Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 712: The Chase in the Arish Desert (2)

From the sky came the low-pitched roar of bombers passing through the clouds.

The sky in the northwest turned ochre red, and a hundred-meter-high wall of dust was advancing at a speed of eighty kilometers per hour.

At this time, the Mossad attack team on the "Black Hawk" helicopter also saw the "sand wall" in the distance.

"There's a sandstorm ahead, we can't go any further."

"Just a little bit closer!"

The team leader, Yager, was standing behind the pilot. He was unwilling to give up the pursuit.

Turning the machine head at this time is equivalent to doing nothing.

It would take some more effort to search for Song Heping afterwards. By then, this guy might have walked out of the El Arish Desert and reached the area near the Suez Canal.

It is a major shipping area in Egypt and also a place where the military is heavily deployed. To blatantly drive a helicopter there to kill people must be truly crazy.

Previously, they had been flying low to avoid the Egyptian army's radar surveillance, but now considering the fuel consumption, they can no longer pursue the enemy like this, otherwise they will run out of fuel for the return flight.

"Fly over there and we'll rappel down! You leave immediately!"

"Oh my God! You're crazy, Commander!"

The pilot was already sweating profusely.

He is not from Mossad, but an elite pilot seconded from the Air Force.

But risking their lives like this is not their style.

Everyone knows that the people in Mossad are all crazy, but I am not one of them!
"quick!"

Yager suddenly pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the pilot's forehead.

"Are you crazy! Major?!"

The pilot screamed.

Yager's eyes were red at this point, and he shouted frantically: "Fly over! Catch up! Let us get down!"

"You can go down now!"

“It’s too far!”

"If you shoot, everyone will die!"

"Compared to completing the mission, death is nothing!"

"Major, you are a psychopath!"

"Anyone who can be a Mossad officer is not a normal person!"

The pilot finally gave in.

Because he felt that he could not communicate or reason with an abnormal human being.

That would be hard on yourself.

Judging from the state of this madman, he must have already gone insane. If you provoke him, he will really shoot you in the head...

"Okay, I'll fly!"

The pilot lightly stepped on the accelerator and manipulated the control stick to increase the speed of the Black Hawk helicopter in order to fly to the location designated by Yager as soon as possible for them to land.

Yager turned and walked into the cabin, yelling at the commando manning the machine gun next to the control cabin: "Shoot! Kill them!"

"The wind and sand are strong! My aim is bad, I need to get closer..."

"Get out of here you idiot!"

Yager pushed the machine gunner away and went into battle himself.

Yellow sand appeared outside and the vision became blurred.

It was about a thousand meters away from Song Heping.

It is indeed impossible to hit the target accurately at this distance.

But Jacob didn't care.

When he saw Song Heping, he felt like he was seeing the murderer of his father.

The guy who added the most shameful thing to his command resume was a kilometer away.

He wished he could tear this guy to pieces with his large-caliber machine gun!

sizzle--

The motor of the Gatling machine gun beside the cabin began to rotate, and bullets spurted out of the barrel like raindrops, shooting like a line of fire at Song Heping and others who were running forward.

Ahead, gullies and dunes crisscrossed the landscape. "The sandstorm's front is less than thirty minutes away!"

Antonov's voice was torn apart by the wind.

Puff puff puff——

Puff puff puff——

About ten to twenty meters away from the few people, yellow dust was flying.

That was the splash caused by bullets hitting the sand densely.

Jiang Feng was quite weak just now, but now, driven by his desire to survive, he also started running.

Song Heping yelled to Antonov, "Carry her with me and run!"

The two men immediately lifted Sarah up, one on each side, like a scarecrow.

Now is the time to escape.

The helicopter is very fast. If we don't run faster, we will enter the shooting control range of their machine guns beside the cabin, and then we may really become a hornet's nest.

The sand particles in the wind became more and more numerous and denser, and began to hit everyone's face like shotgun shells, making it impossible to open their eyes.

"It's too late to get into the house, jump into the riverbed!"

Song Heping pointed to the nearest ravine ahead.

That is a dry riverbed.

The distance is only twenty meters.

The sandstorm had arrived, and it was still about a hundred meters away from the dilapidated building. It was too late.

There is a sandstorm in front and a Black Hawk helicopter and Gatling gun behind.

Hesitation for even a second would mean death.

Several people risked their lives and ran to the edge of the ravine as fast as they could and jumped in.

The dry riverbed is about three or four meters deep, and underneath is soft sand that has accumulated over the years.

Sarah screamed after she landed.

The impact caused her wound to hurt again.

But now was no longer the time to show mercy to the lady. Song Heping ignored her injuries, lifted her up again, rushed to the edge of the riverbed and tried to hide in the recess next to the weathered rock wall.

Several people quickly covered their mouths and noses with scarves, then curled up into a ball, sticking tightly to the rock wall, trying to squeeze into the groove as much as possible.

In the distance, the pupils of the pilot of the leading helicopter began to shrink.

"Hover, rappel!"

Finally, the shouts of that crazy Major Yager were heard.

He immediately hovered the helicopter at a height of ten meters.

The ropes were thrown out, and the Mossad commandos were as agile as monkeys. They descended from one plane and four people at the fastest speed.

But just when they were halfway down, a sandstorm arrived.

A Black Hawk helicopter in front was instantly swallowed by the yellow sand wall...

The pilot saw a dim yellow on the windshield and his vision was completely lost. He subconsciously pulled the stick, trying to raise the helicopter's altitude to avoid the collision.

However, this pull-up cost the lives of the Mossad commandos who were rappelling.

The sandstorm and the sudden rise of the helicopter caused several rappelling team members to lose their balance in the air and their ropes fell off.

"what--"

Screams were heard as someone plummeted from seven or eight meters in the air to the ground...

Then, a warning buzzer sounded and a red light flashed on the instrument panel inside the Black Hawk helicopter.

Various meters on the instrument were jumping, indicating that the flight attitude was abnormal and the engine speed was decreasing.

"Sand has entered the engine! I need to shut it down..."

Before he could finish his words, the two Black Hawk helicopters began to shake like drunks, and finally lost control and crashed to the ground with a bang.

There was an unlucky Mossad commando on the ground who hadn't had time to run away yet. Some of them had just been thrown out and fell to the ground, injured and unable to move...

They could only watch as the huge Black Hawk helicopter fell from the sky and hit them.

The propeller sliced ​​through the bodies of some members, severing thighs, arms, and even waists. Blood and flesh splattered in the yellow sand, and the screams were more shrill than the devils in hell being frying in oil...

(End of this chapter)