Chapter 1: Super Parachute

Qin Xiaoxin was greatly shocked, his face displaying a look of daze, confusion, and fear—how could I have such memories? The woman before me, I actually feel very familiar with her, as if we share a close bond. Could it be—she is truly my mother?

Before boarding the aircraft, they had already undergone rigorous training on the ground, including disembarkation, maneuvering, landing, and parachute packing. However, when faced with their first real combat exercise, imagining the imminent challenge of over 2,000 meters in altitude, the soldiers could not help but feel a certain instinctive panic.

Instructor Zhang, somewhat amused yet exasperated, grinned and pointed at the soldier sitting at the far left, scolding, "Qin Xiao, are you not ashamed? Even the braying of a donkey sounds better than your humming."

Everyone burst into laughter together

The soldiers visibly relaxed at the instructor's shout and praise. Everyone began to shake their necks, stretch their arms, and engage in some simple preparatory activities, creating a much more relaxed atmosphere.

Where am I?

As the voice fell silent, the old man's body surged forward like a ghost, and his right hand struck directly against Qin Xiao's chest.

On the runway, which was emitting white smoke under the scorching sun, the dark green four-winged transport aircraft sped along for a distance, its nose raised, howling as it surged into the sky

Xiao ... ... Xiao Er ?

Hmm?

This is a rather dilapidated wooden cabin, with almost no furniture. On the small table by the bed, a flickering flame from an oil lamp casts a dim light throughout the room, creating a hazy atmosphere. The entire space is filled with a strong smell of smoke and the faint mustiness characteristic of the rainy season in the Jiangnan region. I am covered with a coarse cotton quilt made of blue cloth, which has several patches sewn on it. I tap the bed board; it is nothing like the steel bunk beds in the army, but rather a solid wooden board that creaks when shaken.

Qin Xiaofei quickly grabbed the manual parachute release cord in front of him, preparing to open the reserve parachute pack. He pulled hard—only to find it was broken, completely unresponsive!

In urgent need, Qin Xiao could not care much for anything else at the moment. In a panic, he hastily untied the cloth belt around his waist, lifted his trousers, and upon seeing between his legs, he could not help but despairingly exclaim: "It's over, it's over, the big snake has turned into a worm"

Qin Xiao's mind became even more chaotic, leaving him momentarily speechless

Instructor Zhang, you brainless fool, that kick of yours was too harsh! While the King of Hell only sends people to reincarnate, you kicked me to this bizarre place, m. hetushu. comcom, and turned me into a minor! Why don't you join the national football team and become a superstar striker? That way, there would be hope for Chinese football

Scoundrel! Are you a soldier or a thug? Spit it out!

At that moment, someone began to hum a song, "I am not Huang Rong, I do not know martial arts..."

The old man looked at Qin Xiao with suspicion: "What is the matter with you, looking so bewildered? Just yesterday, you confidently told me that you wanted to master your skills and achieve great things, and today you are confused?"

Instructor Zhang chuckled to himself: This show-off, today I will let you bask in the limelight. ... Huh, this guy has ...

Qin Xiaoba stood up straight and said: "Report to the instructor, I am engaging in the most effective relaxation."

Qin Xiaodai was taken aback and suddenly sat up: "Who are you? Are you here to film again?"

Instructor Zhang felt a hint of a smile in his heart. This batch of special forces trainees was the best he had ever led, both in terms of personal qualities and tactical skills, they were top-notch. Nevertheless, his face remained as serious and resolute as ever. He paused for a moment and said: "It is natural to feel nervous during your first parachute jump. However, as elites, we should perform better than others. Don't tell me that among you there will be a 'parachute commander' (someone who is afraid to jump and stays on the plane); if that happens, I will kick him out myself. Now, relax for five minutes. After five minutes, we will begin today's training."

Qin Xiaojue closed his eyes in despair, and a jumble of chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind

What is going on

Ah... how foul! It would be one thing if there were no flush toilet, but there should at least be a septic tank. Just pour some cement, will you...

The woman hurriedly left, leaving Qin Xiao alone, stunned on the bed, at a loss for what to do

Qin Xiaodai was greatly surprised—"Who is it?"

In the foul-smelling toilet, a series of piercing screams echoed incessantly

The body suddenly felt weightless, and the brain instinctively experienced a sense of dizziness

What is wrong with me

Qin Xiaona's mind went blank with a loud bang, and he despaired, thinking: It's over! It's really over! I never expected to be this unlucky; my first parachute jump has turned into a sky burial!

