Chapter Sixteen: Metal Storm in the Human Body

  Masturbating, this phrase, in later generations, is an action with rich imagination, the favorite of countless silk men.

  And now, as soon as Muhammad mentioned playing airplane, Khwaja's eyes lit up immediately.

  Last time he fought tanks, Khwaja thought he was bold enough. Which of the several guerrilla units around dared to take the initiative to look for trouble with Soviet tank troops? Only himself!

  Who knew, this instructor from Pakistan was even bolder, directly saying the purpose of this trip, to play airplane!

  What plane are you flying? Of course, it's the one that just followed itself and even gave itself a few bullets, knocking down that big tree and almost crushing the enemy's truck with its annoying doe.

  Now, going to beat down those flying guys from that day, Khwaja was also excited.

  For guerrilla fighters, the threat of that doe is far greater than that of a tank. A tank is formidable, but if guerrilla fighters hide in small roads, they can escape.

  However, the helicopter is flying in the air and flies much faster than the two legs of a guerrilla fighter, so it's very likely to be discovered by this helicopter.

  Khawaja didn't think of taking a helicopter but couldn't think of a good way.

  However, this Muhammad is a man who constantly creates miracles. Since he said he wants to go and shoot down the plane, he will definitely be able to do it!

  Thinking of this, Khwaja gripped the AK-74 rifle he had just picked up tightly and followed.

  Muhammad ran back the way he came, and soon reached the edge of the forest. At this time, in the distance, that rumbling sound was getting closer and closer.

  Muhammad looked back and this time, the guerrilla fighters who went with him to blow the whistle were twenty-four in total. One was killed in battle, leaving twenty-three.

  Now, we have captured three 12.7mm caliber M1938

  DshKM heavy machine gun, one PPK light machine gun, this requires seven people to operate, the remaining sixteen people, each holding an AKM or AK-74 assault rifle, switched to burst mode, such firepower is enough to destroy a helicopter.

  As this is the edge of the forest, there are fewer trees, and you can clearly see the sky above your head.

  "We divided into three rows, five meters apart, with one heavy machine gun and five automatic rifles in each row, and each person was five meters apart." Muhammad said: "The extra people and the light machine gun are all in the last row."

  At this time, they had heard Muhammad's words and knew Muhammad's tactics. They used multiple people to form a firepower network, using a burst of metal rain to cover that helicopter!

  In fact, this tactic was not thought of by Muhammad, but rather by the Afghan guerrillas themselves.

  In later films, it is often seen that RPG rocket launchers are used to attack the opponent's armed helicopters, such as Black Hawk Down, which is very classic. Unfortunately, this is a Hollywood blockbuster.

  In fact, using RPG to shoot down a helicopter is about as likely as shooting down a mosquito with an artillery piece. The accuracy of the RPG is not high to begin with, and even when used against tanks, it's necessary to get close before succeeding, whereas hitting a rapidly moving helicopter is almost impossible.

  The most suitable weapon for attacking helicopters is the American Stinger portable anti-aircraft missile, which is a sharp tool for attacking helicopters. Unfortunately, this weapon has not been planned to be exported to guerrilla forces by the United States at present.

  So for them, now, there are almost no suitable weapons to shoot down helicopters. In this situation, the guerrillas, adapting to local conditions, have invented a way of using human metal storms to shoot down helicopters.

  Dozens of people, lined up in a phalanx formation like ancient warriors, wait for the helicopter to fly over and then simultaneously launch a fierce hail of bullets to greet the enemy's helicopter.

  Although the female deer's special armed helicopter has armor in key places such as the belly, cockpit and engine compartment, if it is hit in certain special locations, it can still be shot down.

  Especially since the AK-74 and AKM can't penetrate the armor of the BMP, but 12.7mm heavy machine guns can still cause enough damage to it.

  Muhammad is very confident about this.

  His truck had vanished, disappeared into the woods, the tire tracks on the road still visible, that helicopter would definitely fly over low and then from here, towards the treetops, searching for its target.

  So, ambushing here is the best choice!

  Of course, if they were discovered by the female deer, the consequences would be severe. The female deer's rocket shells would definitely pour over without hesitation, and as the rockets exploded one by one, they would all be finished off here.

