Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 450 First, blow up Chief Dane

brush brush...

Indicator lights began to illuminate one after another on the instrument panel!

When Jackie Chan saw the letters "np" appear in the sights, which indicated the permission to fire, he immediately pressed the fire switch.

"Pfft~"

The Rock Falcon attack helicopter trembled slightly.

The missile propelled by the jet stream streaked across the fuselage and headed straight for the command vehicle on the distant highway.

Jackie Chan continuously tracked the command vehicle using the aperture in the sight, keeping it within the cursor's range to guide and track the missile.

Lasers emit single-line light waves, which Jackie Chan can see, but the Red Turban Army on the other side cannot detect.

The "Snake Pelican" anti-tank missile has a cruising speed of only 330 meters per second, and the distance displayed on the HUD is several seconds away from where it will actually fly.

However, with laser precision guidance, the flight time will not affect the accuracy.

Snake Pelican's goal is very clear.

It's a command vehicle!

The Rosa rugosaurus had previously confirmed that the command vehicle was equipped with a vehicle-mounted early warning radar.

In order to provide a better environment and conditions for the next combat operation of the Rock Falcon, the command vehicle must be disposed of first.

"I hope Old D sits in the command vehicle, so that everything can be done in one go and it will save a lot of trouble."

As the Snake Pelican missile flew closer and closer, and the convoy still didn't react, Jackie Chan felt relieved; the firework was definitely going to explode.

A few seconds passed.

Just as the snake-pey missile had traveled more than half its distance and was about to hit its target and complete its mission...

There was finally movement inside the command vehicle.

"Beep beep beep..."

The vehicle's warning system finally reacted, emitting a rapid alarm sound.

"Damn it, it's a missile!"

Hearing the strange noise outside the vehicle, coupled with the intense alarm from the radar, the two experienced veterans, Old D and Mantis, reacted instantly.

They didn't have time to call out to the Red Turban Army inside the car, nor did they care about the current speed of fifty or sixty miles per hour.

The two men, their faces changing drastically, sprinted towards the back of the car. Without even trying to open the door, they smashed it open with their bodies and jumped out.

The next second after Old D and the praying mantis jumped off the car.

whoosh-

The black shadow of the snake-like pelican, trailing a trail of flames, streaked through the air and crashed headfirst into the right side of the command vehicle.

"Bang!"

The ground shook violently.

The enclosed, container-shaped command vehicle was instantly torn into towering fragments by the orange-hot flames and energy shockwave in the explosion.

However, this is only the beginning.

The flying wreckage of vehicles was the real star of this fireworks show.

sigh~

The explosive energy, traveling at a speed exceeding 7000 meters per second, transformed into a visible shockwave that enveloped various objects and suddenly spread in a ring shape.

"Bang! Bang!"

While still airborne, Old D and Mantis were slapped on the back by the deformed rear door, sending them flying four or five meters.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh... Swoosh whoosh whoosh..."

Various high-speed flying large metal pieces and secondary damage waves formed by liquefied metal flows swept through space at high speed, impacting the surrounding vehicles and creating a dense, rain-like crashing sound.

Tanks and armored vehicles are alright; they're thick-skinned and don't take much damage.

Two open-top military off-road vehicles were positioned to guard the command vehicle, driving on the grass on either side of it. Their fate was tragic.

"Clang, clang, hiss..."

Like a torrential downpour of pear blossom needles, high-speed fragments swept in, engulfing the entire vehicle and covering all the Red Turban Army soldiers inside.

This very second.

Blood and sparks bloomed together, death and fear resonated, creating a breathtaking spectacle.

Before the remaining Red Turban Army soldiers could react, when they turned around, they saw that the command vehicle, which had been perfectly fine, had turned into a fireball.

Overwhelmed by fear and panic, they braked almost simultaneously.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—, squeak squeak squeak—"

The armed convoy, speeding at fifty or sixty miles per hour, left countless long black smoke trails and white dents on the ground before suddenly stopping in the middle of the road.

"Bang bang bang, crash~"

Several drivers were so startled that they pressed the accelerator instead of the brake and crashed into the rear of the car in front.

But at this time.

Nobody cared about who hit whom.

All the Red Turban Army soldiers' eyes were focused on the command vehicle at the very front, which had been destroyed by a missile and now only had its twisted chassis remaining.

