An hour later, Mountain Eagle, who was scouting ahead, suddenly sent a ssage saying he heard the sound of a helicopter's rotor blades. Luo Zheng was taken aback. They were surrounded by woods, with no escape. It was too late to return to the cave and moving forward was suicidal. His expression tightened as he imdiately called over Hook and explained the situation, instructing him, "Quick, notify everyone to spread out as much as possible and hide behind the big trees. Once hidden, don't move and definitely don't run around. Everyone be careful."
"Yes," Hook, aware of the seriousness, changed color and hurriedly spread the word.
With Hook's help in translation, communication was much more convenient. Luo Zheng glanced at Lan Xue and others, who nodded in understanding. By then, the faint roar of rotors could be heard in the sky, signaling the helicopter was not far away. Everyone's expression darkened as they scattered to find big trees for cover, unsure if they could hide successfully.
"How did the helicopter get here so quickly?" Lan Xue voiced her concern.
"Hard to say. Do you have any plans?" Luo Zheng asked calmly. The image of the Ninja surfaced in his mind. There were Ninjas at the research base, sothing he had witnessed firsthand. Ninjas excelled in tracking and stealth, and it was highly possible that one was lurking sowhere in the forest, watching them, ready to call in a helicopter attack upon discovery.
"There's a good chance the helicopter is equipped with a thermal imaging instrunt, so we might have to go head to head," Lan Xue said coldly, pulling the bolt back and bracing for combat. There was no escape; they had to fight.
Luo Zheng thought of the helicopter that had been shot down previously and shuddered. That ti, if the helicopter hadn't been flying so low and arrogantly, he wouldn't have had a chance. The enemy wouldn't make the sa mistake again, would they? Luo Zheng loaded his Incendiary Bomb, his expression impassive and his eyes heavy as he looked up at the sky.
Through the dense forest, a helicopter appeared in the line of sight, not far away. Judging by the direction it was flying, it had clearly spotted them. Luo Zheng's face iced over as he quickly aid his rifle and shouted, "Mountain Eagle, Xue Er, join forces to take it down. Ghost Hand, Snow Leopard, don't move, stay hidden and careful."
"No problem," Mountain Eagle promptly took aim from a kneeling position, responding as he did.
The helicopter moved quickly and was flying high, making it a difficult target. Luo Zheng's expression chilled as he quickly lowered his rifle, backed up against a tree, and shouted, "No chance, abort the attack, hide, don't expose yourselves."
Realizing the slim chances of a successful attack, everyone lowered their weapons and took cover behind large trees, curling their body into a ball and sticking close to the trunks to reduce exposure to gunfire. Luo Zheng observed the locals of the tribe who had concealed themselves, so just behind any tree they found. Those trees would be easily penetrated by the universal machine gun mounted on the helicopter, resulting in certain death. He hurriedly called out, "Hook, tell everyone to find thick, sturdy trees for cover."
"Da da da!" Before he even finished speaking, the helicopter started its assault, with bullets raining down like a downpour, hitting the ground and making a rustling sound. The shrill whine of the bullets combined, creating a fierce high-frequency shockwave that made people's scalps tingle with terror.
Luo Zheng felt his hair stand on end and quickly opened his mouth wide to lessen the brain-rattling impact of the sonic boom. He was shocked by the intensity of the gunfire, even more fierce than the last ti. He guessed it must be the Minigun M134 high-rate machine gun. This weapon had six rotating barrels, allowed for barrel cycling with direct current motor drive, an effective range of 1500 ters, a hit probability of 80% within a 6.5 ter spread, and could discharge 6000 bullets per minute, a firepower both ferocious and terrifying.
"Boom!" A rocket roared out like a demon, its terrifying montum sending it flying over. The mont it hit the ground, it exploded, a massive red cloud burst forth, and flas shot up into the sky. The ground trembled, trees were blown away, and those hiding behind them were blasted backward, their plight utterly miserable.
"Damn it," Luo Zheng cursed angrily, firing his gun. But then he spotted the helicopter swooping in from one side and was shocked. He quickly took cover on the other side of the large tree. Ruthless bullets hit the tree, making it tremble and nearly topple over, while countless bullet holes were left in the ground.
Luo Zheng huddled behind the large tree, the zipping and buzzing of bullets nearly driving him mad. He wanted to rush out, to escape the assault of the sound, but he forcibly clenched his teeth and endured, not daring to move. In the midst of such intensive gunfire, anywhere but behind the large tree spelled certain death.
"Pop, pop, pop!" A dense hail of bullets rained down relentlessly, causing despair. Mud and dirt flew, gun smoke filled the air, and the ard helicopter roared away triumphantly.
"Quick, scatter," Luo Zheng shouted, seizing the chance as the helicopter turned around to dash from the tree. There was nowhere to hide in the flat terrain. Seeing the helicopter turn to attack again, Luo Zheng quickly hid behind another large tree, his expression grave as ice, his heart boiling with rage. This was too cruel.
In the chaos, Luo Zheng saw Lan Xue and the others had changed their hiding spots and were temporarily safe. Turning to the tribal locals, many had died horrifically on the ground, their bodies torn apart, with limbs and flesh scattered everywhere. The rest were frantically looking for safe cover, so at a loss. Luo Zheng was shocked and yelled, "Quick, Hook, tell them to hide."
Hook, taking cover behind a tree and being a trained guerrilla fighter, knew how to evade and wasn't hurt. Hearing Luo Zheng's shout, he quickly gave a warning. By this ti, the ard helicopter had adjusted its angle and started strafing again, bullets pouring down like rain, leaving the forest in shambles.
Luo Zheng quickly raised his gun again as the helicopter attacked sowhere else. To his horror, he realized the helicopter was nearly a kiloter away, and with its high speed, it was impossible to hit from this distance. His face set firm, he attempted to increase his lead on the moving target, but the helicopter's flight path was too erratic—darting up, down, left, and right, making it impossible to lock on.
"The pilot's a pro, hard to aim at," Lan Xue shouted through her headset.
Luo Zheng, seeing even Lan Xue, who was a better sniper than himself, had no confidence, decided not to waste bullets. Looking left and right, he realized everyone was exposed on the ridge, clearly visible from the air—sitting ducks. The only option was to run downhill, luring the helicopter to fly low. He could take cover on the ridge, closing the distance to the helicopter. Maybe then there would be a chance. Thinking this, he yelled, "Hook, tell everyone to spread out as much as possible and run down the hill, quick."
Hook was confused, not understanding why Luo Zheng was telling them to expose themselves by running downhill. Wasn't that a death sentence? Seeing Hook hesitant and not giving the order, Luo Zheng grew frantic. Every mont, people were dying aninglessly. He roared, "Hook, what are you waiting for? Quick, attract the helicopter to fly low."
"Ah? Okay!" Hook blinked in surprise. Then, seeing Luo Zheng sprinting uphill with a sniper rifle in his arms, he quickly grasped the plan and started giving orders.
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