Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 205: More danger than good
The Javelin anti-tank missile is indeed an advanced weapon.

With just one shot, not only was the president's black car blown to pieces, but the powerful shockwave also sent two nearby heavy vehicles flying.

Luca followed Joe's orders, instructing the other mercenaries to quickly reload their second rounds and continue bombarding the remaining vehicles.

Anyway, he only brought three rockets, so there was no point in not using them all, for one reason: it would be extremely inconvenient to carry them away.

The Congolese army reacted far too slowly. After the president was attacked, they were thrown into a state of panic for a while. Only after Luke's anti-tank rockets destroyed the presidential convoy did they begin to organize their forces to fire wildly at the high ground.

But Joe's sniper bullets were all deadly.

A crisp gunshot rang out, and a vibrant life was lost. Meanwhile, Luke and the other mercenaries downstairs unleashed a frenzied barrage of fire with their M4A1 assault rifles.

Because this rifle uses small-caliber ammunition, mercenaries like Luke can carry as many as six rounds of ammunition, making their firepower exceptionally fierce in combat.

Equipped with a 2x scope, the optical sights allowed Luke and his men to take advantage of the situation, and the first wave of Congolese soldiers who charged forward were quickly taken down.

But the Congolese soldiers still surged forward like a tide. The reason was simple: their commander had given a death order: anyone who retreated would be shot, and anyone who captured or killed the assassins would be promoted and made rich!

Why do these soldiers in the Democratic Republic of Congo enlist? Isn't it just to get promoted, make money, and earn a living?

So despite Luke and his men's fierce firepower, they continued to charge forward relentlessly.

No matter how powerful your firepower is, are your bullets unlimited?

When you run out of bullets, that's when your brothers will be rolling in wealth.

With this belief, Luke and his men felt a chill run down their spines. Although they were elite, they were too few in number, and once the Congolese tank force arrived, they would surely face certain death.

"Luke, take your men and evacuate from the roof. I've already notified the helicopter; it'll be here in three minutes. Get out of here!" Joe shouted into the walkie-talkie, his sniper rifle still firing incessantly.

The gunshot rang out and the man fell; it was incredibly sharp.

Luke never expected that his leader would be so loyal and righteous, stepping forward to cover everyone's retreat in the critical moment.

It's important to understand that mercenaries have no beliefs whatsoever. If you have any, it's only for the money. So, trying to talk about feelings with a mercenary is like casting pearls before swine.

Without hesitation, he immediately ordered the others to take turns providing cover. Two of them had already been shot twice. The bullets from this AK47 were very lethal at close range. Even though they were wearing bulletproof vests, they were still pierced by the bullets. Luke saw that they were already vomiting blood and knew that the two were beyond saving.

So I handed them two spare magazines and left them two grenades, telling them to fend for themselves.

The mercenaries who were shot knew this routine. From the day they became mercenaries, they knew that this day would come sooner or later. Mercenaries did not receive prisoner-of-war treatment, and if they were captured, they would die a miserable death.

Besides, the DRC doesn't have any medical facilities to treat them.

Rather than suffer endless torment and humiliation, it's better to fight to the death and take as many people down with you.

"Luke, take good care of our family. Please give our commission to my son and tell him I will always love him!"

Upon hearing this, Luke simply nodded silently. Although he had become accustomed to similar scenes during his years as a mercenary, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable when he actually encountered one.

But that's all. They have to live for themselves now. Once the mission is complete, a lot of US dollars are waiting for them to spend. They must escape!
The group ran desperately to the rooftop, which had 22 floors and was the highest point in the area.

When they reached the middle, they heard several loud noises coming from downstairs, and they knew that the two men from before had perished together with the soldiers from the Democratic Republic of Congo.

"Leave two men to hold them off!" Luke shouted.

He rushed to the roof and immediately heard the Black Hawk helicopter that was coming to pick him up.

It really is from the company! Joe wasn't lying to me!
He excitedly pulled the signal flare, which instantly produced a large amount of red smoke, indicating their exact location to the helicopter pilots.

This helicopter entered service in the 20s.

With a production run of over 4500 units, it is one of the most produced helicopters in the world, further demonstrating the excellence of its design.

