An Apache helicopter gunship, attached to the 101st Airborne Division's Combat Aviation Brigade, is refueling a front-line fuel and ammunition supply depot.

Helicopters usually take off from fixed locations far from the front line, which consumes a lot of fuel when flying to attack targets. As a result, helicopters generally do not enter the combat area to perform tasks directly from the base.

Front-line fuel and ammunition supply stations are usually located about 50 km away from the attack position, responsible for the supply of fuel and ammunition, and sometimes set up front-line command posts here.

At this time, the gunship did not stop the engine. Once the engine stops working, it cannot be started again until the turbine temperature drops, which is a waste of time.

Helicopter gunships usually have the ability to refuel with the engine running, and it only takes 15 to 20 minutes to refill the tank.

"Something big seems to have happened?"

The ground crew took advantage of the time to refuel, chatting with the two crew members of the helicopter.

"Fifteen members of the special forces, two patrols, and fifteen Afghan villages, none of them survived."

Hodge, the weapons operator sitting in the front cockpit, flipped through the mission briefing.

The briefing states that the attacker was a single man, using strange cold weapons and being extremely fast. The command, apparently enraged, sent an armored mechanized detachment, ready to eliminate the attackers. It is up to them to provide air support.

After filling up the tank, the Apache immediately went to the standby position, and when he entered the position, he only hovered in the air. It is 20 km away from the target area, and as long as the reconnaissance helicopter dispatches first, the Global Hawk drone captures the target location, and it can immediately go to the attack position and launch an attack.

"Mike, what the hell did you say the attacker was this time?"

Hodge still can't believe that one person can inflict such a big loss on the US military. You must know that the patrol is equipped with tanks. In his opinion, the reason why the Green Goblins were able to make Mexico suffer so much was simply because their army was so weak.

"According to those Pashtuns, it was Genghis Khan's soul that was resurrected, parasitic on a sword."

Mike, the driver in the rear cockpit, said.

Rumors spread quickly, and some villages are fleeing the area in terror.

Just as the two were idling on the helicopter gunship, the ground troops had already collided with Wang Xuanzhe, who was controlled by the Star Tribulation.

Three M1a2 main battle tanks aimed at the enemy at a distance of two kilometers. The fire control system on the tank adopts a command ceremony, and the sight is different from the traditional fire control system, and the mode of installing the sight and the gun separately is adopted, which is independent and stable.

After the gun commander uses the H-shaped grip to drive the aiming line at the target, the fire control computer automatically calculates the advance amount through various ballistic corrections such as the wind speed, the temperature of the propellant charge, the target distance, angular velocity, and the inclination angle measured by the sensor, and drives the artillery servo system to transfer the gun to the advance position.

Soon, the criteria for the artillery in the scope were lit up and it was possible to carry out firing.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

The tank shook violently under the recoil.

The gunner could see through the scope that the three points of light were almost a flicker, and he was about to hit the target.

Hurry up and get blown to pieces, monster!

He prayed in his heart.

There was a burst of sparks, and the metal shells of the three M908 shells were cut open like tofu, and the internal fuses and detonation devices were also destroyed by the sword aura of the long sword. The wreckage of the shells bombarded the ground by inertia, and dust flew away.

No explosions!

"Reload! Exchange for depleted uranium armor-piercing shells! ”

The commander looked at the scene in front of him in horror, the grenade had a velocity of more than 1400m/s, far exceeding rifle bullets and grenades, and it was actually cut off.

The sturdy black loader immediately pulled an M829A2 armor-piercing round from the magazine rack and loaded it into the breech.

“Up！”

The loader shouted loudly, signaling that the reload was complete.

The accompanying infantry fighting vehicles began to fire, and the M242 Viper chain cannon mounted on them pushed the rate of fire to the limit. The tracer bullets flying in the air are like brilliant fireworks.

This is the iron rain of death.

Wang Xuanzhe was like a petrel in the rain, shuttling among the shells and rushing towards the armored detachment.

"He's so fast! Can't aim! ”

The gunner's voice was a little desperate, the time field of the scope was too small, and he couldn't put the rushing figure in his crosshairs.

"Reverse! Stand back and pull away! ”

The captain's voice trembled a little.

"Haven't our gunships come yet? And what about our Air Force guides? ”

"Dang!"

The body of the tank shook suddenly, and the sharp sound of metal punctures almost tore the eardrums of everyone in the car. The driver stared dumbfounded at the tip of a sword emerging in front of him.

"Fark!"

The physical thickness of the frontal armor of the body of the M1A2 main battle tank is more than 700mm. Even shell-piercing shells, after penetrating such a thickness of composite armor, will melt into fluid in severe friction.

The vast majority of bazooka armor-piercing warheads are unable to penetrate this wall of sighs.

Now, it had been pierced by a sword.

This magical reality made him think he was still in a dream.

"Goo..."

Wang Xuanzhe pulled the star tribulation out of the tank. His sword was like a mosquito biting an elephant. The Magic Sword's fitness is too short, and it can only pierce armor.

He leapt to his feet, jumped into the air above the tank, and slashed down with his sword, and three swords slashed up, piercing through the weak top armor, killing all four people in the car.

The accompanying infantry fired at him in the air.

Wang Xuanzhe's demonic aura surged, and all the bullets shot were eroded. He unleashed the demonic qi to shift shape, and the sword light was like a meat grinder, stabbing these resisting soldiers into a hornet's nest.

The tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were clumsy beasts, and their artillery pitch angles were too small to attack Wang Xuanzhe, who was close at hand.

Amid the roar of the engine, they tried to distance themselves from Wang Xuanzhe.

"Drink!"

A sword twisted and turned, skirting the front and piercing through the side, wringing the tank's crew into pieces in an instant. These powerful modern weapons are vulnerable in the face of the Star Tribulation.

There was a gasp from the command headquarters.

They witnessed a powerful armored mechanized detachment being slaughtered in minutes from the drone's footage, leaving them powerless to resist.

They were wiped out so quickly that helicopter gunships twenty kilometers away didn't even have time to support.

If it is the Taliban, it will cost at least 3,000 men to achieve the same result.

"What about our helicopter gunships, and artillery! Let the artillerymen cover the entire area! I'm going to flatten this land completely, even if he is really the ghost of Genghis Khan, I'm going to send him to hell!! ”

Commander of U.S. Forces in Afghanistan, John Brown. Scott snarled to hide the fear in his heart.