Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 269 Give You a Rocket

Chapter 269 Give You a Rocket
Towards La Tagua, 400 meters above sea level.

Two Colombian National Army Black Hawk helicopters flew over the edge of the jungle.

In the cabin of each helicopter sat a reconnaissance team from the 9st Battalion of the th Leticia Jungle Brigade, each with members.

Lieutenant Louis, the captain of the reconnaissance team, squatted beside the cabin and searched the jungle below with a telescope. Next to him was the machine gunner, who was operating the M240 machine gun and watching the surrounding situation.

Just now, the 26th Brigade received an order saying that a fierce battle seemed to have broken out near Latagua, close to the border river. The explosions were so loud that they could be heard more than ten kilometers away.

According to the coordinate analysis, that is the territory of the AUC armed forces.

The AUC armed forces have several barracks nearby, and the Colombian government forces have always kept to themselves.

In a sense, the ELN and FARC armed forces are the real enemies of the government forces. This involves some factors of position. The AUC armed forces and the government forces have similar classes to protect, so they are more like mortal enemies to the ELN and FARC armed forces.

Therefore, the Colombian government forces have not spent much effort to encircle and suppress the AUC armed forces. Most of the time, they have turned a blind eye to their actions and allowed them to fight with the other two major armed forces.

However, this time, the superiors asked the 26th Jungle Brigade to send a reconnaissance team to the scene to see what happened.

If a fight breaks out between the ELN and AUC armed forces, just pretend you saw nothing.

If other situations are discovered, the reconnaissance team can report the situation and then deal with it flexibly.

Because this area is a jungle close to the border, drug trafficking groups' transport teams will also pass through here to enter Ecuador, and then go out to sea from Ecuadorian ports and transport them to the United States by submarines or ships.

The Colombian government forces may not care about how the armed factions fight each other, but they will intervene in the affairs of drug trafficking gangs.

After all, the Colombian government also receives some US aid every year. Although no one is willing to fight drug trafficking gangs to the death, there must be some results to report.

Louis looked at the ground through the telescope, and soon he was attracted by a truck driving on the dirt road.

This is a truck that the locals call "Chiva". It is very common and has a load capacity of about 5 tons.

Normally this type of truck would not attract attention, but this truck is different from the common ones. It is covered with a tarpaulin, so tightly that nothing can be seen.

Experienced Lieutenant Louis felt something was wrong with the car.

Could it be a drug transport truck?

Is the exchange of fire also caused by the conflict between drug trafficking gangs and armed groups?

The situation here is quite complicated.

Armed groups do everything, including colluding with drug cartels and kidnapping, but sometimes they also clash with unfamiliar gangs.

This kind of thing is common, especially in border areas.

"Go down and look at that car!"

Lieutenant Louis gave instructions to the driver.

Soon, the two helicopters, one in front and one behind, began to lower their altitude in combat formation and flew towards the moving Chiva truck.

On the dirt road, in the cabin of a Chiva truck, a pair of eyes were watching the every move of the two helicopters in the air through the gaps in the tarpaulin.

Seeing the helicopter begin to lower its altitude, the cook retracted his head, bent over and walked quickly to the back of the cab, then reached out and knocked on the rear window of the cab.

"They're coming down. They probably discovered us!"

The cook's face was ashen, with a serious expression as if he was facing a powerful enemy.

Song Heping opened the rear window and said to the cook, "Look for the right opportunity to blow it up. We'll get off the car in one kilometer to the edge of the jungle."

"it is good!"

The cook didn't waste any words. He turned back to the carriage and said to White Bear, "There's still an M72 rocket launcher, right?!"

"There's one more!"

In the bumpy carriage, amid the noisy clanging sounds, White Bear pointed at the disaster star.

Disaster Star took out the only remaining M72 rocket launcher.

He and White Bear each had one.

But I used one tube before at K1 camp.

This is the only one left.

The cook pointed in the sky and shouted, "White Bear, get ready! When the tarpaulin opens, you're going to shoot down one of the helicopters!"

White Bear asked, "Where's the other one!?"

The cook said, "Don't think about it! We're only a kilometer away from the drop-off point. Gray Wolf and Sang will control their positions. After the fight, everyone should immediately suppress the other helicopter. While they're hiding, we'll escape!"

Bai Xiong knew in his heart that the drop-off point was about five kilometers away from the boarding point at the river.

If they cannot get rid of the helicopter, it will be difficult for the group to reach the evacuation point safely.

But it seems that it is not his turn to think about too many problems now.

That's what the battlefield is like.

Sometimes you just have to take things one step at a time.

It’s better to surrender than to think too much.

Don't surrender, just do it.

"Row!"