With a range of over 2000 kilometers, it is perfect for use as a rescue force.

Luke was quite loyal; as the helicopter was about to land, he called out to Joe, telling him to hurry up and get on, as the helicopter had arrived.

But he never received a reply from Joe on the walkie-talkie.

Of course, it's also possible that the loud noise from the helicopter made it difficult for him to hear clearly, but he had already done his duty, and there was absolutely no way he would go downstairs to meet Joe again.

When the two mercenaries who were following up appeared on the rooftop platform with multiple wounds, Luke threw a few grenades towards the stairwell entrance.

He knew he had to leave; even though Joe was their leader, they couldn't wait any longer.

After picking up the person, the helicopter pilot took off immediately, while Luke used an assault rifle to fire wildly at the pursuers below from the side of the helicopter. Since there was no point in carrying bullets, he might as well use them all.

Other mercenaries followed suit, and many more Congolese army soldiers were felled like wheat being harvested.

Just as Luke was happily imagining his blissful life ahead, he suddenly heard the pilot cry out in despair, "RPG!"

Luke saw a missile trailing an orange flame hurtling toward his plane.

The driver immediately took evasive action, narrowly avoiding the rocket. However, two mercenaries, focused on firing downwards, were thrown from the vehicle.

Falling from such a height, the outcome is self-evident.

"Get out of this awful place, quick!"

Luke was sweating profusely. If he hadn't run out of bullets, been sitting a little further inside, and hadn't fastened his seatbelt, he would probably have been smashed to pieces.

"Oh my God, another one, no, two RPGs!" Although the RPGs had no guidance function and were in a relatively outdated straight-line firing mode, the simultaneous attack of two rockets terrified the driver.

Despite the driver's best efforts to evade the danger, it was to no avail, and the plane was ultimately blown to pieces amidst the desperate cries of Luke and the others.

"Battalion Commander, our country's air defense weapons are really good! This kind of RPG is really outdated." Li Erniu used the RPG commonly used by African soldiers to fire at the air, and the effect was very good, which made him very excited.

This is much more exciting than any drill.

But in the end, it was He Chenguang's missile that shot down the enemy plane, so he lamented that such an old weapon was not very effective. Otherwise, if it were replaced with a domestic shoulder-fired air defense missile, one missile would be enough. Since it is infrared guided, it can be left alone after firing.

"Alright, alright, you've had your fill! We can't let our guard down yet; there might still be some spies in the building." Chen Jiang poured cold water on their hopes.

"Battalion Commander, you're amazing! How did you predict so accurately that the enemy would leave by helicopter? You even guessed which building it was!" Xu Sanduo asked with admiration. There are many officers in the army with outstanding skills and tactics, but to be able to anticipate the enemy's moves in every situation is truly incredible.

When everyone first arrived, Chen Jiang told them that he was going to show them a good show, which they didn't quite understand. But as the presidential motorcade was attacked, everyone's hearts were in their throats. To be assassinated right under their noses was truly infuriating.

However, Chen Jiang casually told everyone that the president did not take this road at all; the person in the car was just his double, and the purpose was to catch these petty scoundrels in one fell swoop!
Faced with Xu Sanduo's question, Chen Jiang smiled faintly, "It's actually very simple. If I were an assassin, I would definitely choose that building as well. Otherwise, how would they have managed to escape? Surrounded by so many Congolese soldiers, even Superman would be exhausted. So calling for a helicopter to come and rescue them is the best solution."

"Besides, if they all stay inside the building and put up a stubborn resistance, how many Congolese soldiers will have to die before it can be taken? It's both time-consuming and laborious. It's better to give them some hope and then send them on their way with an RPG!"

Chen Jiang had no interest in capturing these mercenaries; it was a waste of food. He'd rather they be killed!
After saying that, he urged, "Quickly assemble the troops and search that building. Be careful to protect yourselves. I must catch the stragglers, but I don't want any of you to get hurt!"

He had a feeling that there were still people in that building.

