The two Black Hawk helicopter pilots were resolutely unwilling to carry out the SPIE extraction.
Because carrying out a SPIE extraction took longer than a fast rope deploynt.
The ard militants were currently unleashing fierce firepower, and every second the Black Hawk helicopters delayed added a second of danger.
If they were unlucky, a stray RPG rocket hitting the fuselage might very well repeat the disaster of the Black Hawks falling in Somalia years ago.
But Song Heping had already decided not to risk his n.
At this mont, fast roping down ant that the eight people in the cabin, himself included, had to hold their position here for at least an hour.
The reinforcents dispatched from Warrior Camp had to cover several kiloters to point E during the night, facing the ard militants' blockades throughout the city.
The situation was just like the ti the Rangers and Delta were trapped when the Black Hawks fell in Somalia.
However, choosing SPIE extraction thod could resolve the issue within a few re minutes, and the risk, compared to holding out here for an hour, was roughly the sa in terms of difficulty.
As the squad commander, he had to make the right choice.
"If you don't carry out the SPIE extraction, then just fly back. We aren't taking this risk!"
Song Heping expressed his stance to the pilots.
He wanted to make it clear to these guys that it was impossible to just simply dump his n here and then slip away.
They had to make their decision too.
The two pilots were already sweating profusely at that mont.
The Black Hawk Helicopter continued to fly around in circles.
The two Apache Ard Helicopters constantly reported their ammunition count over the channel to this Black Hawk, informing how much ti they could still provide fire support.
"Damn it!"
The chief pilot couldn't hold back any longer.
"You're insane!"
"I'm not insane!" Song Heping pointed to the landing spot ahead and said, "Those are well-trained Seal Team mbers, they are highly familiar with SPIE. Once you hover over the buildings, each building will take less than five minutes, totaling ten minutes for two buildings. Even if you opt for fast roping to drop us here, it would still take five minutes, but that could put us in a difficult position, possibly resulting in both us and the Seals dying here."
He firmly patted the chief pilot on the shoulder, his tone even more resolute, "Trust , just follow my directions and you won't go wrong!"
The chief pilot seed bewitched.
There was an undeniable magic in Song Heping's words.
It made him actually feel that "this guy seems quite right."
"Fine! Notify the Seals on the ground right now, tell them to get ready for the SPIE extraction. In one minute, I'll hover five ters above the building. I'll only stay for five minutes, then regardless of anything, I'll pull up sharply!"
"Don't worry, leave everything to !"
Song Heping imdiately contacted Mist, "Mist, we're canceling the fast rope, opting for SPIE extraction. Gather on the roof now and get ready for extraction. The helicopter will hover over each building for five minutes!"
"Roger!"
Mist was unlike Vincent, who often questioned and scorned Song Heping's suggestions.
Compared to Vincent, he was an easier person to communicate with.
"I'll get everyone ready!"
After coordinating with the Seals, Song Heping told the chief pilot, "I need to talk to the two Apaches!"
The chief pilot handed over the onboard radio's handset to Song Heping.
Song Heping took the handset and began calling, "Black Bird calling Falcon!"
"Falcon here. Go ahead."
"This is the rescue team leader. We've decided to go for SPIE extraction. How long can your current ammunition last?"
"At most five minutes!"
"We'll hover over the building in one minute. At that ti, you fire sequentially in order A to B, fully suppressing the ground militants' attack and buy us ten minutes. Can you do that?"
After a brief silence, the Apache pilot responded.
"We can do it."
"Start lowering now!"
Song Heping handed the handset back to the chief and then turned and returned to the cabin.
"Prepare for SPIE extraction, everyone listen up. When the helicopter hovers, we estimate it'll be only five ters from the rooftop, very close to the ground and surrounding buildings. This will be the mont we're most vulnerable to attacks. Machine gunners must open fire at full force during this ti, suppressing any nearby fire points. 'Musician,' cover everyone. Hunter, how about your aerial sniping?"
"I'm good to go!"
"Queen, how about you?"
"I'm also good! The SVD is better at suppressing enemies at mid-range!"
"OK, no more words then..."
He found a position at the edge of the cabin and readied his assault rifle.
By then, the Black Hawk helicopter began to decrease its altitude.
Due to the urgency, the dive speed also increased.
It must be said that the US Army's Black Hawk pilots really had so extraordinary skills.
The Black Hawk helicopter dived rapidly, and roughly fifteen ters from the rooftop, it suddenly pulled up sharply, the nose lifting significantly, just like a speeding car slamming on breaks.
After damping over ten ters, the aircraft finally leveled off and hovered.
"Quick! Quick! Quick!"
Following the chief pilot's cue, the crew inside the cabin began to deploy the rope harnesses.
The harnesses fell, thudding heavily onto the rooftop.
Song Heping had no ti to check whether Mist and the others were fixed on the rooftop smoothly, as dense gunfire had already erupted around them.
The ard militants realized the Black Hawk was hovering over the rooftop. They thought the US Army was deploying a support squad here, so they crazily attacked the aircraft.
Bullets pattered against the fuselage, each impact sound chilling to the bone.
Although primarily 7.62 calibre rifle bullets, which the Black Hawk could withstand unless they hit a critical part,
what was most worrying was the RPG rockets.
That was no joke.
