Brush Brush Brush ......

Indicators are lit up on the dashboard one after another!

When Jackie Chan saw the two letters "NP" appear in the sight, that is, the command to allow firing, he immediately pressed the launch switch.

"Poof~"

The Stone Tea Falcon helicopter gunship trembled slightly.

The flame-thrust missiles swept past the fuselage and headed straight for the command vehicle on the road in the distance.

Jackie Chan continuously tracks the command vehicle through the aperture in the sight, so that it always stays within the cursor, and guides and tracks the missile.

The laser is a single-line light wave, Jackie Chan can see the light, and the red turban army on the opposite side cannot detect it.

The cruising speed of the Snake Pelican anti-tank missile, which is only 330 meters per second, and the distance shown on the HUD, it needs to fly for several seconds.

However, under the precise guidance of the laser, how long you fly does not affect the accuracy.

The goal of the snake pelican is very clear.

It's the command vehicle!

The Stone Tea Falcon had been clearly detected before, and there was an on-board early warning radar on the command vehicle.

In order for the next combat operations of the Shicha Falcon to have a better environment and conditions, the command vehicle must be disposed of first.

"I hope that Lao D will sit in the command car, so that he can do it at one time and save a lot of trouble."

Watching the snake and pelican missiles fly closer and closer, and the convoy still had no reaction, Jackie Chan suddenly felt relieved that this firework was blown up.

A few seconds passed.

Seeing that the Snake Pelican missile has flown more than half of the distance, it is about to hit and complete its mission.

There was finally movement in the command car.

"Didi ......"

The on-board warning system finally reacted and burst out with a rapid alarm sound.

"Damn, it's a missile!"

Hearing the abnormal noise coming from outside the car, coupled with the fierce alarm issued by the radar warning, the two experienced veterans on the battlefield D and the praying mantis reacted instantly.

I don't care about greeting the red turban army in the car, and I can't care about the current speed of fifty or sixty yards.

The two of them, whose faces changed greatly, rushed to the back of the car with their legs, and without even pushing the car door, they directly hit the car door with their bodies and jumped out directly.

Old D and praying mantis jumped out of the car in the next second.

Whoosh –

The snake pelican dragged the black shadow of the tail flame through the air and slammed headlong into the box on the right side of the command vehicle.

"Bang~"

The whole ground shook violently.

The closed container-type command vehicle was instantly torn into pieces by the orange high-temperature flames and energy shock wave in the explosion.

However, this is just the beginning.

The wreckage of the car body flying in the sky is the protagonist of this fireworks show.

Swish~

The energy of the explosion, which exceeded 7,000 meters per second, turned into a shock wave visible to the naked eye, wrapped around various objects, and suddenly spread in a ring.

"Pong! Table tennis! ”

The old D and the praying mantis, who were still in the volley, were directly shocked and deformed by the rear door, and the "slap" was on their backs, and they flew four or five meters.

"Whoosh...... Woohoo ......"

The secondary damage wave formed by the liquefied metal stream of various large pieces of metal flying at high speed swept through the space at high speed and hit the surrounding vehicles, erupting into a dense impact sound like a torrential rain.

Tanks and armored vehicles are fine, the skin is rough and thick, and the damage is not obvious.

But there are two military off-road vehicles that are guarding next to them, driving on the grass on both sides of the command vehicle, and they are open-top military off-road vehicles, and the ending is very miserable.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

The high-speed fragments like pear flower needles in a rainstorm came overwhelmingly to wrap the entire car body, covering all the red turban troops in the car.

This second.

Blood flowers and sparks bloom together, death and fear resonate, and it is beautiful.

The rest of the Red Turban Army hadn't reacted yet, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw that the command vehicle had turned into a ball of fire.

Momentarily dominated by fear and panic, the brakes are applied almost at the same time.

"Squeak——, squeak-"

The armed convoy, which was running at a speed of fifty or sixty yards, wiped countless long marks of black smoke and white dents on the ground, and came to a sharp stop in the middle of the road.

"Bang bang bang, bang~"

In a few cars, the drivers were so frightened that the accelerator was used as a brake to hit the butt of the car in front.

But at this time.

No one pays attention to who exactly hit whom.

The eyes of all the Red Turban Army were very unified, focusing on the command vehicle at the front that was blown up by a missile, and now only the twisted chassis remained.

The mind is full of stunned and frightened thoughts—

The commander was just blown up?

Everyone remained motionless, as if time had pressed a pause.