Chen Jiang's intuition was undoubtedly correct. The cunning Joe wasn't kindly covering for Luke and his group's escape. He always felt that this operation wasn't so simple. Otherwise, would Kara even be worthy of being president? She might as well just go raise pigs.

Therefore, he made two preparations:

If the attack goes smoothly, his contribution cannot be denied, and he will gain favor by covering the main force's retreat, ultimately getting a large share of the spoils.

But if this was a trap, then the enemy, being so clever, couldn't possibly have left their escape route untouched by anti-aircraft weapons. Luke and his group leaving by air would undoubtedly be the best way to draw their attention away from them. Meanwhile, he himself chose a different path to escape.

Most buildings in Kinshasa don't have sewers because they are low-rise, but the buildings they chose this time are high-rises, so how could they not have sewers?
The moment Joe notified Luke and the others to evacuate, he began disassembling the sniper rifle and putting it into his backpack, while simultaneously setting up booby traps. Then, he rappelled down to the basement using a rope he had laid beforehand.

The building itself was a hotel, so after he got to the basement, he quickly killed a food delivery worker, changed into his uniform, put his backpack in the food cart, and walked out with his head down.

Just then, he heard the sound of a plane being hit and exploding overhead. He was immediately startled and realized that this was a trap.

So continuing with the original evacuation plan was no longer feasible, so he decisively found a sewer entrance and escaped from there.

Meanwhile, Chen Jiang led the Seventh Company to tighten the encirclement.

When they rushed to the floor where the enemy sniper was, He Chenguang was eager to make a contribution and wanted to break down the door, but Chen Jiang grabbed him.

His perception was so powerful that he immediately sensed the booby trap inside the house. So, he decided to disregard all martial ethics and throw a grenade directly at the door.

Sure enough, a series of explosions occurred inside, which terrified He Chenguang, turning him pale.

If he had rushed in rashly just now, he would probably have been blown to pieces. Now, he was no longer wondering how Chen Jiang knew there was a trap inside. He just assumed that Chen Jiang, a top soldier, probably had a sixth sense.

The key point is that the other person did save his life, and it would be a lie for He Chenguang to say he wasn't grateful.

Before the smoke from the explosion had even cleared, Chen Jiang had already kicked open the twisted and deformed door panel.

The house was in a mess, but there was no one in sight.

“They got away,” Chen Jiang squatted down and picked up the sniper rifle shell casings left on the ground. “These mercenaries really know how to spend money.”

"Battalion Commander, I'll take men and go after them!" Xu Sanduo immediately tried to rush out the door.

"What are you chasing? Do you even know where you're going?" Chen Jiang reprimanded him rudely.

Xu Sanduo is no longer an ordinary soldier; he is a platoon leader and must have a sense of the big picture, rather than acting rashly.

"Battalion Commander, it's me."

"Let me tell you, he will most likely evacuate through the sewers, because that's the only blind spot for the Congolese soldiers." Chen Jiang now regrets not having arranged for an interception of the sewers beforehand.

But he was completely unfamiliar with the place, so it was too difficult for him to handle every little detail.

Just then, Wang Yanbing, who was on duty on the first floor, also noticed that a food delivery employee had his throat slit swiftly, and the technique was clearly that of a master.

And judging from the body temperature, the other person had just left.

"Find the engineering blueprints for this building, quick!" Chen Jiang suddenly had a bad feeling.

He Chenguang and his team were very efficient. They quickly obtained the blueprints for the entire building from the hotel's logistics department and also "invited" the person in charge of logistics over.

Chen Jiang frowned upon seeing the intricate sewer diagram. "Where do these sewers come from? Which outlet is closest to the airport?"

"It should be here." The logistics manager pointed cautiously to a location on the map.

Upon seeing this, Chen Jiang immediately took out his satellite phone.
"Pick up the ambassador for me! What? He's busy? He's entertaining foreign guests? Damn it, tell him right now, the assassin's headed for the airport. Make sure they evacuate to a safe area. We'll be there shortly!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiang immediately told everyone to gather their forces and follow.

He had a very bad feeling that the captured assassin was probably still up to no good and headed straight for the airport.

Although the airport's security measures are very tight, facing real American special forces would likely be a dangerous situation.

(End of this chapter)