He turned and walked to the side of the disaster star, took off the M72 rocket launcher tied to the backpack on his back, then checked it, opened the safety, and prepared to shoot.

The cook walked to the area near the cab, loosened the ropes that tied the front half of the tarpaulin, and held it in his hand.

Now, as long as you pull it, a section of the tarpaulin will be lifted off.

He turned around and said to everyone, "If you don't want to be roasted suckling pig, squat to the left!"

Then he pointed to the right and said to White Bear, "Shoot on the right!"

"no problem!"

White Bear walked to the left and squatted, shouldering the M72 rocket launcher, ready to fire at any time.

The two helicopters flew lower and lower, and soon they had descended to a height of more than ten meters.

"Team B, stop them!"

On the Black Hawk helicopter where Group A was located, Lieutenant Louis issued orders to another helicopter via radio.

The Black Hawk helicopter where Team B was located tilted its nose, accelerated suddenly, and rushed in front of the Chiva truck. Just as the pilot was about to turn the nose of the helicopter across the road to block the truck, he heard the people in the cabin screaming, "Watch out!"

The pilot immediately stopped the descent and pulled out the control stick.

At this moment, the Chiva truck whizzed past under the belly of the plane.

The roof of the car and the helicopter are less than 4 meters apart.

This distance is already very dangerous.

Lieutenant Louis on another helicopter saw this and immediately ordered his machine gunner: "Fire warning shots at the truck!"

Warning shots are usually not meant to kill the other person, but to warn the other person not to act rashly and to obey orders.

The machine gunner turned the M240 machine gun and fired a burst of fire at a position about ten meters in front of the truck.

Da da da da da————

In the cab, Gray Wolf saw a string of mud splashing on the ground not far ahead and quickly turned the steering wheel.

The truck rushed into the grass beside the dirt road like a drunk, rushed in the grass for more than ten meters, and then staggered back to the dirt road.

The people in the carriage swayed from side to side as if they were sitting in a rocking chair.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, and all the guns were ready to fire, ready for a gunfight at any time.

The two hostages are not ordinary people in front of ordinary people, but in front of these desperate mercenaries, they are simply weaklings.

Ivan's face was as white as Siberian snow.

Tarpaulins have no bulletproof capabilities at all.

If the machine gun on the helicopter fired a burst of bullets at the carriage, there would definitely be a few more bodies here.

He felt his throat was extremely dry and tried desperately to secrete some saliva to moisten it. After trying for a long time, he found that it was in vain. Fear had made it impossible for him to secrete any saliva.

Silas was a South American with a bronze complexion that didn't look pale, but his eyes were like a mouse being stared at by a cat, with an indescribable fear in them.

"Team B, make one more attempt to intercept. If they dare to break through again, shoot."

"Okay, Lieutenant!"

Group B responded quickly.

The Black Hawk helicopter nodded its nose again and quickly overtook the truck.

The Air Force is the Air Force, and its speed and battlefield advantages are overwhelming.

A lonely truck is like a turtle in a jar.

This is why Lieutenant Louis is so calm.

Of course, if he knew what kind of desperate criminals were hiding in the truck, he would definitely not dare to intercept them. Instead, he would choose to shoot them directly and smash the truck into pieces for safety.

The Black Hawk helicopter landed again about fifty meters in front of the truck and successfully positioned itself across the road.

The driver is showing off his skills.

He deliberately flew the helicopter only five meters above the ground.

At this height, the truck cannot hit the helicopter, but the machine gunner in the cabin can directly shoot at the truck cab.

The machine gunner's gun was aimed at the Chiva truck.

He stared at the cab and the person behind the windshield.

"Stupid, it's so big..."

Before he could finish his contempt, suddenly, several bullet holes appeared on the windshield of the cab.

The other reconnaissance team members in the cabin actually did not hear the gunshot.

After all, the propeller's airflow is too loud.

When the machine gunner fell on his back, the other reconnaissance team members in the cabin had no idea what was happening.

At that moment, the Chiva truck's tarpaulin suddenly flew up and was thrown off by the truck, just like a person taking off his clothes and throwing them into the air while sprinting.

White Bear stood up carrying the M72 rocket launcher.

Someone in Group B's Black Hawk helicopter that was blocking the middle of the road finally reacted.

"Bazooka!"

The truck and the helicopter were only about 25 meters apart at this time.

The pilot hurriedly pulled the joystick and stepped on the balance pedal at the same time, trying to quickly pull up the helicopter.

But it's too late...

call out--

A rocket flew out of the M72's tube, trailing a trail of white smoke and heading towards the fleeing Black Hawk helicopter.

"what--"

"Pull up!"

boom--

Amidst panicked screams, the helicopter exploded into a fireball in the air.