Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 899 Didn't you say you could drive?!

"Why hasn't it taken off yet!?"

Jiang Feng's shouts echoed from inside the cabin.

"There are more and more guards outside!"

"I see!"

Song Heping replied irritably.

Honestly, it's not that he didn't want to take off soon!

If I had wings, I would fly right now!
But this is not an ordinary Mi-17; it is a modified VIP version with many unfamiliar devices on the dashboard.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as his fingers moved rapidly across the control panel, recalling his brief two-week flight training in Colombia.

"Song! The guards have returned to defend. We can't hold out any longer; the casualties are too high! We're retreating now! Good luck to you!"

House seemingly endless rain.

At the crucial moment, bad news came through the earpiece.

Hassan informed Song Heping that they had withdrawn first.

"Holy crap! You guys just ran away like that?!"

Song Heping thought to himself that these guys were really unreliable.

They left without warning, without any prior notice.

"The French are here! We've lost many people! Sorry!"

Hassan fell silent after he finished speaking.

It's obvious that he's already started to run away.

The French have arrived?
This was no less than a bomb exploding inside the cabin.

Everyone on the channel heard this devastating news.

The Frenchman means an outsider.

Song Heping could guess with his toes what kind of orders these lawless people would receive.

If he couldn't stop himself from kidnapping Noel, the French would definitely kill him and shoot down the plane along with him.

This is beyond doubt.

Eliminating Noel would be the least costly option, since it would allow them to reinstate a puppet ruler.

But if Noel were kidnapped alive and then give his farewell speech, the situation would be entirely different.

The French will not accept that the puppet they have carefully nurtured will become a dagger pointed at them.

"Everyone, fasten your seatbelts!"

Song Heping shouted, forcing himself to speak, and at the same time reached out and pushed the main rotor start switch.

The helicopter began to shake violently, like an untamed wild horse.

Song Heping felt the resistance coming from the control lever, so he gritted his teeth and increased the throttle.

"They're regrouping!" Ferrari reported after observing through the porthole. "I estimate at least thirty men are charging towards us! There seem to be several vehicles coming from the main gate; they don't look like the guards!"

The helicopter wobbled as it lifted off the ground, but immediately tilted to one side, nearly crashing into the guardrail at the edge of the helipad.

Song Heping desperately pulled back the control stick, and the helicopter tilted sharply to the other side.

"Oh my god!"

Noel kept his eyes tightly shut, his lips trembling as he prayed.

Ferrari cautiously asked from the side, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"unnecessary……"

Song Heping's shirt was soaked with sweat as he stared intently at the altimeter, carefully adjusting the joystick and foot pedals.

It's not that he doesn't need it, it's that he simply doesn't know what to make Ferrari do right now.

Or rather, Ferrari is now more like a mascot.

Having someone sit next to you can at least have an encouraging effect.

It's better for someone who's never learned to fly a helicopter not to help than to help...

Finally, after much struggle, the helicopter swayed erratically in the air like a drunkard, but managed to gradually climb up with difficulty.

"They're firing at us!"

Collins suddenly started yelling.

Song Heping saw from the side window that several members of the extrajudicial army were already firing their guns at them.

Fortunately, the Mi-17's fuselage still has some protective capabilities, and this helicopter is a customized version with bulletproof treatment, so ordinary FAMAS assault rifles cannot penetrate the fuselage at all.

He sensed danger, and sweat poured down his face.

No one knows what weapon the other side will use to attack them next.

If it were a large-caliber machine gun or a missile, then we'd be doomed.

There was no time to think. Song Heping instinctively pushed the control lever hard and pressed the foot pedal at the same time.

The helicopter began to climb rapidly.

The outlaw soldiers on the ground also realized that the aircraft's bulletproof performance was beyond their expectations.

A lieutenant yelled, "Get an anti-tank missile! They're trying to escape!!"

"Lieutenant, we didn't bring that thing!"

His subordinates quickly responded.

"Damn it! Didn't you have some in your vehicle?!" The lieutenant looked around, then at the sky.

