Two hours later.
Siria, downstream of the Helgan River, nameless riverbank.
The icy river water soaked every inch of Song Heping's skin, temporarily suppressing the excruciating pain surging inside him.
Although he managed to disengage, the huge impact from opening the parachute at a low altitude tore his muscles, and the exhaustion of his physical strength left him teetering on the brink between consciousness and unconsciousness.
He was like a heavy piece of driftwood, engulfed by the turbulent, muddy Helgan River, crashing into rocks, swept into whirlpools, and struggling to surface again.
Fortunately, Song Heping had undergone the most rigorous survival training, including dealing with various critical situations both on water and underwater.
The benefit of training is survival at critical moments.
Eventually, a relatively gentle undercurrent pushed him onto a desolate riverbank covered with pebbles.