"When~Pong~Wow......"

The wreckage of various metal fragments that were blown up into the sky fell to the ground one after another under the action of gravity, but it did not break this static scene.

I don't know how long time has passed.

Maybe a minute, maybe a few seconds.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the first 59D tank in the rear of the command vehicle, the sound of the upper hatch being pushed open, broke the dead silence at the moment, and also broke the deadlock.

A Red Turban soldier with the rank of captain poked his upper body out of the tank.

"Damn, it's an anti-tank missile, he's got to be around here, everybody put me on a frame gun, find that damn thing and kill it."

As soon as the words of the captain of the Red Turban Army came out, all the Red Turban Army suddenly came back to their senses.

I don't care if Old D is dead.

Coax!

The picture that was originally at a standstill suddenly entered the acceleration stage.

Some of the Red Turbans began to take out their binoculars and check the sky and high ground around them; Some medical soldiers got out of the car and ran forward to check the scene of the explosion and rescue the wounded; There were also people who loaded high machines and heavy machine guns.

There is only one goal.

That is to find the despicable sneak attacker and blast it into a pulp with a random gun.

Soon.

Although I still haven't found a specific location, I can hear the sound of a helicopter from the tip of my ears.

After all, it is a grassland without any mountain peaks, there is no shelter to cover it, there is no way to block the sound waves, and it will travel farther than the mountains.

Even if Jackie Chan flies at ultra-low altitude, he can't hide it all.

However, even if they knew that it was a helicopter gunship, this group of Red Army troops was not at all afraid, and did not seem to feel that the helicopter gunships were much of a threat.

The combat effectiveness of armed helicopters is strong or weak, and the scientific and technological content certainly accounts for a certain proportion.

But it needs people to do it.

Whether or not you can exert strong combat effectiveness, an excellent pilot is the foundation.

It is possible to train an ace pilot of the war sequence, which requires a very large amount of terrorist funds, which is simply unaffordable for small African countries.

Even if we take China, which is famous for "saving", as an example, the amount of money it costs to train a pilot in the war sequence will be in the tens of millions.

Every combat pilot uploaded on the Internet is made of gold."

There is nothing wrong with this statement.

Although the difficulty of helicopters is lower than that of fighter jets, it is obviously impossible for a small country like Dirac to have an ace pilot.

It may even be some pilots who can guarantee that the plane will take off normally.

Helicopter gunships themselves are low-altitude operations, and without good pilots, they are more vulnerable to ground fire.

With the accumulation of rumors over time, in the eyes of this group of Red Turban Army, the armed helicopter is just like that.

A shot of RPG passed, and a string of high-speed bursts and bursts.

The helicopter is on hold!

Therefore, even if this group of Red Turban soldiers knew that it was a helicopter, even if the command vehicle was bombed in front of them, they did not immediately look for cover, but shouted wildly.

"Damn, where is that flying tin can?"

"I saw it just now, the missile is coming from behind, why don't we go and look for it?"

"Bastard, come out if you have the guts, and see if you Master Kirk doesn't beat you to scrap metal."

……

After searching for a long time without seeing a helicopter, the convoy began to riot.

Someone roared in anger.

Suggestions were made.

Someone made a lot of nonsense.

But no matter how noisy they were, because they didn't see the target and didn't have the commander's order, even if the entire convoy banged on the accelerator, no one did anything.

Good thing at this time.

Several medical soldiers of the Red Turban Army had a harvest, and walked out of the grass with the help of the old D and the praying mantis, whose mouths were full of blood and pale faces.

I have to say.

These two guys' lives are really hard.

Although the two were slapped out of the back door of the car, it was a coincidence that the large, wide and thick door inadvertently made an explosion-proof shield for the two.

All kinds of fragments that were splashed by the explosion were blocked by this door panel.

Otherwise, they will both be shot into a sieve in the air.

In addition, instead of falling on the concrete road, but falling on the relatively soft grass, the impact of the landing was absorbed, avoiding being killed on the spot.

Serendipitous coincidence.

These two people are blessed with a great life, and they have picked up a small life from the mortal bureau.

"Poof~"

Old D, who had just been helped back to the road, vomited a mouthful of blood again.

The originally pale and ugly face began to improve significantly.

"Go, the recess on the left back."

The blood on his chest was spit out, and the old D, who had a lot of blood flow, weakly pointed in a direction, where Jackie Chan was piloting the helicopter.

"All the pickup trucks go over, kill it, and never allow him to spoil my business."