It could blast through an armored vehicle, so a helicopter was definitely not spared.
A hit ant a crash, no doubt about it.
Both pilots were sweating at this mont, the perspiration streaming down their cheeks from their helts like a creek.
"Hurry! Hurry!"
They anxiously stared at the clock on the dashboard, counting down the seconds.
Five minutes.
Only five minutes...
As soon as the ti limit was up, they would imdiately ascend and leave.
Song Heping crouched at the edge of the cabin. He saw an ard man poke an RPG launcher from the neighboring building, sneakily aiming their way.
He quickly swung his gun barrel, took aim at that sneaky head, and pulled the trigger.
Tap tap—
The opponent disappeared from the window.
Gunfire erupted all around.
The Black Hawk helicopter's Gatling guns on both sides went crazy, their barrels spinning wildly under the drive of the motors, tilting out warheads like a torrential downpour.
Sparks flew off the surrounding buildings, many rooms even caught fire from the dense bullets of the Gatling gun, and miscellaneous materials were ignited, suddenly bursting into flas everywhere.
Everyone was firing full force, shooting bullets at any visible, moving object in their vicinity.
Song Heping saw another person appear at the spot where he had just shot down the RPG launcher bearer. This person picked up the rocket launcher from the ground and popped his head out to aim at the Black Hawk helicopter again.
Song Heping could only burst fire again, sending him off.
At this mont, his nerves were already stretched to the limit, and Song Heping felt his whole body sweating.
This felt completely different from fighting on the ground.
Sitting in the helicopter, the advantage was being able to shoot from a height.
The disadvantage was equally significant; if they were hit, it was mostly ga-over.
Thankfully, the Apache helicopter's cooperation was very coordinated.
The first Apache began to dive before the Black Hawk hovered, targeting the buildings with enemy presence around the Black Hawk's hovering area for a fierce onslaught, emptying all its bullets and rockets.
The area swept by the Apache's firepower was enveloped in black smoke, and so walls began to collapse after being strafed.
Song Heping watched as one side of a building slowly crumbled; initially, a few bricks fell, and gradually more followed until the entire wall collapsed with a crash, heavily smashing onto the ground.
The ard militants hiding under the buildings were instantly dood; those who could not run fast were crushed to death under the heap of bricks.
"Ammo depleted. We are pulling out."
The first Apache lifted its nose, its mounts on the two small wings rocket nests now entirely empty, not a single piece of ammunition left.
They swiftly gained altitude, turned in the air, and quickly headed toward the outskirts of the town.
"Preparation complete! We can withdraw!"
Mist's voice finally ca through the chaotic gunfire, sounding like music from heaven.
Song Heping looked down at the ti.
It had been over three minutes.
Faster than expected!
"Lift them up, head to point B to pick up others!"
Song Heping shouted to the cockpit.
The Black Hawk helicopter began to ascend, stringing up several people on the ground like skewered candied haw, lifting them into the sky.
But they couldn't fly too high because there were two other team mbers on another building about seventy ters away.
This was a test of the Black Hawk pilots' skills.
Too high, and descending again would definitely be too ti-consuming.
Too low, and the team mbers hanging on the ropes might crash into the buildings and result in casualties.
This was a task requiring a lot of experience and skill.
After all, it wasn't a one-ti evacuation; they had to string everyone up in two rounds.
At this mont, the second Apache began its dive, unleashing firepower on all the buildings surrounding B point rooftop.
Cook squatted opposite Song Heping, swapping magazines while complaining, "I knew it! I knew it! This one million dollars is not easy to earn! Babysitting for these brazen, bold fools, I knew this money wouldn't co easy!"
He continued to grumble as he fitted a new magazine.
Through his night-vision goggles, Song Heping noticed the liquid seeping out of Cook's face. He reached over and felt it, only to discover it was blood.
"Cook, are you injured?!"
"Injured my ass!" Cook cursed, "A bullet hit the edge of the cabin, and a fragnt slashed my face! A goddamn bit more precise and I'd have lost my left eye!"
It was just a scratch. Song Heping let out a sigh of relief.
He looked down under the belly of the helicopter.
There were three people hanging below.
Mist had the injured Vincent strapped to him.
Another team mber, unrecognizable, was continually shooting toward the ground.
The firefight was extrely intense.
Especially as the Black Hawk helicopter approached the rooftop of point B when bullets fell on the helicopter body like a torrential rain.
The Gatlings on both sides started roaring again.
The sound, sizzling away, brought a peculiarly pleasing feeling, indescribably exhilarating.
When the second Apache Ard Helicopter's ammunition was completely depleted, the two team mbers on the rooftop of point B were finally hooked onto the lasso.
"Ascend! Ascend!"
Mist yelled loudly from the rope.
Hearing this, Song Heping also shouted to the cockpit, "Ascend! Withdraw!"
The Black Hawk pilot sharply pulled up, lifting the helicopter to over three hundred ters in the air. Seated inside the cabin, Song Heping clearly felt the lift sensation. He tightly gripped the handle next to the cabin door, looking down at the five Seal Team mbers hanging from the rope.
"Mist, any new casualties?"
"All good! Blessings from above!"
Amidst the helicopter's propeller and engine roar, knowing that everyone was now completely safe, they all finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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