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Chapter 86 Anti-aircraft guns laid flat

When the bombing order from the operations director was transmitted to the helicopter via an encrypted communication channel, Black Hawk combat team leader Andrei was leaning over the cockpit window, staring at the explosion site below.

Ping'an Town is not large, and the roar of an anti-tank mine explosion, which creates a violent shockwave in the valley within a 2-kilometer radius, is not much different from an explosion that is right next to your ear.

Fragments of the bombed armed Humvee billowed into the sky amidst smoke and dust. Even the sound of the helicopter's rotor blades churning the air could not mask the horrific atmosphere brought about by the explosion.

The battle-hardened Andrei's pupils constricted sharply, and the hairs on his forearms stood on end. Completely disregarding his superior's order to attack, he abruptly turned and roared at the pilot, "Quick, emergency climb! We're too low!"

"Yes, sir!"

The pilot was a veteran who had flown helicopters in Afghanistan for eight years. He didn't need much prompting; almost instinctively, he pushed the control stick all the way up. The Black Hawk's engine instantly emitted a deeper, more powerful roar, and the fuselage rapidly climbed with the operation.

But that wasn't all. The pilot and co-pilot were on tenterhooks, ready to launch decoy flares at any moment in the event of an incoming missile attack.

Throughout the entire process, everyone was extremely tense, their nerves stretched to the limit.

no way!

If an anti-tank mine can blow an armed, bulletproof Humvee to pieces—not just destroy it, but shatter it into pieces—how could there not be other methods?

For example, dealing with aerial threats.

If the enemy thought of using anti-tank mines against Humvees, how could they not have thought of helicopters making low-altitude infiltrations?

Even without anti-aircraft missiles, there will be RPGs. This total firepower per soldier is absolutely sufficient to deal with low-altitude self-propelled targets.

Numerous real-world examples of helicopters being shot down show that hovering at low altitudes is indeed a target when facing certain individual heavy firepower!

And they're sitting ducks!

The helicopter quickly ascended until it was completely beyond the altitude range of heavy firepower like RPG rocket launchers, at which point everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This includes the eight elite combat personnel who were originally preparing to rappel down inside the aircraft.

Even the driver's voice, tinged with relief, carried a hint of excitement: "Report, rapid ascent of 300 meters complete, over!"

Andrei had wiped away cold sweat countless times. Although he still looked at the ground warily, he knew that at this height he had escaped the threat of ordinary individual heavy firepower, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially for heavy weapons like the RPG rocket launcher, it is quite difficult to engage aerial targets, let alone targets more than 300 meters away.

Having a distance or height of 300 meters can help avoid many fatal risks.

Therefore, when a helicopter senses danger, it is best to climb quickly.

The biggest fear is man-portable air defense missiles. But if there really are man-portable air defense missiles, helicopters can't outrun them no matter how fast they run. They can only use decoy flares to withstand the attack!

Therefore, the current rapid ascent of 300 meters is enough. Feeling that he had finally come back to life, Andrei breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then quickly issued combat orders.

"Search for enemy buildings. Our orders from the operations manager are to destroy all the buildings!"

"Get those bedbugs out of these dilapidated wooden huts. If they don't come out, let them be blown up along with these huts."

"yes!"

The Black Hawk helicopter pilot and co-pilot responded simultaneously.

The rocket pods mounted on the helicopter were powered on, and the two pods, each carrying 15 .70-caliber rockets, began to aim at the dilapidated wooden building below.

Just as the rocket launch site was preparing to fire, the pilot and co-pilot were aiming and ready to fire when the helicopter's instrument panel suddenly exploded!

With three loud bangs, several jagged breaches quickly tore through the helicopter's cockpit defenses, as if it had been hit by a series of small-caliber artillery shells.

Although the driver and co-pilot were not directly hit by the shells, they were also covered in shrapnel from the flying metal fragments from the cockpit control panel. Blood gushed out from the numerous shrapnel wounds, and it seemed that the two of them would not survive.

"It's over————"

Witnessing all this, Andrei's eyes widened in terror, and he muttered incoherently; fear instantly overwhelmed all his reason.

The shattered cockpit of the helicopter undoubtedly indicates the power of a 30-40mm anti-aircraft gun.

What's puzzling is that the cannon shot pierced through the helicopter's cockpit, yet the warhead didn't explode.

But the helicopter cockpit was blown up, and the giant dragonfly, like an out-of-control autumn leaf, tumbled down through the air.

The loud crash of the helicopter hitting the ground and the raging fire startled the ground operations team, who were about to get out of the vehicle to check the minefield to see if there was any possibility of a foot assault.

Bob was stunned!

His pupils constricted in that instant, his face filled with disbelief: "Supervisor, where would the Easterners get anti-aircraft firepower? That sound was definitely from a small-caliber anti-aircraft gun!"

The operations supervisor's face turned ashen as he looked toward the spot where the continuous anti-aircraft gun fire had just occurred, only to find no one there, no guns, just a silent wooden building.

It was quiet, like a ghost valley.

The silence at that moment terrified the operations supervisor, and cold sweat quickly soaked his entire back.

Looking up, the entire Ping'an Town was empty except for the old wooden houses; there wasn't a single person in sight.

Not to mention the small-caliber anti-aircraft gun that just shot down a Black Hawk helicopter!

There were no artillery pieces, no artillery operators in sight, and no trace of fire or smoke from firing.

The entire town of Ping'an was eerily quiet at this moment, desolate, old, and full of jagged stones, except for a dozen or so dilapidated old houses.

What to do next?

At that moment, the operations manager felt a flicker of relief, but mostly a sense of gravity.

This time, he was careless.

They originally thought that the grenade launchers and 12.7mm M2 heavy machine guns mounted on their Humvees would be enough to suppress this small town, which was less than two kilometers long and wide.

Once the valley entrance is breached, vehicle-mounted heavy firepower can cover the entire area and control the battle.

No one expected that the seemingly defenseless, dilapidated, and impoverished town of Ping'an would harbor such a deadly heavy firepower ambush.

After a brief moment of shock, the operations supervisor, snapping out of his reverie, showed no reluctance or hesitation. He roared out the retreat order decisively: "The vehicle in front becomes the vehicle behind, all personnel provide cover! The vehicle behind becomes the vehicle in front, full speed retreat!"

The order to withdraw was given decisively!

Because I was scared!

They had no choice but to be afraid, because there were anti-aircraft guns in Ping'an Town. If those things could shoot down Black Hawks, they could shoot down Humvees.

There is a proverb in the world.

"Put the anti-aircraft guns down, court-martial!"