Farming Life Starting in Africa

Although everyone miraculously survives by falling into the water, Rosen has absolutely no desire to experience the extreme weightlessness and the agonizing experience of a high-altitude descent firsthand.

At the critical moment, Rosen reached out and grabbed Parker, saying with certainty and confidence, "Hey! Man, my marksmanship is definitely much better than yours. Leave this to me!"

Parker, looking puzzled, stopped what he was doing and scrutinized him with a hint of caution: "Which unit are you from? Why are you so confident in your marksmanship?"

"Delta." Rosen made up an identity without even blinking. Did they think they could find out the truth about his identity on this tank that was flying in the sky?

Upon hearing the name Delta Force, the members of the A-Team instantly put aside all their doubts.

As the U.S. military's top special forces unit, Delta Force's members have impeccable marksmanship and combat capabilities, making them completely trustworthy.

More importantly, Lawson wasn't just pretending to be a big shot and bragging.

His marksmanship was already quite good. After being honed in many actual combat battles, coupled with his rich experience in operating various machine guns, he had already quietly unlocked a talent for machine gun mastery. Controlling this M2HB heavy machine gun was a piece of cake for him.

Without another word, Rosen opened the hatch, and the fierce high-altitude winds rushed in, making his clothes flutter loudly.

He leaned half his body out of the turret, firmly gripped the gun with one hand, and deftly pulled the bolt, a crisp mechanical sound ringing out as he cocked the heavy machine gun.

Rosen quickly adjusted the angle of his gun, his eyes fixed on an MQ-9 Reaper drone hurtling towards him at high speed in the distance, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Da da da da da—!

A sudden burst of violent and dense gunfire rang out, sounding particularly jarring high in the sky.

Compared to the deafening gunshots, the howling wind was even more powerful, almost drowning out all other sounds.

Rosen only needed to aim slightly, and with his extensive combat experience, he accurately predicted the drone's flight trajectory and locked in its flight deviation in advance.

In less than five seconds, a barrage of bullets struck the drone's tail-end power compartment, causing the drone to instantly lose control, start smoking, and spin rapidly downwards, completely losing its threat.

Seeing the situation was not good, the remaining MQ-9 Reaper drone instantly sensed the threat of the suspended tank's counterattack. It immediately abandoned the head-on confrontation, suddenly lowered its altitude, and skillfully circled around to the side of the tank, wedging itself into the blind spot of the main gun and machine gun, thus avoiding the machine gun fire.

Clearly, the drone intended to adjust its attitude, cut into the tank's weakest point at the bottom, launch missiles to penetrate the armor, and wipe out the entire tank and everyone inside in one fell swoop.

In the flight control room, the atmosphere was so tense it was about to explode.

Kalissa Sosa of the Ministry of Defense stared at the unfamiliar figure that suddenly appeared on the screen as a turret appeared, completely stunned, her face filled with disbelief.

Where were Parker and Hannibal, whom she had imagined? They hadn't shown up at all. Instead, a strange person in a US military uniform appeared. She felt that things were about to get complicated.

Staring at Rosen's swift counterattack on the screen, Sosa spoke rapidly, "Who is this guy?! When did he sneak into that damned C130?! Stop the drones firing! I want them alive! Those guys are serious criminals in the Department of Defense; if we keep fighting and they all die, who will be responsible?"

However, battlefield authority is not something she can decide right now.

The actual control of these Reaper drones is firmly in the hands of Bartholomew, the commander of Joint Base Andrews.

This morning, they discovered that the base's armory had been mostly emptied, an Apache helicopter had vanished into thin air, and all the light weapons had been taken.

Just as she was in a state of panic, preparing to initiate control measures and thoroughly investigate and hold those responsible accountable, her subordinates rushed to report more bad news: a C-130 Hercules carrying Black Hawk helicopters and tanks forcibly took off from the airport, and on its way out, it smashed the cockpit canopies of all the fighter jets on the tarmac.

Bartholomew collapsed into his chair, completely devastated.

It's obvious that after such a huge blunder, Bartholomew will most likely spend the rest of his life in prison eating cornbread.

Driven by a "what's the worst that could happen?" mentality, she gritted her teeth and ordered, "Launch the Reaper drones to track that C-130 and force it to land at a nearby airport!"

When the two drones successfully locked onto their targets, the Department of Defense intervened, and she knew she was in trouble! Moreover, the Department of Defense demanded that the group be kept alive and not killed.

At that moment, all the pent-up frustration and anger completely overwhelmed her reason.

She sneered, her voice filled with resentment: "Capture them alive? What a pipe dream! Just capture them already cooked!"

Bartholomew was furious. She defied the Department of Defense's orders and forced the C130 transport plane to be shot down.

But who could have predicted that after the plane exploded in mid-air, those few people were incredibly lucky and actually managed to survive by crawling into the airdropped M8 tank.

Looking at Rosen on the screen, who had instantly destroyed the drone, Bartholomew's eyes turned sinister. He stared intently at the screenshot and gritted his teeth, saying, "Get this guy's information! This scapegoat must be shifted! No matter which department he belongs to, I'll make sure the forces behind him pay the price!"

The atmosphere inside the tank, which was floating in the sky, remained tense.

Rosen glanced down into the car. Hannibal and his three companions were focused on their descent and the ground conditions, their minds solely on landing and surviving. They had no time to pay attention to the air battle outside, which gave him excellent room to maneuver.

Without making a sound, he thought for a moment and took out a portable anti-aircraft missile from his capsule space. He did this while the drone was diving and its camera wasn't pointing in his direction.

With a swift fingertip operation, the missile seeker instantly powers on, precisely locking onto the MQ-9 heat source signal lurking diagonally below, and the lock indicator light illuminates instantly.

The moment the lock was complete, Rosen pressed the fire button without hesitation.

tom!

A short, sharp whooshing sound rang out as the missile, trailing a blinding plume of flame, hurtled downwards, hurtling towards the drone in the blind spot of the field of vision.

In just two or three seconds, a blazing fireball exploded in mid-air, its flames instantly illuminating a small patch of clouds.

The last Death drone was torn apart in mid-air, turning into a sky full of burning debris that crashed to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the crisis involving the high-altitude drones was completely averted.

The ear-piercing gunfire and the roar of drones all disappeared, leaving only the biting wind sweeping across the tank armor in the vast sky, empty yet desolate.

Rosen casually retracted the missile launcher and steadily engaged the safety on the M2HB heavy machine gun, remaining calm and composed throughout. He showed no signs of panic, and his breathing remained perfectly steady.