At dawn, Captain Li couldn't wait to call the helicopter. There were a lot of wounded people on the position who needed to be evacuated urgently. Although those who were seriously injured had been evacuated by pickup trucks first, there were still some lightly wounded people who also needed to be evacuated. In addition, Ammunition is also urgently needed on the front lines.
Because time was tight, a Bird helicopter took off immediately after strapping the ammunition to be transported.
The pilot filled the space at the back of the cabin with ammunition, and then wrapped the ammunition boxes with mesh on the shelves on both sides, so that a small bird could transport twelve boxes of ammunition.
One box contains four hundred and twenty rounds of 5.56 bullets, twelve boxes equals five thousand rounds, which is enough for the PC to handle a battle.
The person driving the Bird Helicopter is Harry Potter, an ensign from the UK. He doesn't know any magic. He came to Shadow Company because the British Navy laid off redundant personnel and he lost his job. Therefore, he is quite satisfied with the job at Shadow Company. After all, the salary Shepard gave these pilots was really high.
After loading the ammunition, the Little Bird helicopter climbed quickly under Porter's control, and then stopped climbing after reaching an altitude of 400. Because there was no navigation, he had to fly lower to avoid missing the ground troops.
Less than half an hour after taking off from the base, Porter saw purple smoke rising from the top of the hill, which was a signal for ground troops. Then he operated the helicopter to rapidly descend in height, and then landed in the open space behind the hillside.
The PC who had been waiting on the ground immediately stepped forward to unload the ammunition, and then stuffed the two wounded into the rear cabin.
"be safe!"
After handing over to Captain Lee, Porter took off again in the Bird. As he was climbing, a wounded PC in the rear cabin suddenly shouted and danced and gestured.
"Plane, look!"
"What plane?"
The deputy sitting in the passenger seat turned his head impatiently, then opened his mouth.
"Holy shit, look, Soviet helicopters!"
"Soviet helicopter?"
Porter turned around and saw that a large iron bird in khaki camouflage paint, several times larger than the small bird, was flying at low altitude in the valley below. There were Soviet Air Force emblems on both sides of the aircraft.
The model of the aircraft is even more recognizable at a glance. It is a Mi-8 helicopter code-named Hippo, manufactured by the Kazan Manufacturing Plant in the Soviet Union. This helicopter is not as small as a bird, and its load capacity is also limited. It can carry It can carry two full squads of soldiers and even load a jeep.
In the tail cabin of the helicopter, there is a hatch that can be lowered directly, and vehicles and large cargo can be entered directly from here.
The output of Mi-8 helicopters is the highest in the world, and it is even called the Kalashnikov of helicopters.
This Mi-8 helicopter is here to transport supplies to the airborne troops and evacuate the wounded. Because the cabin is large enough, the helicopter even delivered enough mortar shells to the airborne troops. In addition, the pilot also secretly contributed one of the mortar shells he carried. Bottle of vodka.
"Those guys have this stuff too!"
"What should I do? Do you want it?"
The co-pilot glanced at it and then made a somewhat impatient suggestion.
Although the Mi-8 helicopter can carry machine guns, rockets and even anti-tank missiles, the Mi-8 helicopter in front of Lieutenant Porter is not armed at all. In other words, this thing is like a piece of fat flying in the sky. Just like a goddess lifting her skirt to you.
"We don't have weapons either!"
Porter thought longingly for a few seconds, and then shook his head. His bird also had no weapons mounted on it, and both sides were bare-handed. How was this going to be fought? Could it be that he flew over and used the Webley revolver he used to defend himself? Fight? .z.
"Hey, don't let him go, I have weapons!"
The wounded at the back of the cabin also heard the conversation between the two and shouted immediately.
He also had a Stoner 63 machine gun and most of the ammunition left in his hand. The 7.62mm bullets could still cause serious damage if they hit the air inlet or other vulnerable locations of the Mi-8 helicopter.
"Should
Die, okay! "
Porter nodded, then told the two wounded men to fasten their seat belts, and then controlled the helicopter to descend.
"If the situation is not right, we will withdraw!"
"certainly!"
At this moment, the Mi-8 helicopter did not know that there were uninvited guests coming from behind. They had just completed supplies to the airborne troops and brought four wounded people with them. The two pilots were still discussing what kind of opponent would cause the airborne troops to suffer such serious damage. When injured.
A string of bullets suddenly fell with a crackle.
"What's going on? Someone is shooting at us?"
The Soviet pilot was also an experienced pilot. He immediately tilted the fuselage to the right and let the helicopter swing to the right to avoid bullets fired from unknown places.
Several airborne troops in the cabin crowded in front of the cabin door and observed the surrounding situation, and then they confirmed that the bullets were not fired from the ground.
"In the back, American helicopters!"
An airborne soldier saw the bird flashing behind him, and immediately said "Suka!"
After the Soviet pilot turned the helicopter slightly, he also saw the bird behind him. At first, the pilot was a little panicked. After all, the latter was much more flexible than him, but soon he saw that the one attacking was not a minigun. Instead, he exposed half of his body to the PC in the cabin, who was aiming his machine gun hard at him.
"What do these guys think they are?"
The pilot immediately became furious and shouted into the cabin.
"Petrenko, where's your machine gun? Fuck him!"
A lightly injured airborne soldier immediately fastened his seat belt and then came to the hatch holding an RPKS machine gun.
The Soviet pilot now operated the helicopter on the S route. This was done to provide a shooting range for the shooter at the side door.
Second Lieutenant Porter followed the Mi-8 very hard, trying not to expose himself to the opponent's attack range.
The two sides were chasing each other and swinging back and forth in the air, but neither of them was harmed. It only took a slight swing of the plane, and the bullets flew to nowhere. The two shooters were furious, and in The friendly troops watching them scolded their mothers anxiously, wishing they could pull each other over to replace them.
After chasing each other for more than ten kilometers, the Bird Helicopter ran out of ammunition. The annoyed shooter immediately threw away his weapon, then raised his pistol and fired the bullets randomly.
"Damn it, let's go back!"
Second Lieutenant Porter was not surprised and immediately gave up pursuit and prepared to leave. Unexpectedly, when he saw them leaving and guessed that the enemy had no bullets, the Soviet helicopter turned around and chased them.
