"King One, hold on, we're coming!"

Because there was no special targeting system, the Bird helicopter flew over Hudson's head before it began to cover fire, using two machine guns controlled by a simple fire control system and the rocket launch nest on the outside to fire at full power, bringing death to the pursuers in the rear in an instant.

The Gatling guns weaved a dense web of fire over the entire convoy, from front to back, without missing anything, and the rockets exploded in clusters of fireworks on the road, and the vehicles that were directly hit were instantly detonated, and the flames burned brightly, engulfing everything.

The Cuban soldiers of the special forces of the Ministry of the Interior chose to jump out of the car before the helicopter fired, and they knew what to do in such a situation, but the security soldiers in the rear were a little sluggish, and when they saw the attacking armed birds, some people even tried to shoot them down with guns.

One AK rifle and two 34 machine guns, who has more firepower, naturally it is self-evident, the unlucky soldier of the People's Liberation Movement and the comrades around him were directly covered by the rain of bullets, the car was riddled with bullets, the carriage was full of corpses, and the bright red blood gathered into a stream, flowing down from the car along the bullet hole.

The three birds formed a triangular formation, and almost twenty vehicles were reimbursed in one go, and countless APM soldiers were killed, and the convoy that was still chasing Hudson frantically just now was instantly unable to move as if it had been choked by the neck.

After completing this round of attacks, the Bird helicopters did not stop at all, and directly lowered their altitude and left the battlefield, because the cabin position was limited, and the ammunition on these Birdie helicopters was more than half less than that of the Huey helicopters, and their stocks had been emptied in one round of attacks.

Therefore, after the ammunition is fired, the pilots of the little birds go extremely simply, and the MiGs of the Cubans will come at any time, and at such a moment, everyone can only take care of their own things!

However, this cover was sufficient, and with the help of the birdie's attack, Hudson managed to shake off the pursuers in the rear, buying himself twenty minutes.

During this time, he drove his truck into the fishing village as if it were no man's land, and then under the horrified gaze of the local villagers, Hudson took the lead in snatching a fishing boat that the villagers relied on for their livelihood.

"I've requisitioned this thing, so go to the Cubans and ask for money!"

Dropping a word, regardless of whether the other party could understand it or not, Hudson picked up half a barrel of gasoline and ran, and after several people jumped on the boat, they immediately started their engines and fled in the direction of the sea.

As soon as their ship left the port, the pursuers who had regrouped from the attack also rushed over, and the SPM soldiers raised their weapons and stood on the shore and began to shoot indiscriminately at the fishing boats that had run a few hundred meters, but most of the bullets were thrown into the water, and then these SPM soldiers remembered that there were bazookas on the truck, but their poor marksmanship could empty all 30 rounds, and one round of rockets was useless, purely to show Hudson fireworks.

"What are our allies?"

Looking at the rockets flying overhead, Hudson could only sigh at the magic of Africa, the only reliable thing is those Cuban special forces, after they arrived at the fishing village, they did not hesitate to requisition a few local fishermen's fishing boats and hurried out to sea, after all, the fishing boats grabbed by the mercenaries could not go far without fuel, they only needed to drag the opponent, waiting for the gunboats from Benguela to arrive and already completed the task.

The two sides started the sea prop race again, because of the poor maintenance of Uncle Black's fishing boat, everyone didn't dare to let go, so they could only increase their speed for a while and rest for a while, so Hudson couldn't open the distance between the two sides.

The Cuban special forces were not willing to chase after the buttocks, they set up light machine guns and sniper rifles on the fishing boat, and began to carry out intensive strikes on Hudson's fishing boat, the purpose of the Cuban special forces was not to kill the target, but to cause damage to Hudson's boat, if it could hurt the waterline, it could let the sea water pour into the cabin and slow them down again.

And Hudson is not a person who sits still, his agents also set up light machine guns and colors, but because of the turbulence of the ship and the distance between the two sides of more than 1,000 meters, everyone's counterfire did not hit at all, it was purely a lively atmosphere group.

Sailed on the sea faster than a little small

After a while, the two sides had even left the coastline far behind, and Hudson couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that the Cuban ships were still hanging far behind, and the PBY seaplanes that had come to pick them up had not yet arrived.

"These guys can't have found us, have they?"

Searching for targets on the vast sea is much more difficult than on land, where there are many references that can help the crew in the air determine the location, but on the sea, it is impossible to help the crew locate by seawater alone, so Hudson can only let his subordinates constantly call the target on the radio.

The agent in charge of the call did not dare to relax in the slightest, grabbed the radio and called for half an hour without stopping, shouting that his throat was about to smoke but still did not answer, at this moment, everyone's hearts rose to their throats again.

"Head, there's not much oil!"

The bad news came one after another, Hudson had not had much fuel when the fishing boats ran away, and he was almost running out at the moment, while the Cubans didn't seem to have this problem, and they could even weave around the surface of the sea in an encirclement formation.

"Come on, where the hell are you?"

Hudson thought for a few seconds before asking.

"How many flares are left?"

"Three shots!"

"One shot in five minutes, if that guy doesn't come again, everyone will die!"

Fifteen minutes later, the fishing boats had begun to slow down drastically due to lack of fuel, and the distance between them and the Cubans had narrowed from more than 1,000 meters to more than 800 meters, and in about another three or four minutes, the Cuban special forces would be able to kill them in the face.

"Get ready for battle!"

At this moment, everyone had no hope of evacuation, and they all silently found their place to prepare to die, looking at the sunset that was sinking into the sea, Hudson suddenly felt that dying here seemed to be a good choice.

Then, the agent next to him suddenly shouted.

"Head, look at the sun!"

"See, it's beautiful!"

"No, I mean inside the sun!"

"I said, it's beautiful, I see it!"

"It's not this, idiot, something is approaching us in the direction of the sun!"

The agent hurriedly got started, and turned Hudson's head to look at the sunset in the distance. Chinese Net

Then Hudson saw a dark shadow magnifying little by little in the setting sun.

"These guys went to Mars, didn't they?"