"FUCK! Look at what he's doing?!"
The drone operator was caught off guard, couldn't help but curse out loud, exclaiming in surprise.
"Courting death!" The weapons control officer sneered: "This guy has been driven crazy by us."
The drone operator swiftly pushed down the control lever.
The engines of the MQ-9 suddenly roared louder, rapidly lowering altitude in pursuit.
The two Black Hawk helicopters also noticeably sped up, like two raptors that had spotted prey, diving straight in with rotor-induced winds faintly blowing.
Song Heping burst forth with his last reserves of strength, racing to the edge of the gravel shore.
He zeroed in on a giant rock about half human height, relatively stable, and dove behind it.
He quickly unfastened his backpack, rummaging desperately.
He felt out the last two hand grenades, and…
A flat, tal canister—
This was a "little gift" from Nurase, a specially made, high-combustion aluminum thermite incendiary canister!
Originally intended for sabotaging equipnt or taking down barbed wire during border crossings when necessary.
Ti was tight!
The roar of the helicopters was already deafening, the hovering wind pressure sweeping up clouds of dust, blowing so hard one couldn't open their eyes!
He could even hear the tallic clanging of the helicopter's gun cocking!
They were very close!
Very close!
These guys, perhaps seeing he's injured, estimated they flew so close to give him that threatening death pressure, intending to break his fighting spirit.
For ordinary people, surrounded by the two Black Hawks, an MQ-9 drone plus two elite US Special Forces squads, would definitely give up resisting, and those slightly more heroic might choose to shoot themselves.
But Song Heping was no ordinary person.
He would rather die under enemy gunfire than choose to commit suicide while there's still a sliver of hope. If he must die, he would grip the hand grenade and wait for the enemy to co, going down together!
This was the mark engraved in his bones from his training and the army he served.
Hearing the helicopters getting closer, Song Heping took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly radiating a reckless frenzy.
He fiercely pulled the safety pins off the two hand grenades, releasing the handles, but did not throw them imdiately!
Instead, he silently counted his heartbeats, timing the fuse burning!
One second…
Two seconds…
Three seconds…
The two Black Hawks flew left and right, approaching within thirty ters of Song Heping's hiding spot, hovering above the gravel shore, their cabin doors wide open.
US Special Forces soldiers wearing desert camouflage and sared with camouflage grease paint tossed ropes out from the cabin.
Inside the cabin, the captain commander of the action team had already seen Song Heping's slightly staggered steps through the night vision goggles, with previous intel from the drone indicating the target had a leg injury!
An injured target, all alone!
Yet the top brass deployed two small squads.
For a mont, the captain felt like he was looking at a mouse trapped in a cage.
"GO! GO! GO! He's alone! Get down there and take him out!"
Just then, Song Heping suddenly moved!
With his left hand, he hurled the aluminum thermite canister with all his might towards the tail rotor of the left Black Hawk helicopter!
In the army, his grenade throwing range easily exceeded 80 ters; even an aluminum thermite canister, throwing fifty or sixty ters posed no problem!
He now aid not to hit, but to disrupt and create panic!
At the sa ti, quickly grabbing two hand grenades, releasing the safety clips, delaying three seconds…
Hurling them successively!
Like deadly stones from a sling, they drew two precise arcs— one aiming for the ground below the right-side Black Hawk.
The other aid higher, directly at the open cabin door of the right Black Hawk!
"Fire in the hole!!!"
A terrified shriek from a US soldier inside the right Black Hawk's cabin, a crew mber operating the machine gun at the cabin's edge imdiately pressed the firing button of the Gatling machine gun.
Zzzzzzzz—
The dense rain of bullets instantly shattered the rock fragnts of Song Heping's hiding stone.
Song Heping, as ungainly as a sand lizard, burrowed into the bottom of the large rock, curling up with his head shielded, trying to tuck his body into the rock crevices.
This all happened in a split second!
"Boom!!!"
The aluminum thermite canister crashing near the left Black Hawk exploded fiercely in mid-air.
Imdiately, a glaring incandescent fireball and billowing smoke rose up.
Thousands of degrees of blazing flas, like erupting volcanic lava, lept towards the helicopter's tail boom and tail rotor.
