"Sokka, pilot, float here!"
The captain on the ground held up his telescope and looked at the helpless umbrella flower in the sky, almost crying because the latter seemed to have noticed that this battlefield was dangerous, so he chose to float in the opposite direction on his own initiative.
But over there is the territory of the guerrillas!
"Sokka, Sokka!"
The captain angrily took out his flare gun and fired three flares in a row, trying to alert the pilot. After the latter noticed the flares and the Afghan fellows running on the ground, he finally realized that he was drifting in the wrong direction.
So he immediately pulled the handle of the umbrella and tried to float back. However, the Afghan fellow who was waiting eagerly on the ground saw that the other person wanted to run away and was no longer polite. He raised his rifle and started shooting, hoping to kill the guy in the air.
The guerrillas' actions startled Hannibal. He kicked down a guy holding a machine gun, and then shouted loudly, asking the Afghans to stop shooting.
The translator next to him also hurriedly shouted after him, finally bringing these excited guys back.
"You bastards, a living pilot is worth more than a dead one!"
Hannibal cursed at a confused junior officer, the same guy who took the lead in raising the gun just now.
"Stop doing this, your squad leader, and go back to being an infantryman!"
The latter still felt aggrieved and wanted to argue, but was beaten back by the senior officer following Hannibal.
These combatants who are affiliated with religious students still hope to learn new knowledge about combat from Hannibal, so when it comes to the latter, they usually execute it first and ask questions later.
Like now, they stopped their men from firing before asking Hannibal why he did it.
"Because he is a pilot and is very important to the Soviets. If you want weapons or want the Soviets to release your people, then it is best to capture him alive and exchange it with the Soviets! There is no point in killing him!"
At this moment, the pilot was about to land, but his position was right in the middle of the confrontation between the two armies. The captain in charge of the battle ordered his men to move forward without thinking, and must rescue the pilot.
The Soviet tanks and machine guns fired wildly towards the hillside, trying to suppress the guerrillas, because a combat group of Soviet soldiers was already making a detour towards the center of the battlefield.
But their suppressive shooting did not suppress all the guerrillas. At this moment, the PCs among the guerrillas had already set up Red Arrow anti-tank missiles, and then fired them at the Soviet tanks below the valley.
Under the control of the shooter, the Red Arrow 73 crookedly hit the tank's turret, and then exploded violently. When the smoke cleared, the tank's gun had drooped down, and the tank soldiers in the car were struggling to move out. run.
At the same time, the PC snipers on the other side also knocked down a few Soviet soldiers at the front, forcing them to crawl down.
At this time, the pilot staggered to the ground. He rolled to his feet, then limped and tried to escape toward the Soviet Union, but fell to the ground after taking a few steps.
While he was in the air, flying bullets hit his thigh, making it impossible for him to escape smoothly.
Several people from the Afghan guerrillas also appeared and rushed towards the pilot. The Soviet cannon knocked down two people, but two others were already close to the pilot. The infantry fighting vehicle was afraid of accidental damage and could only stop shooting.
The pilot was also very anxious when he saw the Afghans approaching, but his pistol fell out in the air. Now he only used a survival dagger for self-defense.
The Afghans knew that they wanted to capture the pilot alive, so they simply played a dirty trick and kicked a handful of sand at the opponent.
The pilot was blinded, and before he could react, the dagger was smashed off by the butt of his gun. Then, the Afghans grabbed his thigh and prepared to drag him to their own position.
But before the two Afghans could run a few steps, they were knocked to the ground by Soviet snipers. Then, the Soviets also rushed forward and tried to snatch the pilot back.
Shadow Company's snipers opened fire again, and at the same time let the loaded rocket launchers cover the hilltop with another round of fire, thus saving the flight.
The Soviet soldiers also fell down, and even the snipers were blown away and fled down the hillside.
Then, the pilot fell into the hands of the Afghans again. This time the Afghans also put on a noose. The pilot struggled desperately, but the Afghan fellow punched him twice in the head. The latter was hit with stars in his eyes, and then he was tied up. arm.
This repeated struggle made the captain stamp his feet anxiously. He even wanted to shoot the unlucky guy to free him, and then he learned a bad piece of information.
The pilot's wingman informed the identity of the downed pilot. The latter was not only a young and promising major, but also the son of the commander of the 105th Airborne Division. Both father and son served on the battlefield in Afghanistan! ap.
"Sokka, Class 1, follow me!"
The captain angrily threw away the radio, put on his helmet and rushed forward with an AK74, handing over the command to the instructor, who was also working hard to coordinate the firepower allocation, trying to separate the pilots and the Afghans.
With the precise burst of the AK74 rifle, the two Afghans holding the pilot fell to the ground. Then, the pilot heard familiar Russian.
"Comrade, we will take you back!"
The captain grabbed the pilot and prepared to drag him back, but before he took two steps, he was shot in the leg. The snipers of Shadow Company could see clearly that this guy was taking the lead in commanding the Soviet soldiers, and he was obviously also Officer!
After the captain fell, the soldiers on the side tried to help, but were knocked to the ground again by snipers. The snipers of Shadow Company had replaced them with 12.7mm heavy snipers to target ordinary Soviet soldiers.
On the hillside with almost no bunkers, the Soviets had nowhere to hide. The captain could only shout for the remaining people to retreat, and after he stopped the bleeding from the wound, he grabbed the pilot and tried to climb back.
But this time, the ones dispatched were no longer Afghans. Hannibal rushed forward with several PCs. They first used mortars and rocket launchers to blast a row of barrages in the faces of the Soviets, blocking their sight, and then Use a grenade launcher to fire tear gas and surround the captain and pilot.
In the choking smoke, the captain couldn't even open his eyes. He waved his pistol, coughed repeatedly, and shed tears, but he still yelled, trying to scare away the PCs who tried to capture them, but he ended up being defeated instead. The latter skillfully captured him and took away his weapon. Then, several people even more skillfully tied the two people up and set them up with wooden sticks. They fled back before the Soviets could react.
