Although Victor made adjustments in time, in the face of this accident, the nylon rope tied between the car and the helicopter was also cut again.

Shi Shaoying jumped out of the car, grabbed the nylon rope and tied the second dead knot on it, and when he was about to return to the cab, several bullets suddenly hit the steel plate on the right wing of the car, and the sparks flew forward, and one of the bullets, after bouncing off the steel plate, flew by Shi Shaoying's face with a whirl.

Shi Shaoying rushed all the way over, then ran up the hill to drive the pickup truck down, plus cooperated with Victor to take off with two attempts, this series of actions added up to twelve minutes. Among those cavalrymen, the very few who were the best at riding and rushed to the front had already rushed to a position less than six hundred meters away from the helicopter, and the bullets fired from the rifles in their hands could already cause some damage to Shi Shaoying and Victor in the form of strafing.

Shi Shaoying jumped into the car, reversed the Bayi type light machine gun in his hand, smashed the glass on the right door with the butt of the gun, first stepped on the accelerator pedal of the car to the bottom, and in the roar of the engine, he raised the class light machine gun in his hand and dumped all the 75 rounds of ammunition in the drum in one breath.

The cavalry who rushed to the front faced the machine gun bullets that poured down like a storm, they could not avoid it, and they fell to the ground in unison, but soon more cavalry rushed up on their corpses, and a dozen automatic rifles were strafing Shi Shaoying and Victor together.

"This is the last time, if you can't fly, we're going to be dumplings by these bastards!"

Shi Shaoying raised his gun in the cab of the car and fired, and at the same time, he didn't care whether Victor could understand his words or not, and let out a wild roar at the walkie-talkie.

"Da Da Da ......"

Suddenly there was the sound of submachine gun fire behind him, and Victor, the ace pilot who liked to wear a No. 5 body armor on his body, also sat in the cab and fired outside.

"What the fuck are you shooting with a submachine gun!"

Shi Shaoying was really angry, he yelled at the walkie-talkie: "Your task now is to concentrate and fly me desperately!" Fly! Fly! As long as you can fly, you can bombard with rockets, shoot with machine guns, smash with bombshells, and play however you want. Now, you really fucking think it's the reincarnation of a Super Saiyan, who can hit the firepower of a hind helicopter with a single submachine gun? I'm fucking weird, why do you like to make cameos as cannon fodder infantry, you don't like to be a good pilot on your shitty days! Do you know that in our China, the pilot's food can top the infantry for two or three days with one meal?! ”

There was also a whining of Victor on the walkie-talkie, and neither of them could understand what the other was yelling about, but both of them were yelling at the walkie-talkie, and they were using this method that was absolutely not Sven to cheer each other up.

Bullets whizzed in the air, and they hit the welded steel plate outside the car, making a series of "clanging" sounds.

The speed of the car suddenly increased sharply, and Shi Shaoying subconsciously turned around, and he happened to see a ten-ton Hind helicopter that had just been strafed by a large-caliber heavy machine gun a few hours ago, and had been riddled with more than 100 bullets.

The helicopter's unretracted front support wheels ran over the top of the pickup truck, and the whole car let out a painful groan of unbearable loads, and it was with this last bit of support that Victor pulled the steering stick fiercely, and the helicopter took off dangerously.

But the helicopter stopped at a height of seven or eight meters above the ground, and Victor hissed wildly: "Chinese boy, get out of the rope!" ”

Shi Shaoying jumped out of the car, pulled out the mountain knife on his body, and slashed down at the nylon rope, and the hind helicopter that was free from the shackles finally took off. But Shi Shaoying didn't reach out and grab the half nylon rope in front of him, if he wanted to force the plane at this time, before he climbed into the cabin, he would be swept into a honeycomb by the cavalry who rushed over, with hundreds of automatic rifles, and died a miserable death.

"Shi Shaoying, run back!"

Himar's anxious roar came from the walkie-talkie: "Victor is responsible for suppressing the enemy cavalry with rocket artillery on the helicopter and covering your retreat, we will set up howitzers on the hillside to meet you, and after we meet together, we will find a place to board the plane together......"

Before Shimar could finish his words, there was a dense burst of gunfire from the walkie-talkie, and Himar looked at the large number of armed rebels that appeared behind him, and his heart sank to the bottom in an instant. At this critical moment, at least two armed rebel squads were outflanking from the left and right flanks at the same time, and together with the cavalry in front, they formed an encirclement against Shi Shaoying and Shimar. And it is foreseeable that as time goes on, more and more armed rebels will join the battle in batches until they are completely surrounded on the hillside.