A state of chaos

He saw the person who claimed to be her mother, dressed in a round-necked cloth shirt as depicted in the illustrations, draped in a nightgown—clearly an attire from ancient times

Qin Xiaomomo was puzzled and couldn't help but laugh at the old man's attire, saying, "Old man, are you not acting in a play? That director is too stingy to give you such a shabby outfit."

Qin Xiaonan murmured to himself, but the surroundings were pitch black, and beneath his feet was a sense of emptiness, as if he were floating in mid-air

Amidst the confusion, Qin Xiao himself could not discern how he managed to carry the flickering oil lamp and find his way to the toilet outside, having slipped several times underfoot. It was raining outside, and as he walked past the muddy eaves, the mud soaked his feet.

What has happened

Child, you must be unwell. I will go and ask the doctor to take a look at you. Do not run around everywhere, as it will worry your mother

Qin Xiaoxin felt a chill in his heart: "Report to the instructor, it is... chewing gum. I heard that chewing gum can balance the air pressure when flying, preventing ear ringing, so..."

Suddenly, everything became clear, and Qin Xiaowoke up. His head throbbed with pain, and he felt utterly drained, as if he had no strength left in his body. Instinctively, he thought: There isn't an emergency assembly whistle blowing in the middle of the night today, is there? I slept so soundly; it would be a disaster if I missed the assembly

Suddenly jumped up and struck a left combat-style free fighting pose.

Qin Xiao swallowed hard, stiffened his neck, and walked to the edge of the cabin. The intense high-altitude airflow rushed past him, causing the flesh on his face to ripple as if disturbed by waves on the water's surface. Qin Xiao took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and felt relatively calm. After all, he had undergone extensive training, and as a special forces soldier, having strong psychological resilience was a fundamental requirement. In this regard, Qin Xiao performed quite well.

In the scorching heat of the midday sun, at three o'clock in the afternoon

Clearly a deep and resonant voice, yet deliberately singing such pop songs for girls in a high-pitched tone, the sound is akin to that of a duck, making one feel a chill in the heart.

At that moment, strange images surged in his mind—himself riding on the back of an ox, playing the flute while herding cattle, and catching fish and shrimp with some children. The figure before him, this "mother," came to the riverbank, scolding yet doting, calling him to come back for dinner; at the old peach wood dining table, this "mother" placed the last remaining small fish from the dish into his bowl, and even poured half of the rice from her own bowl into his... scolding yet doting, calling him to come back for dinner; at the old peach wood dining table, this "mother" placed the last remaining small fish from the dish into his bowl, and even poured half of the rice from her own bowl into his...

What is going on

A chill flashed across the old man's face as he angrily exclaimed, "What an arrogant young man!"

The young woman looked at Qin Xiao with a face full of surprise, reaching out to touch his forehead: "Xiao'er, are you alright? You aren't sick and talking nonsense, are you? How could you not even recognize your own mother?"

Instructor Zhang gestured to him without a change in expression: "Come here."

Before Qin Xiao had a chance to react, he instinctively let out a scream—"Ah!"

Having said that, Instructor Zhang abruptly pulled open the hatch, and a wild gust of wind rushed in with a deafening roar

The old man furrowed his brow: "Filming? Director? Costume? You brat, why are you speaking such nonsense today? Have you perhaps hit your head in the door? Hmm—"

As preparatory special forces soldiers, they are all elite military personnel selected from various military districts. Today's training focuses on one of the special forces skills—parachuting.

What is Qin Xiao chewing in his mouth

The first ascent internship was indeed thrilling and novel. However, after a brief moment of freshness, the seven or eight soldiers in the cabin began to feel a subtle tension collectively.

Upon seeing the child in this state, the woman was clearly frightened. She hurriedly covered him with a blanket, admonishing him not to move around, and then anxiously ran outside

As the sound drew closer, a very tall old man in a gray shirt with a long beard appeared before him. His face was thin, yet he exuded a calm demeanor reminiscent of an ancient pine tree. "Child, what is the matter with you today? Just a few days ago, we agreed that as soon as you fell asleep, I would come to teach you martial arts. Have you really forgotten?"

He secretly thought: Probably just a bit player.

However, just a moment later, Qin Xiaoxian felt a surge of anxiety in his heart, as the parachute surprisingly did not open automatically

The old man let out a low exclamation, "Why do you not practice the breathing exercises as I taught you, but instead adopt such a clumsy stance?"

Qin Xiaojing opened his eyes in terror, discovering that his body had actually stopped falling and was moving rapidly in a horizontal direction, while his entire body was spinning faster than a gyroscope, rendering him completely unable to control his movements

At this moment, Qin Xiao was truly frightened—what is happening? Have I really turned into a child? In a flurry, he fumbled around his body and discovered that he was wearing a coarse cotton front-opening jacket, and his bones and flesh, along with his appearance, were unmistakably that of a small child

Qin Xiaoxin was puzzled and was just about to turn around for a look when, unexpectedly, he received a kick to his backside, causing his body to suddenly lurch out of the cabin and fall straight down.