My mind was filled with nothing but shock and terror—

The commander was just blown up like that?

Everyone remained motionless, as if time had been paused.

"Clang! Bang! Crash!"

The various metal fragments and debris that had been blown into the air fell back to the ground under the influence of gravity, but this did not break the stillness of the scene.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Maybe a minute, maybe a few seconds.

"Squeak—thump!"

The sound of the hatch of the first Type 59D tank behind the command vehicle being pushed open broke the deathly silence and the stalemate.

A Red Turban Army soldier carrying the rank of captain leaned his upper body out of the tank.

"Damn it, it's an anti-tank missile. It must be somewhere nearby. Everyone, get in the vehicles, set up your guns, find that damn thing and take it out."

As soon as the Red Turban Army captain spoke, all the Red Turban Army soldiers suddenly came to their senses.

They didn't care whether Old D was dead or not.

coax!

The scene, which had been paused, suddenly accelerated.

Some Red Turban soldiers began to take out binoculars to examine the surrounding sky and high ground; some medics got out of their vehicles and ran forward to check the explosion site and rescue the wounded; others loaded heavy machine guns and anti-aircraft guns.

There is only one goal.

That is to find the despicable attacker and blast him into mincemeat with a hail of bullets.

soon.

Although the exact location was still not found, some people with sharp ears heard the sound of a helicopter.

After all, it's a grassland without any mountains or shelters, so the sound waves can travel much farther than in mountainous areas.

Even if Jackie Chan flies at extremely low altitudes, he cannot be completely hidden.

However, even knowing that it was an armed helicopter, the Red Army soldiers were not afraid at all, and did not seem to think that the armed helicopter was a great threat.

The combat effectiveness of an armed helicopter certainly depends to a certain extent on its technological content.

But it still requires human operation.

Whether a force can be effectively used in combat depends on an outstanding pilot.

Training a combat-ready ace pilot requires an enormous amount of funding, which is simply unaffordable for small African countries.

Even in China, a country known for its frugality, the cost of training a combat-ready pilot is in the tens of millions.

"Every combat pilot featured online is made of gold."

This statement is perfectly correct.

While helicopter piloting is less difficult than fighter jet piloting, a small, turbulent country like Dirac obviously cannot have ace pilots.

They might even be pilots who can barely guarantee that the plane can take off normally.

Armed helicopters are inherently designed for low-altitude operations, and without skilled pilots, they are even more vulnerable to ground fire.

As time went by and the rumors spread, armed helicopters became just another name in the eyes of this group of Red Turban Army soldiers.

One RPG shot, and a barrage of bullets followed.

The helicopter is out of commission!

Therefore, even though this group of Red Turban Army soldiers knew it was a helicopter, and even though the command vehicle was being blown up right in front of them, they did not immediately seek cover. Instead, they started shouting wildly.

"Damn it, where is that flying tin can hiding?"

"I just saw it; the missile came from behind. Shall we go look for it?"

"You bastard, come out if you dare, and I'll beat you to a pulp."

……

After searching for a long time without finding a helicopter, the convoy began to riot.

Someone roared angrily.

Someone made a suggestion.

Someone made outrageous remarks.

No matter how much they made noise, since they hadn't seen their target and hadn't received any orders from their commander, the entire convoy, even with the engines roaring, didn't take any action.

Fortunately at this time.

Several Red Turban Army medics, having made their harvest, helped Old D and Mantis, whose mouths were full of blood and whose faces were deathly pale, out of the bushes.

have to say.

Those two guys are really tough.

Although the two were thrown out by the rear door of the car, by sheer coincidence, the large, wide, and thick door inadvertently served as their riot shield.

The door panel blocked all the debris that flew in from the explosion.

Otherwise, they would both be riddled with bullets in mid-air.

In addition, the impact of the fall was absorbed because the animal did not land on a concrete road but on relatively soft grass, thus preventing it from being killed on the spot.

By chance.

These two were incredibly lucky; they escaped certain death.

"Pfft~"

Old D, who had just been helped back onto the road, coughed up blood again.

His originally pale and unsightly complexion began to show obvious improvement.

"Go to the depression on the left rear side."

After spitting out the blood clots in his chest, Old D, whose blood circulation had improved considerably, weakly pointed in a direction—the direction where Jackie Chan was piloting the helicopter.

"All the pickup trucks go over there, take it down, don't let him ruin my plans."

