Soon they came to a wide cave, and old Abdullah, who looked weak, did not know where he got his strength, and suddenly broke free from Saeed, and ran into it with a loud cry.

Said's face changed, and he immediately turned on the rifle safety and hurriedly took out a 25mm grenade from his backpack and stuffed it into the G-25 grenade launcher. Ace's action was much faster, and he immediately bent down and knees, pointing the AK in his hand at the cave, and even the shouting voice had a sonorous metal sound.

"There's danger in the cave!"

As he raised his rifle, he could already hear the sound of footsteps in the cave.

The huge hole was hidden in the darkness, and the Romans were all exposed to the sun. For a moment, tongues of fire shot out of the cave were so clear that they seemed to shoot directly into everyone's eyes, and the sound of a salvo of AK rifles echoed through the cave, deafening.

Bullets rained down.

ACE's rifle fired back at the man who rushed out of the cave in a long shot.

The tall ace was almost close to the ground, his thighs and calves were almost tilted at a wide angle of 120°, and his body was shaking with his legs as support, occasionally interspersed with small jumps, subconsciously avoiding facing the ballistics that could be judged. His eyes were like torches, and he didn't care about the bullets whizzing past him, trying to suppress the more powerful fire on the opposite side with more precise firepower.

In Team A, ACE is the fire support man, also known as the number one assault man, and is the first to start the fight in any situation, and it can be said that he is the first to die. In the field, when the spearhead detects the target, it will be probed by the ACE; In CQB combat, ACE follows the Barrier Breaker, and when the obstacle is cleared, he rushes in for the first wave of fire. At this time, his favorite and most commonly used weapon was the chain-fed machine gun.

But now, even without a machine gun, the ACE is still the fire support hand.

A close exchange of fire does not mean that it is easier to hit the target. The AK rifle is indeed easy to master, and anyone can use it to score well, but this is only when there is usually no need to face a life-or-death situation. In the event of a sudden encounter, only the calmest person can effectively control this seemingly simple rifle. In the hands of novices, AK rifles are only effective with the first shot, and when the first shot fails to hit the target, it is up to luck to decide where the next bullet goes.

Not so in the hands of ACE.

The rifle throbbed lightly in his hand, and the arm that had been trained countless times adjusted the error caused by the barrel beating by instinctive reaction, and the sound of his shot was clear and rhythmic, and the people who rushed out of the cave immediately fell two or three.

Thirty rounds were fired almost instantly.

"Change the magazine!"

ACE LET OUT A LOUD SHOUT AND CROUCHED ON THE GROUND.

The sound of a 1911 pistol sounded from him. Rohmon stood in front of the cave like an ace, leaning forward slightly only for better aiming, the power of the 1911 pistol was certainly not comparable to that of the AK rifle, but at this distance, the 11.43mm pistol bullet was just as deadly. In this kind of encounter, in addition to luck, the most important thing is calm, only calm can quickly and accurately defeat the enemy and reduce the pressure on oneself.

Rohmon also takes down two enemies, and when he presses the button to release the magazine, ACE's rifle goes off again.

It all happened in a matter of seconds.

The sound of shooting in the cave suddenly stopped, and ACE rushed into the cave first, searching for the remnants of the enemy.

In the confusion just now, Said was shot in the leg and lay on the ground screaming, and Rohmon ran over quickly, pulling Said by the collar with the donkey and dragging him into the cave.

There were several corpses lying in the cave, and old Abdullah was huddled in the corner, holding his head and crying. ACE refills each corpse with a shot and then swaps out the magazine. He kicked the AK rifles scattered on the ground far away.

The Hind Helicopter crouched quietly in the cave.

Seeing Rohmon coming over, Ace wiped the sweat from his head. "You're going to pay a million for this old thing?"

Rohmon nodded. "It's old-fashioned, but it's still a helicopter gunship, and it's worth a million at all."

LOOKING AT THE DUSTY HELICOPTER, WHICH HAD BECOME MOTTLED WITH PAINT ON ITS FUSELAGE, ACE SHOOK HIS HEAD UNCERTAINLY.

"I know that Maozi's things have always been strong and durable, but it would be strange if it could still fly."

"It has to fly, or Saeed will go to Allah." Rohmon patted him on the shoulder and ran towards the helicopter. "You go and help him take care of his wounds, we don't have much time, and there will definitely be people coming over here."

ACE woke up like a dream and ran towards Said. In the chaos just now, Saeed did not resist the pressure and tried to find cover, and the result was that he almost hit a bullet himself. Fortunately, although his leg was broken, the wound was still neat.

ACE called the donkey, and without saying a word, he tore his shirt and bandaged Said's wounds.

THE LITTLE DONKEY LOOKED AT ACE ANGRILY. "Why not your own?"

SYED GRABBED ACE'S ARM AND MUTTERED A LONG STRING OF WORDS. ACE nodded in agreement, and at the same time, his men kept squeezing the wound in Said's leg with an empty magazine, telling the donkey to let go every once in a while, and then ran to Rohmon who was buried in the helicopter.

"Said said that we are dealing with the Baloch Liberation Front, and they will have reinforcements arriving soon." ACE looked curiously at the cockpit of the helicopter. "In addition, Saeed can support for up to half an hour."

Instead of answering, Rohmon fumbled with the instruments in the cockpit. This is one of the earliest Mi-24s, one of the same batches sold to the Afghan government before the Soviet invasion, and although all indications indicate that the helicopter has not yet been put into service, more than two decades have passed, and who knows if it will be able to fly again.

ACE looked at Rohmon sympathetically. "Seems a bit of trouble?"

"I'm afraid I'll be hit by your crow's mouth." Rohmon had to admit his worries. "You go and get the car over first."

"The car can't fly." ACE looked at Rohmon mockingly. "If you take the car, Saeed will die on the road."

"You are here, Saeed will die in the cave. Does that make a difference? Rohmon replied in the same tone.

ACE was tempted to continue accusing Rohmon of his unexplained behavior, but now was not the time to say it, so he gritted his teeth and held back from saying it, and instead strode towards the car parked at the edge of the village.

The villagers had already run home, and there was no one in sight in the village.