Shi Shaoying, who had already begun to sprint with all his strength and was ready to use his legs to compete for time with the camel, suddenly stopped at the same time as the gunshots rang out. Looking at the defensive line that Shimar and they had temporarily built a thousand meters away, listening to the gunshots one after another, and the dense explosion formed by the automatic grenade launcher starting to strafe continuously, a faint, a little helpless, a little calm, and a little silent smile, slowly rose from Shi Shaoying's face. He turned his head and said into the walkie-talkie on his body, "Hey, Lao Xi, I can't go back." ”

"Don't give up, we still have a chance!"

Listening to Ximar's reply, Shi Shaoying shook his head wordlessly, he turned around and climbed into the pickup truck again, checked the 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine gun on the vehicle, and looked at a few boxes of heavy machine gun bullets neatly placed on the inside of the body, Shi Shaoying "whooped" and pulled the bolt again, his deep and powerful voice, like a nail, penetrated into Ximar's ears word by word through the radio waves: "If I run back at this time, we will all be finished together!" ”

Himar was silent, he clearly understood that what Shi Shaoying said was the truth.

Either die together, or turn yourself into an outcast, giving Himar and Sikong Bowen a chance to leave alive...... No matter what choice is made, the fate of his division of Shaoying has already been determined.

It was because he understood the dead game in front of him at the first time that the smile on Shi Shaoying's face was so helpless and so frank. As a professional soldier, don't talk about five stresses, four beauties and three loves, don't say anything where there are difficulties, there are people's soldiers, in essence, they are the country has invested a lot of money in training, when there is nothing to do, practice, idle, raising, as long as there is an order from the peak, regardless of whether there is a mountain of swords and fires in front of you, or innocent civilians, you must hold a gun, rush up and kill without hesitation, before you are finished, you must first let the enemy's blood flow and pay the most painful price of the purest violent machine!

Since he had picked up a gun in this foreign land, he should be ready to be wiped out by the enemy in five steps before destroying the enemy.

Those who kill people, people also kill them, this is the eternal law on the battlefield!

Holding the boom handle of the heavy machine gun with both hands, looking at the torrent of cavalry that rushed towards him, and even the earth trembled with them, tasting the loneliness of one block hundred, even though he had made the final preparations, Shi Shaoying still felt short of breath and dry throat, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips gently, "Lao Xi, I have something I want to ask you." ”

"Don't worry, I'll protect Sikong Bowen."

Shi Shaoying shook his head gently, of course he could see Ximar's feelings for Sikong Bowen, like her, a woman who was as elegant and beautiful as an orchid, exuding the fragrance of independence and pride and strength, as long as she could read her beauty, what man would not want to protect her?

"If you still fail in the end and there is no way to leave alive, I want you to promise me that before you die, you will leave a bullet for Sikong Bowen, and never let her fall into the hands of the enemy again! Himar, tell me, can you do it?! ”

Himar on the other side of the walkie-talkie was completely silent, and only the burst of gunfire in the receiver proved that the communication between them still existed.

"We already have too much blood on each other's hands, and they will do everything they can to retaliate desperately, do you want Sikong Bowen to bear all this? Do you really want to be pressed to the ground, open your eyes, and watch Sikong Bowen being ** by dozens of people before you die, and listen to her cry?! Himar, don't be too vulnerable!! ”

Shi Shaoying's anxious roar came from the walkie-talkie, Ximar kept inhaling, at this time, his hands holding the gun were trembling slightly, he turned his head to look at Sikong Bowen, and his face showed a wisp of tenderness from the soul.

He likes this woman, he likes it so much!

The first time he fought side by side with Sikong Bowen, he was stunned by the courage and persistence of this woman who pounced on the bullet and clenched the microphone in her hand even if she fell.

Seeing a young Oriental woman in her early twenties, lying on the snow, with swishing bullets, without the photographer keeping up, transmitted the live report back to the TV headquarters through the sound, looking at that moment, in the face of the pressure and challenges of death, the enthusiasm and fearlessness that bloomed on her body, feeling the freedom and freedom of her whole soul flying, Ximar, who had never really moved her heart to a woman, and really used love, at that time, she only felt drunk

(To be continued)