Farming Life Starting in Africa

But it was all too late.

The Hongying-6 missile accurately struck the rear section of the helicopter's fuselage, causing a violent explosion. A dazzling orange-yellow fireball instantly rose from the tail, followed by billowing black smoke that enveloped half of the fuselage.

The internal tail drive shaft was instantly severed by the explosion, the tail rotor became completely ineffective, and the helicopter instantly lost its balance, spinning rapidly in the air and plummeting wildly, completely entering an uncontrollable spiral state.

The remaining fuel in the fuselage was ignited by the high temperature of the explosion, and the flames spread along the rear of the fuselage all the way to the rotor base.

In just a few seconds, the armed helicopter, trailing billows of smoke and fire, crashed heavily onto the desert ground. Upon impact, the fuel exploded, sending a massive burst of flames skyward, rendering the entire aircraft a total loss.

Another MD-530 Defender witnessed its companion being shot down in an instant. The pilot panicked completely and dared not continue the attack. He immediately pulled the control stick sharply, rapidly increased the altitude, turned around and fled at full speed, never daring to get any closer.

They thought that after shooting down the helicopter and intimidating everyone, the pursuing troops would completely back down and give up the chase.

Unexpectedly, these drug dealers were truly desperate criminals, already high on their minds, like they were on drugs. Instead of backing down, they stepped on the gas and accelerated like madmen, chasing after the armored vehicle.

But by this time, the Paramount Marauder had picked up speed completely, its high-horsepower engine roaring incessantly. On the soft, bumpy desert road, its passability and stability far exceeded those of ordinary civilian pickup trucks and off-road vehicles.

The pursuers behind could barely maintain a distance from the vehicle, and were unable to close the gap again for a close chase.

However, the road surface was not entirely flat. Occasionally, there were potholes and steep slopes that required the armored vehicles to slow down and pass through. Over time, the distance between the two sides was gradually reduced.

When the pursuing troops were only about 900 meters away from the armored vehicle, Guan Yuming suddenly saw several thin white smoke streaking through the air on the weapon screen—another RPG rocket!

But looking at the trajectory of the ballistic missile, Guan Yuming was speechless.

These drug dealers are just messing around! Although the RPG-7's maximum range is said to be around 1,000 meters, it is already at its limit at 900 meters, with severe bullet drop and extremely poor stability.

Sure enough, the rockets flew to the mound a few dozen meters away from the armored vehicle and exploded prematurely, kicking up clouds of dust. They didn't even touch the armored vehicle, a complete waste of effort.

Guan Yuming immediately adjusted his gun and began firing precise bursts at the pursuing troops behind him.

Even as vehicles were repeatedly blown up, disabled, or caught fire, these desperate criminals remained fearless, with follow-up vehicles immediately moving in to fill the gaps and relentlessly pursuing them.

Rosen grew utterly impatient and was too lazy to waste any more energy on arguing with them.

He opened the rear hatch and, taking advantage of the stable speed, scattered handfuls of the remaining triangular nails from the bottom of the trunk onto the road. The dense array of nails covered the entire lane, creating a veritable deadly road trap.

This trick has an immediate effect.

The pursuing vehicles were hit one after another, their tires quickly deflating and bursting, causing them to lose control and stop in the middle of the road, completely blocking the route of the pursuers.

Rosen looked at the convoy behind him, now completely chaotic and at a standstill, and finally showed a satisfied expression.

The other observant people in the car also silently noted down the remarkable effectiveness of this trick, and secretly resolved that they must always carry triangular nails when they go out in the future. This thing is a godsend for stopping losses and escaping without having to engage in gunfights or take risks.

Some of the clever pursuers tried to detour and infiltrate, but they created distance and posed no threat whatsoever, so the others stopped paying them any attention.

Guided by Alejandro's precise directions, the armored vehicle sped eastward, and soon the entrance to a hidden tunnel nestled in the mountains came into view.

Hu Feng looked at the opening and scratched his head, looking troubled. "This opening looks a bit narrow. Our car is so big, will we be able to get through?"

Rosen peered into the tunnel entrance and said casually, "It's because the car is too big, not because the tunnel is too narrow."

Alejandro patiently explained, "Don't worry, it'll pass. There'll just be a lot of scratches and wear on the car body, but it won't affect traffic."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go in!"

The armored vehicle made slight adjustments to its posture and slowed down before entering the dark tunnel.

About two hundred meters into the tunnel, Rosen simply scattered all the remaining triangular nails from the box onto the road surface in the middle of the tunnel.

Now, no matter how many pursuers there are or how frantic they are, no one will be able to catch up in a short time, completely cutting off their escape route.

If it weren't for the large number of people, and if Rosen had donated a roll of steel to the tunnel, it would be practically abandoned.

The tunnel was dark and damp, with poor ventilation, and the air was filled with dust and the smell of stale exhaust fumes.

The drive in was smooth, but the Gatling gun on the roof of the car suffered a lot.

The tunnel ceiling was uneven, and loose rocks and clods of earth were constantly falling from the machine gun, creating a series of crisp impact sounds.

After driving a few hundred meters, the weapon screen in front of Guan Yuming suddenly went black and disconnected, and the control system completely lost contact. Obviously, the bumps and vibrations along the way had damaged the weapon station's wiring and equipment, and this powerful weapon was temporarily out of service.

As you go deeper, the originally narrow tunnel suddenly opens up, and the interior space becomes much more spacious.

But just as everyone relaxed, their hearts tightened again.

Abandoned vehicles can be seen everywhere on the tunnel surface, some of which are charred and still emitting wisps of smoke, indicating that they have just been burned.

Some vehicles crashed sideways into the rock face, completely totaled and blocking the road, clearly indicating that there had been a violent conflict or a high-speed accident.

"Why are there so many abandoned cars here? Are people racing and fighting in this tunnel?" Fu Longsheng wondered in a low voice, and the atmosphere instantly became strange and tense.

Everyone instantly became alert, gripping their weapons tightly and scanning the sides and front of the tunnel with wary eyes, fearing an ambush.

Fortunately, the entire journey to the tunnel exit was smooth sailing, without any unexpected ambushes.

As the armored vehicle emerged from the dark tunnel, it was once again greeted by the blinding sunlight, and its field of vision instantly opened up.

But when everyone looked up, the scene outside the tunnel exit stunned them all.

On the open ground at the exit, three cars were completely wrecked. The scene of the chain-reaction car accident was extremely horrific, with deformed car bodies and glass shards scattered all over the ground.

Rosen looked closely and instantly recognized several familiar figures.

Between the two cars, a man was lying on the hood, sleeping with red drool dripping from his mouth. Judging from his face, it was Phoenix, one of Braga's men.

Not far away, Tang and Brian were resting against the wrecked car, while another guy, with his hands tied behind his back, lay on the ground in a sorry state. It was none other than the drug lord Braga.

These are all acquaintances!

The people on the bus only glanced at it briefly, without lingering at all.

The armored vehicle roared past, covered in gunpowder smoke and dents, speeding away and leaving this troublesome place behind.