidedly better than being shot to death by thorns.
Finally, they escaped the range of the thorn volley, and as parachute after parachute opened in midair, the high skies echoed with the exhilarating laughter of a female officer.
"Exhilarating, isn't it?"
