Helicopter gunships began to prepare fire on the town, using cannons and rockets to sweep possible points of fire in the town.

At the same time as the sweep, helicopter gunships seized key positions around the village and blocked the road out of the village. The Black Hawk helicopter transporting the troops immediately rushed to the landing position that had been selected long ago.

The entire airmobile force will land in two circles, the inner and outer circles, and the task of the troops in the outer circle is to establish a blockade line and completely cut off the Nordson escape route. There is no need to ask about the task of the troops in the inner circle, naturally it is to kill Nordson. The inner circle forces will clean up Nordson's hiding place house by house, and eventually force him out.

Qi Haihua's troops were in charge of the outer ring, and they were to land at an intersection on the edge of the town and then establish a defensive line.

After the black eagle hovered over the intersection and lowered the rope for rappelling, Zhao Johnson made a gesture and shouted to the subordinates on the plane: "Okay, go down quickly, be fast!" It's dangerous to stop here now, speed up! ”

At Zhao Johnson's urging, the two machine gunners of the squad quickly lowered to the ground, immediately ran to the side for two steps, and then lay on the ground, setting up the squad machine gun in their hands on the ground.

Others also landed on the ground one after another, and quickly occupied the surrounding areas that could be used as cover.

Gunfire could be heard from other directions, and it was obvious that the squad that had landed elsewhere had already caught fire with Nordson's forces, but Zhao Johnson, the squad under the personal command of the company commander, did not see a single one.

"Why didn't the company commander see the enemy?" Someone asked on the radio.

"It's a good thing I didn't see it, get off the plane quickly, quickly." Zhao Johnson said while gesturing to Qi Haihua, who was still on the plane, urging him to hurry up, at this time, except for the snipers who were supposed to stay on the plane to support, there were only Zhao Johnson and Qi Haihua left on the plane.

Qi Haihua tightened his gloves, came to the edge of the cabin, and grabbed the rope according to the movements he had practiced countless times during training. At the moment when his feet left the floor of the cabin, Zhao Johnson suddenly saw a Laotian coming out of the upstairs next to him, aiming the American-made Bazooka bazooka in his hand at the helicopter.

"Three-point direction bazooka!"

Zhao Johnson shouted, the pilot's reaction was also fast, and he directly swung the fuselage of the plane, and the rockets that were supposed to hit the rear section of the fuselage of the plane passed directly through the cabins with open doors on both sides, rushed into the air on the other side of the plane and flew away.

And this evasive action of the plane caught Qi Haihua, who was on the rope, off guard, and let go of the rope with a shake of his hand.

Zhao Johnson only saw the scene of Qi Haihua loosening the rope, and he didn't even have time to reach out and pull it - in fact, if he pulled, Zhao Johnson himself might be dragged down. He scolded his mother, poked his head out of the cabin and looked down, so he saw Qi Haihua posing in a big shape on the ground, already unconscious.

"it." Zhao Johnson muttered, jumped on the rope himself, and the rope was lowered to the ground. The helicopter immediately left its original position to raise altitude.

Zhao Johnson rushed to Qi Haihua's side, quickly judged the injury with his field rescue posture, and after determining that he could not handle it, he shouted: "Hygienist!" Where did the hygienist die! ”

The hygienist, who had a white cloth with a red cross wrapped around his arm, immediately ran over, and as soon as he saw Qi Haihua, he began to unpack the medical kit.

At this time, the machine gunners of the squad began to shoot, and it seemed that the enemy had finally come. Zhao Johnson held the gun in his hand, still squatting in the middle of the road with the hygienist, he wanted to leave the place immediately to find cover, but as a company commander, he could not leave behind the wounded soldiers and the hygienists who were being rescued.

Fortunately, the enemy's firepower is not fierce, and Zhao Johnson feels that as long as he is not particularly unlucky, he should have no problem being hit by a stray bullet.

The hygienist quickly completed the examination: "He broke his rib and had to be evacuated immediately, I can only do some emergency treatment!" ”

"Good, stretcher!"

Another soldier immediately ran over, crouched down beside Zhao Johnson and began to untie the folding stretcher behind his back.

Zhao Johnson was still half-squatting in place, holding a gun in one hand and pressing the microphone attached to his throat in the other hand to report to the combat commander: "Battalion commander, battalion commander, this is Fox No. 1, we have a seriously wounded person, repeat we have a seriously wounded person." ”

"Fox One, can you still hold the intersection without the team members who transport the wounded?"

Zhao Johnson glanced at the squad leader who was the deputy commander of the squad, who nodded at him.

"No problem, I will personally take two people to send the wounded out."

"Very good, the evacuation point of the wounded is on the beach of the Mekong River, you know the location, go and come back quickly."

"Understood." After ending the call, Zhao Johnson said to the hygienist and the soldier with the stretcher, "Just the three of us, send him to the river beach, move quickly, put the person on the stretcher and set off, during this time, you will command!" ”

Saying that, Zhao Qiangsen and the stretcher hand picked up Qi Haihua, who had been urgently disposed of, and put it on the stretcher. At this time, bullets began to hit their gang, and it seems that the Laotians have finally discovered the simple truth that people in the middle of the road are more likely to be hit. However, Ban's machine gunners immediately suppressed the Laotians' firepower, preventing them from launching a more intense attack.

After the hygienist and the stretcher hand lifted the stretcher together, Zhao Johnson took the lead in front with a gun and rushed towards the river beach.

The three-person team, led by Zhao Johnson, moved along the root of the wall and soon reached the next corner. As soon as Zhao Johnson peeked around the corner, he saw five or six Nordson armed men, so he decisively raised his hand and shot them all down.

"Quick, run before more enemies arrive." Zhao Johnson jumped out of the corner as he spoke, pointing his gun in the direction of the enemy who had just died. In fact, he didn't have a few bullets in his gun, so he was just making a show at this time.

If you change the bullets, you may lose the gap you just created, so you have to fool the enemy first. After the stretcher turned the corner, Zhao Johnson quickly changed the bullet while keeping up with the stretcher.

Fortunately, although this town is the largest town in this area, it is still much smaller than the town of Xinming, so after passing this corner, the team went out of the city, and the river beach was in front of them.

Zhao Johnson pulled out the green smoke bomb and threw it on the river beach, and at the same time half-crouched down and picked up the gun, guarding the direction he thought was the most dangerous, and the two stretchers also immediately put down the stretcher and raised the gun to guard against other directions.

A Black Hawk began to move closer in this direction, and the whirlwind of the rotors caused the green smoke from the smoke bombs to sway wildly.

At this time, several people dressed as ordinary people came out of the village, and Zhao Johnson raised his gun to fire, but found that it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl who ran in front.

His fingers, which had been placed on the trigger, left the trigger.

The girl slowed down, but still approached, shouting something as she approached.

"What the hell?" Johnson Zhao muttered in a low voice.

(Anyway, yesterday I thought that I would be content if the new book had a recommendation of five or six thousand on the weekend of this week and could be at the bottom of the new book list, but Nima was only one day, and my new book was almost 10,000 recommendations, and it squeezed into the top 15 on the www.biquge.info weekly push list of Biquge.) In the first fifteen miles of Nima Zhoutui's total list, almost all of them are hundreds of thousands of millions of words, and my 20,000 words are particularly conspicuous in it, don't you go to watch this grand occasion...... ）