The helicopter was already about fifty meters off the ground, and it was swaying and turning its nose to adjust its direction.

Song Heping was, after all, a novice.

An experienced driver would have already flown away.

He was still dawdling, trying his best to control the helicopter to turn around according to the safest but slowest procedure, based on the little he had learned before...

"That's too late!"

In a moment of quick thinking, the lieutenant rushed over, snatched the RPG rocket launcher from one of the Sena government soldiers, pulled up the iron sights, and began aiming at the helicopter...

If you aim accurately, an RPG rocket can take down a helicopter!

"Fuck me!"

On the plane, Jiang Feng shouted again.

"RPG!"

Upon hearing this, Song Heping had no time to check the situation on the ground.

Rockets have been used to destroy helicopters, and there are many successful precedents for this in the magical land of Africa.

call out--

On the ground, an RPG rocket launcher rose up, trailing a fiery tail as it hurtled toward the Mi-17 helicopter in the air.

Song Heping yanked the control lever and slammed his foot on the steering pedal.

This time, he no longer cared about flight parameters.

Avoiding a fatal blow is more important than anything else!

The helicopter emitted a shrill roar, its propellers were pushed to maximum speed, and the fuselage tilted sharply, turning at an almost impossible angle. Rockets whizzed past the rotor blades and exploded in the air not far away.

The shockwave caused the helicopter to shake violently, and the alarm sounded shrilly.

"This instrument is alarming! What is it?!"

Ferrari stared at the dashboard and shouted at Song Heping.

He couldn't understand the mannerisms of those damned Russians at all.

"The engine is overheating. I pressed the accelerator too hard..."

Song Heping quickly adjusted the power distribution and reduced the engine throttle.

The helicopter shook violently again, but finally managed to stabilize.

"Squad leader! We have to get out of here right away!" Jiang Feng said nervously.

Song Heping nodded, pushed the control stick to tilt the helicopter forward, and carefully increased the altitude at the same time.

The city shrank rapidly below them, and the presidential palace became the size of a toy model.

Suddenly, multiple warning lights on the dashboard lit up at the same time.

"Hydraulic system malfunction!" Ferrari exclaimed again, having finally understood the readings on the instrument panel.

The helicopter, already more than 500 meters above the ground, immediately lost its balance and began to spin and fall.

Song Heping's heart was pounding in his chest. He frantically slammed on the rudder and pulled back the collective pitch lever with all his might.

"Height 500 meters, 400 meters, 300 meters."

Ferrari nervously reported the altitude.

"What the hell did you buy?!"

Inside the cabin, Jiang Feng grabbed Noel by the collar and slammed him hard against the seat back, venting his emotions.

The ground was closing in on them at a terrifying speed.

Song Heping's muscles trembled from excessive exertion, and sweat blurred his vision.

At this critical moment, he suddenly pushed the throttle to the maximum and pulled up the engine.

The helicopter's descent speed has slowed, but it is still falling.

200 meters. 150 meters. 100 meters.
"We're going to crash!" Ferrari screamed, clutching his head.

When the plane was less than 50 meters from the ground, the feeling of falling suddenly disappeared.

Everyone was stunned.

Then Ferrari burst into laughter: "It's stable! It's not going down anymore!"

Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the instrument readings and saw that the rotor had regained enough lift. The helicopter, like a wounded bird, wobbled and climbed back up.

"We...we're not dead?"

Sitting in the cabin, Jiang Feng asked in disbelief, reaching up to wipe his forehead—it was soaked with water…

Song Heping did not answer; all his attention was focused on controlling the damaged helicopter.

After everything that had just happened, he seemed to have gained some understanding of the aircraft.

After carefully adjusting the course, he steered the Mi-17 toward the designated evacuation point.

After flying for some distance, Noel suddenly spoke.

He roared at Song Heping in the cockpit, his voice hoarse with fear: "What exactly do you want?!"

Song Heping glanced back into the cabin, then turned back to continue piloting the plane, raising only one hand in a gesture of counting money.

"Money!"

(End of this chapter)