"Six o'clock, enemy truck." , the Pres team and the Alloy team drove two Watts Hunters respectively, rushed down the uphill slope, and directly knocked an off-road vehicle in Zakayev's team off the cliff.
"Follow them, the helicopter will be here soon, they can't escape." Sandman shouted while driving.
Two vehicles rushed into the convoy and started a melee. Fortunately, the area was blocked and no other vehicles passed by on the road, otherwise the collateral damage would have been serious.
This kind of chase is really exciting. The car is swaying left and right and you can't aim at all. You have to keep accelerating and decelerating to avoid the opponent's shots.
The Grinch threw a grenade into the truck on one side and asked loudly, "When will the helicopter arrive?" They were running out of ammunition.
"I think they may be a little busy." Frost hid in the carriage and replaced a magazine, then leaned out and continued shooting. There were at least six Mi-24s fighting in the sky.
The exact same paint makes it impossible to tell which camp they belong to. "How to tell who is the enemy?"
"Whoever attacks us is the enemy." Sandman threw a magazine to Frost.
"At nine o'clock, a Hind appears." Truck, codenamed Alloy-02, shouted.
The SAS members in the other vehicle also prayed in their hearts, but it backfired. The Mi-24 adjusted its posture, and the rockets attached to it were fired at them.
"Fuck, it's the enemy, avoid, avoid." Gates half-crouched in the trunk, shooting at the helicopter with the rifle in his hand.
Thorpe braked and the tires rubbed a black mark on the ground, and a rocket hit the road in front of the car.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
"What the hell, what are the Russians doing?" Griffin tried his best to suppress the truck behind him, but the situation was getting worse and worse. If no support was provided, all the coalition forces would definitely be here.
"It's going to blow up that bridge." I don't know who shouted. The military vehicle turned a corner and saw a bridge over the river. The hind in the air fired all the remaining rockets.
The two military vehicles swerved in the direction, trying to avoid the collapsed bridge deck where the piers were blown off. However, the speed of the vehicles was too fast, and they all rolled over without any accident.
"Get off the car quickly, the bridge is about to collapse." Several people were thrown out by the force of the rollover. Price lay on the ground and could not recover for a while, so he could only shout for the team members to evacuate.
Gates and a Delta teamed up to pull him to safety.
The Mi-24's skillful operation is not without its benefits. At least the convoy following behind cannot get through. There is only one road here, and there is a straight cliff next to it. Their only choice is to retreat and find another road.
However, it seems that Zakayev has no intention of doing this. All the soldiers in the convoy have got out of the car, preparing to kill these people before they die.
Price could vaguely see Zakayev's figure in the firelight.
"TOC, B-5 call, we are under heavy attack on the highway bridge at map coordinate 244352, requesting helicopter and artillery support."
"B-5, the Marines are on their way, hold on."
"Better tell them to hurry up," Gates yelled into the intercom.
The SAS and Alloy teams, who were about to run out of ammunition, could only rely on themselves to hold on until support arrived. "Last magazine." Sandman shouted, reminding his teammates.
An RPG hit the car they were using as a cover, and the debris from the explosion directly penetrated the abdomen of an Alloy team member.
Sandmann held the HK416A2 with one hand and fired while pulling his teammates behind.
Price's rifle had been thrown aside, holding his own M1911 in his hand. He now only had two pistol magazines left.
The Mi-24 in the sky turned around, and the twin 30mm cannons under the fuselage were aimed at Sandman and the others from the side. Everyone knew that there was absolutely no chance of survival as long as they opened fire.
Everyone's weapons were aimed at the helicopter and fired bullets wildly, but it was obviously impossible for these small weapons to cause damage to it. It seemed that the pilots could be heard laughing.
"Hold on, don't give up." Price shouted loudly, but he could only empty his last magazine.
"Damn it……"
Just when everyone fell into despair, two Mi-171s flew out from both sides of the mountain ridge at the same time, and the mounted 30mm cannon pods opened fire at the same time.
Xu Chuan and others, who had been waiting nearby, finally found an opportunity to attack. Although it was two-on-one, facing a female deer specially designed for fighting, the Mi-171, which focused on transportation, was probably no match.
The unexpected attack left the Mi-24 completely unable to react. The spherical cockpit was shattered into pieces by the cannon. The driver's ending should have been very tragic. The Mi-24 circled and fell into the river in the canyon.
"It seems we arrived in time." Xu Chuan stuck his head out on the edge of the cabin door, and then was blown back by the cold wind picked up by the propeller. "Oh shit, it's so damn cold." He quickly pulled up to the cabin. Door.
Smith also stood at the cabin door, watching the fierce battle below. He was very grateful that his boss insisted on making this trip, and the old man's life was saved.
"Brother, have you seen the convoy below? That's Yin Mulan Zakayev. Your chance to make a contribution has come." Xu Chuan patted the partition of the cockpit and shouted to the two pilots who were driving drunk.
"Hahaha, we've seen it, he can't run away, Ula~" As he said that, he pulled the joystick, and the Mi-171 made a flight movement that definitely should not be made by a transport aircraft, and then Xu Chuan was directly photographed. On the hatch on the left.
"I'm NM." If it hadn't been for closing the door and fastening the safety lock, Xu Chuan would have started to perform a free fall.
"Huh, just for a moment I thought it was Modoc flying the plane." Xu Chuan wiped the cold sweat from his head, and then fixed himself on the seat honestly.
The other helicopter was no less generous, and Xu Chuan could already predict how loud Albert's screams would be.
Two Mi-171s equipped with weapons pods joined the battle, and the situation suddenly began to reverse. These Zakayev loyalists began to gradually collapse, and the rockets mounted on the two planes finally came into use. .
Zakayev finally felt the despair of Price and the others just now, and in their eyes, rockets flew over the sky.
"Ula~", the two pilots were extremely excited. They obviously drank too much vodka. Xu Chuan prayed in his heart, just don't hit the mountain. After this job, you must find a driving school. Bah, take a flight school certificate. .