Outside the window, the blue sky is dotted with white clouds. Looking down, the trees and buildings on the ground resemble a model made of building blocks

Mother

Suddenly, Qin Xiao felt his body spinning rapidly, and he was flying off at an angle.

A surge of blood rushed through his mind, leaving him feeling dizzy and unable to stand. Despite being a highly trained special forces soldier with exceptional physical abilities, Qin Xiao lost consciousness in that moment and fainted.

Qin Xiaoruo stared in astonishment at the young woman, then looked at himself—he was actually in the form of an eight or nine-year-old child. He was immediately taken aback and exclaimed, "How, how could this happen? How have I turned into this?"

Fortunately, Qin Xiaojun possessed the excellent psychological qualities of a special forces soldier. After a moment of panic, he gradually calmed down and carefully observed the surrounding situation for a while

Qin Xia opened his eyes in pain and tried to shake his neck, but he saw a woman in her thirties staring at him with a worried and reproachful expression: "You child, you scared your mother to death! Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night, making such a racket?"

Qin Xiaorong: Master? ... ... ... Entering a dream? ... ... Martial arts?

The speed of the fall is increasing, and the howling wind that rushes past the ears is like a roaring monster, stirring up waves of despair deep within Qin Xiao. The leisurely intention to appreciate the white clouds and flying birds has now been completely forgotten.

Instructor Zhang looked at the tall and handsome Qin Xiao, feeling a mix of love and hate. This kid excels in every skill assessment, standing out as a top performer with great potential. Yet, his personality is somewhat slick; he enjoys showing off and occasionally pulls pranks like today's, seeking attention. However, he is also a warm-hearted person, treating others with kindness, always willing to help, and getting along well with everyone. In the military, he is a highly popular figure and has gained a bit of fame.

Qin Xiaoxin felt a surge of anger: "Damn it, Instructor Zhang, how could you use such underhanded tactics against me! Just wait until I get promoted and become your superior; I will kick your butt every day!"

Is this another otherworldly realm or some unknown dynasty? My goodness! This time, we are truly doomed

Still no response

Qin Xiao himself was puzzled as to why he casually called out "mhetushucomcom" so easily, "Where are you going?"

Qin Xiaoleng was taken aback for a moment, took two steps forward, and stood in front of the instructor, as straight as a javelin.

Again talk, talk, talk!

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaoyi felt quite indignant: "Elder, filming is one thing, but the lines cannot be spoken carelessly—my freehand combat is among the best in the team, renowned and award-winning."

Instructor Zhang shouted in annoyance, "Today you will be the first to jump down. Be serious about it; if anything goes wrong and you lose your life, no one will mourn for you!"

Instructor Zhang was already accustomed to such situations. Taking a deep breath, he shouted loudly: "Is everyone ready!"

Before me lies a scene of chaos, my entire body feels weak and limp

I never expected that after living half my life with such brilliance and valor, I would end up dying in such a pitiful manner during my prime years—oh my goodness, I haven't even married a wife yet

In just a few seconds, Qin Xiao had greeted all the women in Instructor Zhang's family. Now, he even had the thought of carrying explosives to blow up Instructor Zhang's house.

The altitude of the flight is gradually increasing, and the soldiers' emotions are becoming increasingly tense, creating a somewhat oppressive atmosphere. Instructor Zhang, who is in charge of the parachuting training, has been incessantly reminding the soldiers of various precautions while checking the arrangement of their parachute packs. However, these soldiers seem somewhat distracted, with some displaying a slightly dazed expression.

The soldiers trembled in unison, as if struck by a sudden enlightenment, instinctively responding in unison: "We are ready!"

Qin Xiaotong lamented with great distress for a while, then suddenly thought of something that made him break out in a cold sweat—"Could it be that, like certain protagonists in novels, I jumped down and encountered a time-space fracture, resulting in a time travel?"

After a few seconds of daze, Qin Xiaochi did not hear the instructor's habitual shout of "Ready—Jump!"

At that moment, Qin Xiao felt a sudden urge, as if he needed to use the restroom. He quickly flipped over and jumped out of bed, only to realize with astonishment that his body had shrunk considerably. The wooden bed, which was not particularly high, now reached up to his waist.

At that moment, a hoarse and deep voice sounded in my ear—"It is time to practice; are you still shirking your duties?"

Qin Xiaohuan slowly withdrew his stance, displaying a certain impatience akin to playing the lute to a cow: "Forget it, you wouldn't understand anyway."