The elder brother still has a few brushes, and with only such little information, he has judged the right direction.

Receiving the order from Old D, the officer on the first armored car shouted behind him: "Left rear, all pickup trucks pass."

Whoever knocks down that damn can, waits for the factory in front of it, and rewards you two white girls in the evening. ”

I heard that there was a white girl as a reward, and the rear of the entire team instantly fried the pot, and all kinds of throttle sounds mixed with excited roars, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"Left rear, left rear, hurry, hurry."

"U-turn, U-turn, the big beauty is ours."

"gogogo, speed up and let these bastards eat shit."

"Oh toot ......, shhh——,h

……

The pickup trucks were under the control of the bloody Red Turban Army, and the engines roared and turned their heads, rolled up the dust and rushed out.

The ferocity in Old D's eyes exploded, and he forced his recovered body to climb onto the first tank.

"The rest of the people accelerated forward, rushed to the Chinese-funded factory within 10 minutes, and set off!"

With Lao D's pale order, the remaining tank convoy immediately roared with its engines, turning into a torrent of steel and sweeping towards the Chinese-funded factory.

The reason why Lao D was holding his body so strongly that he didn't even have any rest and adjustment, he urged the team to rush to the Chinese-funded factory.

The reason is that he is really angry!

As the strongest PMC leader in Europe, Lao D has a sense of superiority in his bones, believing that coming to Africa is a dimensionality reduction attack.

Just play around and you'll be able to do it.

Even if Da Xiong and others were attacked on the road, Lao D didn't feel that he had met an opponent, and before leading the team to set off, he had a cat-and-mouse mentality.

Unhurriedly, I went to the town of Sankuga and walked around the Chinese hospital in St. Frang.

Slaughtered a few people and got what you wanted.

Knowing that someone had come to pick up Dr. Chen and was going to rescue the workers of the Chinese-funded factory, Lao D's state of mind at that time was super relaxed.

Thinking that the rats have nowhere to escape, they are ready to take people over and finally collect the net.

It didn't work out......

I came with absolute confidence, but I didn't even see the Chinese-funded factory, so I suffered halfway and almost lost my life.

How can this not make the arrogant old D so angry that his lungs almost exploded.

But it's not angry.

As the boss of Dane Corporation and the commander of a professional private military contracting team, he is not a straw bag, but has real kung fu in his hands.

Lao D didn't need to think about it at all, he knew that the person who launched the missile attack must have something to do with the Chinese-funded factory that was going to attack.

The best way to get revenge on this dastardly sneak attacker is to take out the people he wants to protect.

That's why Lao D immediately gave the order to accelerate the attack on the Chinese-funded factory.

There is also a benefit to this.

Old D knows very well what the biggest nemesis of these tanks he is carrying.

Taking advantage of these pickup trucks to pass the helicopter for kilometers, if the helicopter can be shot down, it will naturally be better, saving a big thing.

If the armed pickup is all waste, it can also delay the time of the helicopter gunship, so that he can't come and attack the tank?

He was able to drive tanks into the factory area, and with the help of a large number of reinforced concrete buildings in the factory area, he greatly weakened the advantage of the helicopter gunship.

How to effectively evade anti-tank missiles, Lao D is an expert who knows it well.

As long as there are factory buildings to block laser irradiation, so that the guidance becomes invisible to the blind, it will not be able to accurately guide and pose a threat to the tank.

When the time comes.

He can also call the leader of the Red Turbans, Auddu, and ask him to send fighter jets or helicopter gunships for emergency support.

If the person who piloted the helicopter gunship was the murderer who attacked his men, Big Bear and the other three.

At that time, Old D will let him know what cruelty is.

As for how many of the Red Turbans will die.

In the eyes of the arrogant old D, these Red Turban Army are just a bunch of useless garbage, a group of cannon fodder who can be used to block the gun's hole at any time.

As long as he can achieve his ultimate goal, he doesn't care how many people will die in the process.

……

Helicopter gunships attack in some ways similar to snipers.

Run after the fight, and change places with a shot.

In tactics, this is called battlefield maneuvering.

In the hands of experienced pilots, the irregular maneuvering at all times at super high speed can greatly improve the chances of survival of the helicopter.

Protects against locking by ground fire.

At this time, the Shicha Falcon helicopter, which had completed the guidance of Jackie Chan's bombing command vehicle, lowered its altitude again and had retreated several hundred meters back.

When it rose again, it saw the two convoys of divergent rushes.

(End of chapter)