The 12.7mm machine gun is used as an anti-aircraft weapon, but it's barely effective.
"It seems our whereabouts have been exposed."
Demolition expert Maxim spat and began quickly checking the equipnt around him, especially the sensitive explosives inside the vehicle.
If hit by a drone's Hellfire missile, these explosives would undoubtedly be the catalyst sending them down the road to the Netherworld.
The atmosphere inside the vehicle instantly tightened, like a drawn bowstring.
Everyone understood what being targeted by the "Grim Reaper" drone ant—it's a tireless eye of death hovering thousands of ters high, carrying Hellfire missiles that could descend at the speed of sound when you least expect it.
Song Heping took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
It's not his first encounter with the Grim Reaper drone.
That thing is tough to deal with, no matter if you're a special soldier or a terrorist leader, a single shot, or two if one doesn't suffice.
Several tis, surviving under its attack was purely a matter of luck.
"Who knows how our luck is this ti."
"If we're lucky, we might make it."
"If not..."
"A feast of death..."
He imdiately adjusted his breath and looked into the distance.
There, the blue-black outline of the Gunei Mountain Area was faintly visible, their only way out.
"Stay calm, observe the ground closely for any terrain we can use."
Song Heping pointed to the undulating terrain on the right, stone dunes rising ten to twenty ters high, and said in fluent Russian: "Stick close to those hills, dive into the ravines, kick up as much dust as possible, the mountains are ahead, hold on, we have a chance to survive."
Petrovsky glanced at Song Heping, nodded slightly, and added: "Did everyone hear Mr. Song's orders?! Keep your eyes open! It's ti to race Death!"
Thousands of ters high in the sky.
The MQ-9 "Grim Reaper" drone flew smoothly at a cruising altitude of about 5000 ters, like an elegant and ruthless hunter.
Its wingspan reaches 20 ters, fuselage length 11 ters, powered by a turbo-prop engine, with an endurance of more than 24 hours.
At this mont, the MTS-B multi-spectral targeting system under its belly, including high-definition white light, infrared thermal imaging, and laser ranging/designation modules, was firmly locked onto the three "Typhoon" armored vehicles frantically fleeing below on the Gobi.
Clear real-ti footage was instantly transmitted via encrypted data link to the US Army's Joint Air Operations Center (CAOC) far inside Illiguo territory.
On the huge display screens, the dust kicked up by the three "Typhoon" vehicles was clearly visible.
The operator skillfully adjusted the focus to zoom in, revealing the unmistakable characteristics of Russian-made armored vehicles.
"Command, this is 'Grim Reaper' 1-1."
The drone operator calmly reported, "Target confird, three Russian-made 'Typhoon' anti-ambush vehicles are moving towards the Gunei Mountain Area at about 85 km/h. Requesting further instructions."
The duty commander at CAOC looked at the big screen with an expressionless face.
Based on established rules of engagent and prior orders to intercept this Russian Army team, he showed no hesitation.
"Grim Reaper 1-1, confirm target as high-value adversary unit, authorize weapon use. Repeat, authorize weapon use. Eliminate them."
"Grim Reaper 1-1 acknowledged, weapon use authorized. Preparing to attack."
Inside the control station, the operator pushed the control stick, and the "Grim Reaper" drone began lowering altitude, entering the attack trajectory.
The weapon control officer expertly operated the interface to power up the AGM-114 "Hellfire" missiles mounted under the wings and input the target data.
"Target locked... Ready to launch."
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