My brother is quite capable; with so little information, he still managed to guess the right direction.

Upon receiving the order from Old D, the officer in the first armored vehicle shouted behind him: "Left rear, all pickup trucks move forward."

Whoever shot down that damn can, once we take over the factory in front, I'll reward you two with two white girls tonight.

Upon hearing that a white woman would be the reward, the entire rear of the convoy erupted in chaos, with the sounds of engines revving and excited shouts mingling together, like a mob dancing wildly.

"Left rear, left rear, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Turn around, turn around, the beauty is ours."

"Go go go, speed up and rush over there, let these bastards eat shit!"

"Oh, toot toot... Shh—, ah—"

……

Under the control of the Red Turban Army, who were on steroids, the pickup trucks roared to life, turned around, kicked up clouds of dust, and sped off.

A fierce glint flashed in Old D's eyes. He forced his somewhat recovered body to climb onto the first tank.

"The rest of you, speed up! Get to the Chinese-owned factory within 10 minutes! Let's go!"

With Old D's livid command, the remaining tank convoy roared to life, transforming into a steel torrent that swept towards the Chinese-owned factory.

Old D pushed himself so hard that he urged the team to head to the Chinese-owned factory without any rest or adjustment.

The reason is that he was really angry!

As the head of the most powerful PMC in Europe, Old D has a sense of superiority in his bones and believes that coming to Africa is like a game of subversion.

It's easy to do with just a little play.

Even when Big Bear and the others were attacked on the way, Old D did not feel that he had met his match. Before leading the team to set off, he had the mentality of a cat playing with a mouse.

I took my time visiting Sangkuga town and strolled around the St. Francis Chinese Hospital.

They killed a few people and got what they wanted.

Upon learning that someone had come to pick up Dr. Chen and was going to rescue the workers at the Chinese-owned factory, Old D was extremely relaxed.

Believing the rats had nowhere to escape, they prepared to lead a team to finally catch them.

Unexpectedly...

He came with absolute confidence, but before he even saw a Chinese-owned factory, he suffered a mishap on the way and almost lost his life.

How could this not infuriate the arrogant Old D to the point of nearly bursting his lungs?

But anger aside...

As the owner of Dane Corporation and the commander of a professional private military contracting team, he is no fool; he has real skills.

Old D didn't need to think at all; he knew that the person who launched the missile attack must have some connection with the Chinese-owned factory they were going to attack.

The best way to get revenge on this despicable attacker is to kill the person he's protecting.

That's why Old D immediately ordered an accelerated attack on Chinese-owned factories.

Doing this also has another advantage.

Old D knew very well what the biggest nemesis of the tanks he brought was.

If we can shoot down the helicopter while these pickup trucks are passing by, that would be ideal, saving us a major headache.

Even if armed pickup trucks are useless, they can still buy time for armed helicopters, preventing them from attacking the tanks.

He could then drive tanks into the factory area, using the large number of reinforced concrete buildings there to significantly reduce the advantage of attack helicopters.

Old D is an expert and knows exactly how to effectively evade anti-tank missiles.

If factory buildings block the laser beam, rendering the guidance system blind, it will be unable to provide accurate guidance and pose a threat to the tank.

At that time.

He could also call on Audu, the leader of the Red Turban Army, to dispatch fighter jets or armed helicopters for emergency support.

If the person piloting the armed helicopter was the one who attacked his three men, including Da Xiong.

Then Old D will show him what true cruelty is.

As for how many Red Turban Army soldiers will die.

In the eyes of the arrogant Old D, these Red Turban Army soldiers were just a bunch of useless trash, a bunch of cannon fodder who could be used to block gun barrels at any time.

He wouldn't care how many people died along the way, as long as he could achieve his ultimate goal.

……

The attack methods of armed helicopters are similar to those of snipers in some respects.

They would fire and run, moving to a different location after each shot.

In tactics, this is called battlefield maneuver.

In the hands of an experienced pilot, maintaining high-speed, unpredictable maneuvers at all times can greatly improve the helicopter's survivability.

To prevent being locked onto by ground fire.

Meanwhile, the Shicha Falcon helicopter, which had completed guiding the bombing of the command vehicle, descended again and retreated several hundred meters.

As it ascended again, it saw the two convoys that had split up and were rushing towards it.

(End of this chapter)