Though the explosion site was still at least seven or eight ters from the helicopter, the terrifying heat and intense brilliance was enough to make the pilot instantly blind and trigger fatal panic!
"Oh Shit! Incendiary bomb! Evade! Evade!"
The pilot of the left-side "Black Hawk" scread in panic amidst the blinding white light and alarm sounds, instinctively pulling the control stick hard, causing the helicopter to tilt and climb violently like a startled giant bird, trying to dodge the explosion.
The US Special Forces soldiers climbing the ropes were instantly flung off by the sudden centrifugal force, with two of them losing their grip and screaming as they fell from a height of five to six ters.
Almost within the sa millisecond!
"Boom!!!"
The hand grenade thrown beneath the right-side "Black Hawk" exploded fiercely!
The scorching shockwave and countless rock fragnts swept across like the Grim Reaper's scythe, slashing at several soldiers who had just slid out of the cabin and were descending on ropes in mid-air.
"Thud!"
"Ugh!"
Cries of pain and muffled groans sounded instantly!
At least two soldiers were hit by fragnts, falling to the ground like sparrows shot by an airgun.
The rope descent operation was imdiately interrupted, plunging into chaos!
More deadly was the grenade flying towards the cabin door!
"Grenade! INCOMING!!!"
A sharp-eyed soldier at the door shouted a heartfelt warning!
The cabin imdiately descended into chaos.
Soldiers inside either frantically scrambled back or instinctively dove to the ground.
The grenade struck the door fra with a dull thud, and then...
No explosion?!
The lucky grenade bounced once, miraculously falling onto the floor inside the cabin!
"FUUUUUCK——!!!"
A howl of despair filled the entire cabin!
"Boom——!!!"
A deafening explosion roared inside the narrow cabin.
An orange-red fireball mixed with thick smoke and deadly shrapnel instantly engulfed the rear of the cabin!
Screams were abruptly silenced!
Shattered human tissue and tal fragnts spewed out from the cabin door!
The entire helicopter shuddered violently, tilting as a blinding array of red alerts lit up on the dashboard!
"Mayday! Mayday! Black Hawk Two taking heavy damage! Crew casualties! Losing control!"
The pilot's panicked cries for help exploded over the radio channel!
anwhile, the "Black Hawk" on the left, disturbed by aluminum thermite and desperately evading, tilted sharply under the pilot's panicked operation. In the chaos, the rapidly spinning main rotor blade tips tragically clipped the already out-of-control, plumting right-side companion craft—"Black Hawk Two's" tail rotor!
"Crack——!!!"
"Clang, clang, clang——"
The nerve-wrenching sound of tal breaking tore through the sky!
"Black Hawk Two's" tail rotor was instantly shredded!
The helicopter, having lost the tail rotor balance mont, abruptly pitched its nose upward and then began an unstoppable spinning descent, like a giant, burning top, slamming hard toward the boulder-strewn gravel field below!
"Nooooo——!!!"
The pilot of the left-side "Black Hawk" let out a cry of despair.
Boom!!!!!!
The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire highland.
A huge fireball, mixed with flas and thick smoke, soared into the sky, engulfing the wreckage of "Black Hawk Two"! Burning debris scattered like a dazzling and deadly firework!
The aerial predator "Grim Reaper" drone was evidently also stunned by this sudden, unimaginably drastic change.
Its flight trajectory showed a clear, erratic wobble!
The pilots and weapon officers at the Nevada Air Force Base were thrown into disarray amidst a chorus of "FUCK."
Chaos!
Deadly chaos!
This was precisely the only chance for survival that Song Heping gambled his life on!
Just as one "Black Hawk" was destroyed and the other damaged, thrown into extre chaos, and the drone in the sky also experienced a montary delay—these precious few seconds—
Song Heping, like a long-prepared cheetah, suddenly dashed out from behind his hiding boulder.
Not bothering to glance back at the hellish scene behind him, he sprinted at breakneck speed toward the other side of the gravel field, straight for the border line!
Not far away was the faintly visible barbed wire marking the border of Persia!
The border line was right in front of him!
And at the sa ti, a flash of fire burst from below the fuselage of the MQ-9 Grim Reaper drone in the sky.
The last Hellfire Missile beneath the fuselage sped toward Song Heping.
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