More than 30 Mi-24 Hind armed transport helicopters have automatically formed five aviation formations in mid-air, carrying nearly 600 heavily armed army elites, and they are hovering in the air on more than 20 hills with relatively gentle slopes and can quickly establish temporary warning points.

The thick sliding rope more than ten meters long had been thrown down, and it shook quite violently with the mountain wind mixed with broken snow. Rappelling in the field at this altitude is already a highly dangerous action, but in front of this group of elites of the Soviet Army, it is just an ordinary tactical behavior, and it may need to be more cautious.

The first Soviet soldier to rappel down had temporarily added three times the weight on his body, feeling the oppressive weight on his body, as well as the helicopter that forcibly maintained stability in the mountain wind and turbulence under his feet, he took a deep breath, and suddenly jumped out of the cabin, holding the shaking rope tightly with both hands, and firmly coiled his legs at the same time, with the help of gravity and the weight on his body, he quickly slid down the mountain.

With his legs heavily stuck on the snow layer that barely reached his thighs, the elite of the Soviet soldiers had also stood firmly, holding the shaking rope tightly with his hands, and his eyes swept over the surrounding hills, seeing that the other soldiers were also as neat and crisp as him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart The elite level of this front-line unit made him a little confused when he was once the top of the army.

But his brow couldn't help frowning slightly, having experienced several ambushes with the Americans, or special operations, he always felt as if he was being watched by someone here. Slowly glanced to the side, the strange bulge of snow on the slope of the hillside made his brow furrow more and more.

Half a step back, the two Soviet elites also slid down on the rope one after the other, helping him to hold the bottom tightly, and then slightly loosened his hand and held his AKM assault rifle in his hand. His eyes were fixed on the bulge of the snow on the hillside, and he always felt a strangeness, or rather suspicion.

A small black dot appeared at the limit of his gaze, and he frowned tightly, the snow in the wind made it impossible for him to see it really, but the small black dot seemed to him. It also seems to be a vent. Subconsciously took a few steps forward, his vision gradually improved, but there was a hint of horror in his eyes, because in the black spot, he also saw an indifferent eye, also looking at him.

His heart beat slowly, but the beating sound followed the flow of his veins, as if his head was about to burst open. For some reason, he suddenly thought of this mountainous terrain with a complex environment. It seems to be quite suitable for ambushes, and the way they are hovering in the air now is almost the most suitable ambush target!

"There is an enemy... Belch... Ahh

He opened his mouth, the AKM assault rifle in his hand was already on his chest, and he just wanted to loudly remind his companions around him, but in his eyes, a little bright light shone instantly in the bulge of the snow more than ten meters away. And he felt his thoughts creep even more. Even with the bloodshot appearance in his eyes, he gradually broke through the barrier of space. White and red splashed in his head, and he suddenly felt that the hair he had washed only yesterday was a little dirty.

But his head was completely shattered, and the scattered brains and blood had splashed on the surrounding snow, but he could no longer see the members of the U.S. Marines with weapons under the white camouflage cloth around him. Like the messengers of death, reaping their lives.

The crisp sound of the M4A1 assault rifle had already resounded through the mountains, and the marines hidden in the snow were rushing out quickly, catching the elite of the Soviet aviation that was sliding down by rope. And one after another anti-aircraft versions of the "Javelin" portable anti-aircraft missiles. Also appeared behind them!

Not only this one hill, but also the surrounding hills that are relatively gentle and have geographical and tactical advantages, have all risen in an instant with the appearance of anti-aircraft missiles. At least 60 small and flexible man-portable anti-aircraft missiles have rushed out of the well-concealed snowdrifts, carrying the faint tail smoke, and are wrying through the snow of this continuous mountain range at a very fast speed!

The identification of friend and foe at the tip of the missile has instantly distinguished the enemy, or it has not yet understood what is happening, the Mi-24 Hind transport helicopter armed transport helicopter on both sides, which is no more than 100 meters away, was locked in just one second, and before the Soviet soldiers on the rope landed on the hill, the small portable anti-aircraft missile, pulling the slender tail smoke, came to the side of these stunned helicopters, and then exploded!

"Boom, boom, boom—"

The anti-aircraft missiles have almost reached a distance of less than 100 meters against a helicopter, and even if the hit rate does not reach 100 percent, the debris and shock wave generated by the explosion at close range are enough to injure the pilot or key parts, and once the precision helicopter is damaged, then the consequence in this mountainous area is to fall fiercely.

The rockets hanging under the helicopter have also been detonated, and the auxiliary fuel tanks that have not had time to be thrown away have also been ignited by the flames and high temperatures, and the expanding power has swept the entire cabin.

But this was not the end, as the white camouflage cloth continued to be lifted, and the M2 Browning anti-aircraft machine gun, which had been propped up on the top of several high hills, had already revealed its hideous face. The steel-core armor-piercing projectile had been installed, and with the trigger pulled, a stream of metal jets had already appeared on the helicopters that were still struggling.

With the clanging sparks splashing, the helicopter, which was barely under the sneak attack of the anti-aircraft missile, had completely lost control, fell heavily on the hillside and rolled, and rolled towards the bottom of the valley with a drop of tens of meters or hundreds of meters. Even the elite Soviet soldiers who were still trying to struggle and resist on the hillside had been beaten into a sieve by the anti-aircraft machine guns that were flattened in an instant!

From the beginning of the battle to the end of the battle, it was not ten minutes, but the Soviet helicopter formation, which was still showing off its might in the sky, had crashed and only a pile of scrap iron slag remained. After a brief cleanup of the battlefield, the Marines dragged out their snowmobiles in the snowdrifts, and in groups of three, they quickly slid down the hill where they were, and drove quickly towards the hidden areas they had already divided.

The clouds in the distance had made up, and it looked like a heavy snowfall was coming. But the countless black smoke that rose and the occasional sound of ammunition detonation still reverberated on the top of the mountainous area. Only the sound of the snowmobile, which was already blowing with the cold wind, was hidden between the fluttering of the snowflakes.

PS: I went out to play yesterday, May Day is really to see the crowds of people, the traffic jam in the scenic spot is blocked for nearly an hour, my next May Day really can't happen to see people It's really too congested (to be continued.) )