"Very good, I'm waiting for it to fly over." ACE'S VOICE WAS VICIOUS.

Northwest Ma wanted to remind ACE that when "Apache" was prepared, ACE didn't have the slightest chance. They only had a rough plan for how to deal with the helicopter gunship, and the effect depended on the changes in the face of the enemy. This is unacceptable under any circumstances for all professional soldiers. But it was different for them, because they were always ready to deal with situations other than "any situation", so they relied first on sacrificing the 'spirit' spirit, treating every battle as the last battle, and completely ignoring the way back, which may be the reason why they have survived until now.

The gunfire at the commanding heights has turned into rhythmic point 'shooting' and long point 'shooting', which shows that the 16 th Special Service Wing has completely suppressed the firepower of Luo 'Men', and the M-14 will not 'shoot' by point 'shooting', so there is no other use for it except for 'wavering' bullets. The reason why the special service team is not in a hurry to seize the commanding heights is because they still have the upper hand because they still have the upper hand because they are still afraid of Luo Men's accurate 'shooting', so victory is only a matter of time.

The second "Pave Hawk" landed on the ground, and Ma Xibei loaded a high-explosive grenade into the M203A1 grenade 'launcher' under the M4 rifle and aimed it at the 'door' of the Pave Hawk's cabin with a quadrant sight. This grenade will not cause any serious damage to the helicopter, and Ma Xixi is not trying to 'shoot' the "Pave Eagle", he is just trying his best to weaken the vital force of the special service wing.

Pulling the trigger of the M203A1 and feeling the recoil force coming from the rifle, Ma Xibei immediately left his position without looking back. As he slipped off the rock wall along with the gravel, he heard the explosion of a high-explosive grenade, followed by the cacophony of bullets hitting the position.

"'Soldier Ants' broke away as planned!"

Ma Xibei notified his teammates on the radio, and then ran down the valley towards the position of the rapid reaction force. At this time, he saw several fires suddenly appearing in the valley, which made him feel a stinging pain in his eyes while he was still wearing night vision devices. It was supposed to be the "Apache" 'shooting' at the ACE's jeep with a rocket. The radius of destruction of the rockets was much larger than that of the cannon, and it seems that the plane had learned the lesson of the previous attack and refused to fly within a kilometer of the ground.

"Apache" blew up the jeep in the valley and caught fire, leaving ACE even less chanced.

Ma Xixi subconsciously stopped, half-squatting on the ground and watching the movement on the other side of the valley.

"What are you waiting for there?"

Hearing the sound of panting on the radio, Ma Xibei also saw Luo 'Gate' running from the other side of the valley, and stretched out his arm to point to the burning valley.

"Ace talk back, we're running out of time!" Ro'men took advantage of this spare time to replace his rifle with a magazine. "Stay away from that plane!"

There was no answer over the radio, and the hearts of both men sank. Ma Xixi stood up and ran towards the place where the fire started, and Luo 'Men' grabbed him by the collar with his quick hand, so that he almost fell on his back. Ma Xixi desperately tried to break Luo's hand, but Luo's knee pressed his 'chest'.

"If he's done, you won't be able to help you in the past." Rommon grabbed his face with his hand and forced him to look at himself. "If we're all done, this mission will be over."

After a moment of silence, Ma Xixi nodded slowly.

Romen let go of him and patted him on the back. "I'll cover you, and I'll cover me when you find cover."

Ma Xi struggled to crawl to the other side of the valley. At this time, they are completely under the enemy's firepower, if Luo 'Men' gives him cover now, then when the enemy rushes over, Luo 'Men' may not be able to get out, now is the most critical moment for them, this realization makes Ma Xibei immediately forget about the dangers that ACE may encounter.

Ro'men took a deep breath and stared warily at the edge of the valley. After being shot in Paris, he did not undergo the necessary rehabilitation training, so his physical strength was severely reduced, and the soles of his feet felt weak from the strenuous physical exercise just now. A person's fighting spirit is closely related to his physical condition, he could have retreated with Ma Xixi, but he really couldn't run, so he proposed to cover Ma Xixi.

It's better to live one than to die both.

The clear night sky made the edge of the valley so clear that even the night vision devices seemed to be useless, so Luo Men took it off and stuffed it into his backpack. He looked back, and the spikes were hurtling toward the edge of the valley, their thin bodies seemingly weightless. Ma Xibei's physical strength is surprisingly good.

An enemy figure appeared at the edge of the valley, and Ro'Gate was half-crouched on the ground, firing at the figure that appeared in the riflescope. In the 'chaos' and 'chaos' just now, he killed and wounded at least four enemies, which made it impossible for the enemy to make a quick charge in the open field without cover, so he was able to keep his distance from the enemy. The situation is very bad now.

However, his first 'shot' hit the target, and he saw a helmet fly into the air.

If it weren't for Joe's fast movements, the bullet just now would have hit him in the head, and he didn't do it because he observed anything, it was a completely knee-jerk reaction, it was the experience on the battlefield. If Jean Joe had said that he was more afraid of a sharpshooter than of a ferocious and dense salvo. A salvo will always slip through the net, and the sharpshooter means he will barely make a mistake. Joe is a fierce warrior, but he's also sane.

It would be irrational to risk the lives of your companions again. The sniper team was still at the back of the line, but the distance between the two sides would not be more than one hundred and fifty meters now, and Joe ordered the best riflemen in the wing to come to the front and cover the machine gunners to establish their positions. The helicopter that rescued the "Apache" was also attacked, and three people were injured, one of them seriously, including the pilot of the helicopter who fell, and these wounded had to be immediately returned to the rear, which means that there are still two helicopters available to Joe, and the only real threat is "Alpha II" - another "Apache".

