If Huey is an American air taxi, then the Mi-8 Hippo helicopter is the Soviet Union's air taxi, which has been in service since the 60s and is still active in various industries and regions until the second decade after the millennium, because the equipment base is the world's first, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the Kalashnikov of the helicopter world.

At this moment, the two Mi-8 helicopters that appeared only about five or six kilometers away from the well were painted in earthy yellow desert camouflage, in addition to the rocket nests mounted on both sides and the twin machine guns in the nose, indicating that this thing was not a big stupid elephant that could only be beaten, but a porcupine covered with spikes.

And most importantly, the Mi-8 helicopter can still cram 24 heavily armed Soviet GIs into the cabin after so many weapons are attached to it.

"Hahaha, did you see that, Sergey!"

"See, I've finally caught those cunning foxes!"

In the cabin of the two helicopters, the crew members from the Soviet Union are communicating with each other, their identities are not regular Soviet troops, but Soviet volunteers in the Libyan army, of course, there is no difference between the two, but the face project should still be done, just like the Cuban pilot who was shot down in the Angolan civil war, their identity is Cuban volunteers, not some active soldiers.

In addition to the Soviet pilots who flew the planes, there were also military volunteers from East Germany and Cuba in the cabin, and these volunteers were wearing Gokasha-colored combat uniforms, and in their arms they were not AK47, AK and other old goods, but a brand-new AKS74 rifle, which was a small-caliber rifle jointly designed by the Kalashnikov Design Bureau and the TsNIITochash Design Bureau, and the AKS74 was a model developed for the Airborne Forces.

It is no accident that this unit appeared here, they were nominally a small special forces unit under the command of the Soviet Union's advisory group in the Libyan army, and were only responsible for the security of the advisory group, but with the stalemate of the war, the Soviet advisory group, which could not stand it, decided to help the Libyans after consulting Moscow.

After all, Gaddafi did not buy and buy in the arsenal of the Soviet Union, what if he suffered a big loss and did not buy it in the future?

The KGB elite quickly came up with an extremely elaborate battle plan, which was approved by the advisory group, and the Soviets knew that the Chadian army widely used mercenaries to fight, and their plan was also very simple and rude, since Habré relied on mercenaries so much, then they pretended to be mercenaries to do things!

For this reason, the members selected by the special forces also deliberately added a foreign language standard, almost all of them can speak one or two foreign languages, and they can also have no accent!

Of course, pretending to be mercenaries is not so easy to pretend, although Chad does not refuse to come, but the Americans who have taken root in Chad will also screen the source of mercenaries, and the Soviet special forces will definitely not be able to mix up with a name when they suddenly come out, so the Soviets used the most direct method, they are ready to kill a group of mercenaries, and then disguise themselves as them!

For this reason, it doesn't matter if it is cruel to sacrifice a Libyan friendly unit!

At the beginning of the month, the Soviet special forces began to monitor their own supply convoys in the desert area, and then, according to the feedback from all parties, they determined that the team that was going to send supplies to the armored forces was the most dangerous, because they had to cross hundreds of kilometers of desert alone, and the nearest friendly unit was tens of kilometers away, and once the convoy was attacked, there was no chance of survival!

So, the Soviets waited far away until the convoy was attacked.

It can be said that both sides are fishing, but the Soviets have more bait and the fish they catch are naturally bigger!

"Haha, see, man, those guys are scared!"

"Calm down, Sergey, maybe they have missiles!"

"It's fine, as long as I don't give them a chance to launch!"

The Soviet pilot, known as Sergei, swooped down with a helicopter and began to cover the ground with inhumane fire.

The Mi-8 helicopter they piloted carried a total of four rocket launch nests, a full 64 rockets, which was perfect for washing the floor.

The French mercenaries on the ground frantically fled in all directions, they had no heavy weapons, the few machine guns they had and no anti-aircraft mounts for aerial fire, some of them raised their rifles and tried to perform a miracle, but then they were bombarded by rockets.

While bombarding the mercenaries on the ground with rockets, Sergei did not forget to operate the twin 12.7mm machine guns hanging under the nose of the plane to strafe at the ground, and when flying over the mercenaries' heads, the special forces soldiers in the cabin did not forget to use the Deska erected at the door of the cabin to make up a few rounds on the ground.

One mercenary after another was knocked to the ground, just as they easily harvested those ineffective Libyan soldiers, and they were easily harvested by helicopters to take their lives.

And when Sergei opened fire on the ground mercenaries, another Mi-8 helicopter chased the fleeing mercenaries and saw the vehicle hidden behind the sand dunes, and then the helicopter began to circle in a small area in place, driving away the mercenaries who tried to get closer, because the Soviet soldiers behind the cabin also needed vehicles after landing, so these mercenary trucks and jeeps naturally could not be destroyed casually.

After killing some of the mercenaries approaching this direction, the wingman took the lead in landing and lowered the special forces in the cabin, and after the well-trained special forces soldiers landed, they immediately divided into small groups with the support of the helicopter overhead and began to further encircle the scattered mercenaries.

On the other side, Sergei, who had run out of ammunition, dropped his soldiers directly to the top of the sand dunes in the middle of the battlefield, and the iron-fisted mercenaries who had been killed by rockets and machine guns had no power to fight back.

After landing, the Soviet soldiers bravely pounced in all directions, pulling out the sand of those who were not dead yet.

In less than half an hour, in addition to the dead and wounded, almost all the mercenaries who were still alive were gathered in the old place, only this time they switched places with the Libyan wounded.

A Soviet officer, who was 1.9 meters tall, looked at the Frenchmen with their hands raised with interest, and then shouted.

"Who is your commander?"

Then, a charred hand was slowly raised, and Captain Bertrand, whose gray beard and hair had turned blackened, stood up.

"I am their commander, and I demand that my men be treated fairly and justly as prisoners of war!"