As soon as it was dawn, Captain Li couldn't wait to call the helicopter, there were a large number of wounded on the position who needed to be evacuated urgently, although those who were too injured had been evacuated by pickup trucks first, but there were also some lightly wounded who also needed to be evacuated, in addition, the front line was in urgent need of ammunition.

Because of the tight schedule, a small bird helicopter took off first as soon as it strapped the ammunition to be transported.

The pilots filled the empty spaces at the back of the cabin with ammunition and then wrapped the boxes around the shelves on both sides with mesh so that a single bird could carry a full twelve boxes of ammunition.

A box of 420 rounds of 5.56 bullets, twelve boxes is 5,000 rounds, which is enough for a PC to deal with a battle.

The pilot of the Little Bird helicopter is the second lieutenant of the Harry Potter Navy from the United Kingdom, he doesn't know any magic, and he came to the Shadow Company because the British Navy has laid off redundant personnel and caused him to lose his job, so he still values the job of the Shadow Company, after all, Shepard pays these pilots really high.

After loading the ammunition, the Bird helicopter climbed quickly under Potter's control, and then after rising to a height of four hundred, it stopped climbing, because there was no navigation, so he had to fly low so as not to miss the ground forces.

Less than half an hour after taking off from the base, Potter saw purple smoke rising from the top of the hill, which was the signal from the ground forces, and then he operated the helicopter to quickly descend to altitude and then land in the open space behind the hillside.

The PC, who had been waiting on the ground for a long time, immediately stepped forward to unload the ammunition, and then stuffed the two wounded into the cabin in the back.

"Stay safe!"

After handing over to Captain Lee, Potter took off again with the birdie, and just as he was climbing, a PC casualty in the engine room behind him suddenly shouted and danced with his hands and gestures.

"Look, plane!"

"What plane?"

The co-pilot's co-pilot turned his head impatiently, and then opened his mouth to come.

"Holy, look, Soviet helicopters!"

"Soviets' helicopters?"

Potter turned his head to see a large iron bird painted in earthy yellow camouflage, several times larger than a small bird, flying low in the valley below, with the Soviet Air Force insignia on either side of the plane.

And the model of the aircraft is even more recognizable at a glance, it is a Mi-8 helicopter codenamed Hippo, manufactured by the Soviet Kazan manufacturing plant, this helicopter is not as small as the Bird, and the carrying capacity is also limited, it can fit a full two squads of soldiers, and even a jeep.

In the aft compartment of the helicopter, there is a hatch that can be lowered directly, from which vehicles and bulky cargo can be accessed.

The production of Mi-8 helicopters is the largest in the world, and it is even called the Kalashnikov of helicopters.

This Mi-8 helicopter was here to deliver supplies and evacuate the wounded to the Airborne Forces, because the cabin was large enough, the helicopter even sent enough mortar shells to the Airborne Forces, in addition, the pilot secretly contributed a bottle of vodka that he carried.

"Those guys have this stuff too!"

"What to do, do you want to?"

The co-pilot glanced at it, and then made a suggestion.

Although the Mi-8 helicopter can carry machine guns, rockets and even anti-tank missiles, the Mi-8 helicopter in front of Lieutenant Potter is not armed at all, in other words, this thing is like fat flying in the sky, like a goddess who lifts her skirt to you.

"We don't have weapons either!"

Potter thought for a few seconds in disdain, then shook his head, his birdie was also unloaded, both sides were bare-handed, how to fight, could it be that he flew over and hit the Webley revolver he defended himself with?.z.

"Hehe, don't let him go, I've got a weapon!"

The wounded man at the back of the cabin also heard the conversation between the two and immediately called out.

He still had a Stoner 63 machine gun and most of the ammunition left, and the 7.62mm bullet could still cause serious damage if it hit the air intake of the Mi-8 helicopter or other vulnerable positions.

"Yes

Die, all right!"

Bo nodded his head, then told the two wounded to buckle up, and then steered the helicopter down altitude.

"If the situation is not right, we will withdraw!"

"Of course!"

At this moment, the Mi-8 helicopter did not know that there was an uninvited guest in the rear, they had just finished replenishing the airborne troops, and they had brought four wounded with them, and the two pilots were still discussing what kind of opponent would make the airborne troops suffer such serious injuries.

A string of bullets suddenly crackled down.

"What's the situation? Somebody's firing at us?"

The Soviet pilot, who was also a veteran, immediately tilted the fuselage to the right and let the helicopter swing to the right to avoid bullets from unknown places.

Several airborne troops in the cabin crowded to the hatch to observe the surrounding situation, and then they confirmed that the bullets were not fired from the ground.

"In the back, the Americans' helicopters!"

An airborne soldier saw a bird flashing in the rear, and then immediately said a sukka!

After the Soviet pilot turned the helicopter slightly, he also saw the birds in the rear, and the pilot was still a little flustered at first, after all, the latter was much more agile than himself, but soon he saw that the attacker was not a mini-gang machine gun, but a PC that exposed half of its body in the cabin, and the latter was holding the machine gun and aiming at him very hard.

"What do these guys think of themselves!"

The pilot immediately flew into a rage and shouted into the cabin.

"Petronko, where's your machine gun, him!"

One of the lightly wounded airborne soldiers immediately fastened his seat belt and went to the hatch with an RPKS machine gun.

The Soviet pilots were now operating the helicopter on the S route, which was done to provide a range for the shooters at the side door.

Second Lieutenant Potter, on the other hand, tried hard to follow the Mi-8, trying not to expose himself to the opponent's attack.

The two sides chased me and fled in the air, but they didn't suffer any harm to each other, just a slight swing of the plane, the bullets didn't know where to fly, the two shooters were angry, and the friendly troops watching them were also anxious to scold their mothers, and they all wanted to pull each other in exchange for themselves.

After chasing back and forth for more than ten kilometers, the bird helicopter ran out of ammunition, and the annoyed shooter immediately threw away his weapon, and then raised his pistol and ran out of bullets indiscriminately.

"Damn, let's go back!"

Ensign Potter was not surprised, and immediately gave up the chase and prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, seeing them leave, the Soviet helicopter that guessed that the other party had no bullets turned around and chased after them.