"What a hell of a life!"

Joe slammed his fist on the ground, then huffed and took the Signal Soldier's satellite phone.

"Farm, I'm a big dog, please repeat the purpose of the mission again."

Hearing Joe's questioning, Jones knew that he would have to rely on his position to make Joe absolutely obedient.

"Finding the supplies dropped by the plane of unknown nationality is your first priority."

Jones didn't look at Big Bob next to him. Since he is now calling the shots, there is no need to make excuses for himself. A decent soldier doesn't do that, all he has to do is take his responsibility.

"Normally I wouldn't ask for your intelligence sources, but now I want to know who I'm going to fight against, if there really is such a batch of supplies!"

There was anger in Joe's voice.

Jones was silent for a moment, then clenched the microphone in his hand.

"You've met with stubborn resistance?"

"Listen to the gunshot, Jones!" Joe turned the phone in a different direction and then took it back to his ear. "Stubborn resistance? No, they literally kicked my *** hard, and before I could see what the enemy looked like, they made me lose a third of my manpower! For God's sake, this is not the Taliban or some other terrorist, this is an experienced fighter like us! ”

The dense gunfire on the phone made Jones frown.

"Listen to me, Joe. I reminded you that the person opposite you is just as 'smart' as your person, but I don't care, I just know that I want the supplies on that plane, and you have to get him *** to 'get' it back for me. The ground forces still have two and a half hours to arrive, but I will send you a helicopter again. Does the enemy have helicopters? So you have nothing to complain about, it's me who should complain. Now you listen to me, Joe. Prick up *** stupid ears and give me his *** listen, bring his *** damn stuff back to me! ”

“FUCK！” Joe replied with an American-style national curse over there. "Jones, I just need to know who is on the other side, otherwise how can I arrange for my men to fight?"

"No matter who they are, the U.S. military has to find a way to fight." Jones, who had lost his temper, replied coldly into the microphone. "I'm not a babysitter, and you're not a bunch of kids. It's your responsibility to fight the enemy and destroy them, Joe, if you can only talk big, then you deserve to go to hell too. The call is over. ”

Jones motioned for the communications officer to cut off the phone, then irritably took off his hat and slammed it on the table beside him, snarling at his staff officer.

"Isn't there any news on the damn helicopter yet?!"

The staff officer, who was on the phone, calmly pressed the microphone in his hand to his 'chest' to prevent the person on the other side of the microphone from hearing Jones's words.

"There are two 'Kiowa' planes that are already refueling and hanging up bombs, and they will be ready to take off in twenty minutes, and there are also a few pilots who will take part in the volunteer flight, and they will be ready to take off when their planes are ready."

"Thanks, Bill." Jones waved his hand at his subordinates in apology. "I'm kind of out of control."

"It's okay, sir." The staff officer smiled at Jones. "While we can't do anything directly for the 16th Special Service Wing, we can do something else, for example, we can monitor what's happening around the battlefield and then analyze what's happened and what's going to happen."

"That's right, that's exactly why the troops need staff officers." Jones muttered, as if talking to himself and to a staff officer. "So, what do my staff officers think?"

Bill and another officer glanced at each other, and then some satellite photos appeared on the electronic sandbox in the combat command center. From the successive photographs, some vehicles can be seen driving on the road, and some transport planes without any signs can be seen. During the time they received the mission, the staff officers had been using computers to compare and analyze the photos taken by these satellites and drones. Although the photographs are not complete, computer analysis has been used to compare the backgrounds of the photographs and determine the terrain and, judging by the timeline, the planes that transported the vehicles into Afghanistan.

What is particularly surprising is that they were able to complete such a transfer with only a runway that had fallen into disrepair. It is true that the US military does not pay as much attention to the northern part of Afghanistan as it does to the southern part of Afghanistan, but such a transport completely evades the US military's air-ground surveillance and must have been carefully calculated and arranged, and the time and place of entering and withdrawing from Afghanistan's airspace are very accurate. What other country in this world is capable of doing this? Whether there was one or not, China must now be added to the list.

"And there is intelligence that the plane is again on a possible route." The staff officer tapped one of the photographs with a pen in his hand. "And it looks like it's going to use its original landing site, and in half an hour, it's going to land on our original runway."

It looks like the Chinese have gotten the supplies first, and they plan to use the plane to transport them away.

"Notify the Air Force and Navy to see who can intercept the plane." Jones clutched his bare scalp in frustration. "These people's plans are clever and arrogant. Don't they know that this is our territory? ”

"If you ask for help from the Air Force and the Navy, then this plan is not arrogant." Big Bob looked at the pictures and fell into deep thought. "Do you know what those people want most?"

Jones looked at Bob suspiciously.

"These things are very important to us and to them, but the difference is that we require these materials to be intact to be able to prove the ill-intentioned intentions of these people, and those people don't care if these materials are intact, if this plane is 'handed over' to the pilots of the Navy and Air Force, they will definitely shoot it down, it will definitely be a more pleasant thing for them than ***." Bob raised his eyelids and looked at Jones. "Those people must want us to send in the navy or the air force."

Jones also looked at Bob.

"If the situation is as you say, then they can destroy this batch of materials at any time, so why bother to 'cross' fire with us?"

Bob smiled.

"Because it's important to those people as well." Those people want to make a 'deal' with our enemy, but time demands that they try to keep this batch, otherwise their 'trade' will be postponed for at least a month. In a month, anything can happen, so they are also working on it. Of course, as a last resort, they may also take extreme measures. ”

Jones looked at the photos, then at Bob.

"Big. It's a bunch of for him. ”