"Fuck, trying to take out our helicopter again? No way."
The pilot of the Apache helicopter grinned savagely as he spoke. The moment he felt the aircraft shake, he immediately pulled up.
Intelligence had previously reported that these people had shot down one of their helicopters. Initially, he had been half-skeptical upon hearing this. However, he had remained vigilant throughout the journey. As soon as they came under attack, he instantly increased altitude.
Soon, the pilot maneuvered the helicopter to a safe distance of two thousand meters and resumed attacking the ground.
Rat-a-tat-tat...
Bullets rained down from the sky once more.
Qin Feng watched the ascending helicopter, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Still not running? Then you're staying."
With that, he raised his sniper rifle and scanned the helicopter. After the scan, all the ambient data and auxiliary ballistics appeared clearly in Qin Feng's mind.
Predictive shot!
*Bang!*
A muffled sniper shot echoed again. The moment fire flashed from Qin Feng's rifle, a bullet flew towards the helicopter, heading straight for the calculated trajectory in his mind. In less than five seconds, the high-speed bullet embedded itself directly into the pilot's head.
*Crack!*
Before the pilot could react, his head exploded from the sudden impact of the bullet. Blood sprayed out, drenching the entire cockpit. The glass was smeared, and blood splattered everywhere. Not only that, but an armed man standing behind the pilot also slumped to the ground.
The co-pilot, witnessing this astonishing scene, was utterly terrified. He had never imagined someone could hit two targets with a single shot. On the ground, powerful firearms could achieve such a feat. But this was in the air, in a helicopter, and at an altitude of two thousand meters, flying a curving path. How was it even possible to be hit? Who was this person? How could he be so monstrously skilled?
The co-pilot, also a sniper, couldn't even comprehend such a scenario. How powerful did the assailant have to be to take down a flying helicopter? In that instant, the co-pilot completely panicked. However, he quickly reacted, diving for the controls, intending to turn the aircraft and escape.
But as he had this thought, Qin Feng had already locked onto the helicopter's weak point. This was another feature of his "Danger Warning Scan" and "Sniper Technique" skills combined, something Qin Feng had discovered later. It allowed him to scan for any faults or weaknesses in anything. Knowing these weaknesses, coupled with his top-tier sniper skills, made everything much simpler.
Qin Feng's gaze remained fixed on the helicopter. Seeing its intention to flee, he sneered, "Trying to escape? Too late!"
Simultaneously, Qin Feng aimed for the helicopter's weak point: the tail rotor. He then adjusted his aim to the rotor, and the next second, a clear ballistic trajectory appeared. Qin Feng's lips curled into a slight frown as he decisively pulled the trigger.
*Bang!*
The dull report of the sniper rifle sounded again. Following the shot, the helicopter's tail rotor emitted a plume of smoke. The aircraft shuddered, instantly losing its balance.
Onboard, the co-pilot felt the aircraft lurch and his soul seemed to evaporate. He cried out, "No, no, no! God, save me!" He frantically manipulated the controls. But it was too late. The unbalanced helicopter was now completely uncontrollable, its nose diving rapidly.
Seconds later, the nose buried itself in the sand, followed by a deafening explosion. A column of smoke shot up, and in an instant, the helicopter became a giant fireball, exploding outwards. The shockwave illuminated the dusty sky.
*Crackle, pop...*
Electrical wires and components from the exploding helicopter emitted small detonations, igniting a fierce fire. The armed personnel, already on edge due to prior incidents, had been cautious, but the outcome remained the same. Amidst the explosion, any remaining occupants of the helicopter vanished.
As the helicopter exploded violently, the communication equipment was also affected. Noticing this, Qin Feng's heart rate quickened. Were they all right? These were his men; he had to bring them back safely. According to the original plot, the蛟龙突击队 (Jiaolong Commando Unit) suffered heavy casualties in Operation Red Sea, and the explosion just now could easily lead to history repeating itself.
Thinking this, Qin Feng yelled at the top of his lungs, "He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, Li Erniu, Xu Tianlong, Song Kaifei, Yang Rui, Gu Shun, Li Dong, Zhang Tiande, are you alright? Respond immediately!" His voice was filled with panic as he shouted. Qin Feng remembered the tragedy of Operation Red Sea in his past life: two dead and one severely injured. He couldn't let that happen this time.
One second! Two seconds! Three seconds! Several seconds passed with no response. Qin Feng immediately jumped up and began scanning the surroundings, his heart pounding with dread as he searched for He Chenguang, Yang Rui, and the others, terrified of seeing a group of lifeless bodies.
As Qin Feng searched, a faint voice suddenly crackled through the communicator.
"Report, Boss, we are safe."
"I'm okay too."
"The pilot and I are fine."
Hearing He Chenguang and the others report their status, Qin Feng's tense heart relaxed slightly. After all, they were his team; he had to ensure their safe return. Before Qin Feng could ask further, another faint voice came through the communicator.
"Report, Yang Rui is safe."
"Gu Shun, safe."
"Li Dong, safe."
...
"I... Zhang Tiande, injured."
The last to report was Zhang Tiande, his voice incredibly weak. Hearing his voice, Qin Feng's expression changed drastically, and he roared, "Don't move! Get here immediately." Within seconds, everyone rushed towards the source of Zhang Tiande's voice.
When they saw Zhang Tiande's condition, they all gasped. Zhang Tiande was half-lying in a dirt pit. His left waist was bleeding profusely, a chunk of muscle torn away, revealing bone. "It's a shrapnel wound. Although serious, it's not critical. The key now is to stop the bleeding," Yang Rui exclaimed after kneeling to examine Zhang Tiande's wound. Stopping the bleeding was the most direct and effective solution, but there was no surgeon here, and with the flesh torn away, simple pressure wouldn't suffice. What could be done?