"Suka, pilot, float here!"

The captain on the ground held up the telescope and looked at the helpless umbrella in the sky, and he was about to cry, because the latter seemed to notice that this battlefield was dangerous, so he chose to float in the opposite direction.

But over there, it's the territory of the guerrillas!

"Sukka, Sukka!"

The captain angrily took out his flare gun and fired three flares in a row, trying to alert the pilot, and the latter finally reacted after noticing the flares and the Afghans running on the ground, and he floated in the wrong direction.

So he immediately pulled the handle of the umbrella and tried to float back, but the Afghan fellow, who was looking forward to it on the ground, saw that the other party wanted to run, and he was no longer polite, raised his rifle and began to shoot, trying to kill the guy in the air.

Hannibal was startled by the guerrillas' actions, kicking down a guy with a machine gun, and then shouting loudly for the Afghans to stop shooting.

And the translator next to him hurriedly shouted with him, and finally called these excited guys back.

"You ***, a living pilot is worth more than a dead one!"

Hannibal yelled at a puzzled junior officer, who had just taken the lead in raising his gun.

"Your squad leader, stop doing it, go back to being an infantryman!"

The latter was still very aggrieved and wanted to argue, but was beaten back by the senior officer who followed Hannibal.

The fighters, who were affiliated with religious students, were eager to learn something new about warfare from Hannibal, so they generally followed the latter's words before they were questioned.

Like now, they stopped their men from firing before they asked Hannibal why he did it.

"Because he's a pilot, he's important to the Soviets, and if you want weapons, or if the Soviets want your people to let go, you'd better capture him alive and exchange it with the Soviets! There's no point in killing him!"

At this moment, the pilot was about to land, but his position was exactly in the middle of the confrontation between the two armies, and the captain commanding the operation instructed his subordinates to move forward without thinking about it, and he must rescue the pilot.

The Soviets' tanks and cannons fired frantically down the hillside, trying to suppress the partisans, as a group of Soviet soldiers was already making a detour towards the center of the battlefield.

But their suppressive firing did not suppress all the partisans, and at this moment the PCs mixed in with the guerrillas had already set up the Red Arrow anti-tank missiles, and then fired them at the Soviet tanks below the valley.

Under the operation of the shooter, the Red Arrow 73 slammed into the turret of the tank crookedly, and then there was a violent explosion, and when the smoke cleared, the tank's gun had fallen down, and the tank crew in the car was struggling to run out.

At the same time, the PC snipers on the other side also knocked down several Soviet soldiers who rushed to the front, forcing them to crawl down.

And the pilot, at this time, staggered to the ground, he rolled to his feet, and then limped to try to flee in the direction of the Soviet Union, but fell to the ground after not taking a few steps.

While he was in the air, a flying bullet hit his thigh, making it impossible for him to escape.

And the Afghan guerrillas also appeared on the side of a few people and pounced on the pilot, the Soviets' machine guns knocked down two people, but two others had already approached the pilot, and the infantry tank was afraid of accidental injury, so it had to stop shooting.

The pilot was also in a hurry when he saw the Afghans approaching, but his pistol fell out in the air, and now he only has a survival dagger for self-defense.

And the Afghans knew that they were going to capture the pilot alive, so they simply played a shady trick and kicked a handful of sand at the other side.

The pilot was blinded, and before he could react, the butt of the dagger was smashed off, and then the Afghan grabbed him by the thigh and prepared to drag the man to his own position.

But before the two Afghans could run a few steps, they were knocked to the ground by Soviet snipers, who then rushed forward to try to snatch the pilot back.

The Shadow Company's snipers opened fire again, and at the same time, the reloaded rocket launcher was covered with another round of fire on the hill, so that the flight was saved

The Soviet soldiers also fell, and even the snipers were blown up and fled down the hill.

Then, the pilot fell into the hands of the Afghans again, this time the Afghans also brought a noose, and the pilot struggled desperately, only to be punched twice by the Afghan countryman to the head, and the latter was smashed with gold stars in the eye, and then his arms were tied.

This back-and-forth caused the captain to stomp his feet in a hurry, and he even wanted to give the unlucky guy a shot to free him, and then, he got a bad message.

The pilot's wingman informed the identity of the downed pilot, who was not only a young and promising major, but also the son of the commander of the 105th Division of the Airborne Forces, both of whom served on the battlefield in Afghanistan! ap.

"Suka, class one, follow me!"

The captain angrily threw off the radio, put on his helmet and carried an AK74 and rushed forward, handing over the command to the instructor, who was also trying to coordinate the firepower configuration, trying to separate the pilot from the Afghan.

With the accurate firing of the AK74 rifle, the two Afghans who were carrying the pilot fell to the ground, and then the pilot heard the familiar Russian.

"Comrade, let's take you back!"

The captain grabbed the pilot and was about to tow him back, but before he could take two steps, he was shot in the leg, and the snipers of the Shadow Company could see it very clearly, this guy took the lead in commanding those Soviet soldiers, and he was obviously also a senior officer!

After the captain fell, the soldiers on the side tried to help, but were knocked to the ground by the snipers, who had switched to 12.7mm heavy snipers to target ordinary Soviet soldiers.

On the hillside, where there was hardly any cover, the Soviets had nowhere to hide, and the captain could only shout for the rest to retreat, while he, after stopping the bleeding from the wound, grabbed the pilot and tried to climb back.

But this time, it was no longer the Afghans who were dispatched, and Hannibal rushed forward with a couple of PCs, first blasting a barrage of barrages in the faces of the Soviets with mortars and rockets, and then firing tear gas from grenade launchers, surrounding the captain and the pilots.

In the choking smoke, the captain couldn't even open his eyes, he brandished his pistol, coughed repeatedly, and shed tears, but he was still yelling, trying to knock back the PCs that tried to capture them, only to be skilfully captured by the latter and snatched his weapon, and then, several of them skillfully tied up the two of them, and then set them up with wooden sticks, and fled back before the Soviets could react.