  In fact, Muhammad knew that he had no choice. If they didn't shoot down the helicopter, they wouldn't be able to escape, even if they abandoned the truck and ran out of the forest. As soon as they came out, they would be ruthlessly eliminated by the helicopter. And it was no use waiting until night to run either, because by then the Soviet ground troops would have arrived, and at that time, no one would be able to escape.

  Muhammad gritted his teeth, and the rumbling sound was getting closer and closer.

  "No target found, target has disappeared." The weapons operator in front said amidst the roar of the powerful vortex engine.

  His field of vision is the best, and his eyesight is also the best. He was the first to discover that truck.

  However, after spewing out flames behind the truck, the pilot in the back made a wrong move, actually adding collective pitch, advancing throttle, and pushing the cyclic stick to the side, causing the helicopter to bank and climb.

  After pulling up, the pilot began to order: "Prepare rocket projectiles."

  On both sides of the wing, UV-32-57 rocket launchers are suspended, 32 57mm caliber rockets, enough to blow that car to smithereens.

  "Ready, just about to launch." The pilot said, followed by a dissatisfied voice from the front weapons operator.

  Actually, when tracking the truck, he was ready to launch, but just as he was about to press the launch button, the helicopter made a big overload maneuver, fortunately, he didn't press it, otherwise, the rocket would have been fired into the sky.

  Upon hearing the voice of the weapon operator, the pilot knew he had just made a mistake and repeated his previous action. The doe changed direction again and entered the attack route.

  Who would have thought that the truck that was just there had suddenly vanished into thin air.

  In such a short time, that truck, not an airplane, how could it suddenly disappear? The pilot first pulled up high and patrolled in the air for a circle, only this small forest was the most suspicious.

  However, it was still unclear from high altitude, so the helicopter had to be lowered, down to the point where the gunner's hands were almost visible on the ground, before moving forward.

  As expected, it has entered that small forest!

  "We'll just use rocket propelled grenades, cover that small woods." The weapons operator in front gritted his teeth and said.

  Below is a dense forest, not a grassland. If there were people hiding in the grass, a helicopter could lower its height and use the wind stirred up by its rotor to blow away the grass and find them. But once they entered that small forest, it would be really hard to search for them.

  If it were ten years later, with the advancement of technology, they could have used infrared devices to detect that truck from a distance. After running for a long time, the engine would have been hot by then. Then, they could have dealt with it easily using infrared-guided weapons. But now, all they had was a pair of naked eyes.

  It's too much trouble to find it this way. Why not just blow the whole forest away? The rocket pods on either side should be enough to get the job done.

  "No, let's fly over and take a look first," said the pilot.

  In a two-man crew, the pilot's rank and position are always higher than that of the weapons system officer, so the WSO in front, although discontented, did not say much.

  The pilots also had their own considerations, although they were eliminating the guerrillas, but if they completely destroyed a small forest in this way, it was a bit too reckless, and when they returned, they would also be scolded by the commander.

  Search around, can't find it, blast this small forest is not late, anyway, now all the weapons are ready, and those guerrillas can be killed with that truck at any time.

  He didn't know that his carelessness would cause the two of them to be defeated and sink into the sand.

  The gunner's hands were tense with anticipation, his eyes scanning the woods closely through the leaves, looking down below. The truck wouldn't be able to go far into the woods even if it could enter, so it must be nearby, and he would soon discover it.

  "Humming, humming", like a super-large fly, the female deer thundered and flew over the forest.

  "Note, there should be a lead, aim at the empty space in front of the helicopter, listen to my command." Muhamed was still uneasy, so he stood behind the last DshKM machine gun, which had its mount installed at the highest point, sitting on the ground, just enough to make the muzzle face the sky.

  It has finally come down to this moment, success or failure hangs in the balance, and yet Muhammad's heart is calm.

  That arrogant doe finally flew over, the propellers stirring the air and making a loud whooshing sound. The two radial engines on either side were also emitting a buzzing roar. On both sides of the fuselage, you could see the rocket launchers, poised to strike.

  When heroes meet on a narrow road, the brave win; if not successful, they become martyrs!

  "Fire!" Muhammad shouted loudly, at the same time, his finger pulled the trigger, and the 12.7mm caliber machine gun started to vibrate rhythmically, bullets on the bullet chain were continuously sucked into the chamber, and the muzzle spat out flames non-stop, as if the bullets were pouring out for free.

  Fire! Heard the voice of Muhammad, heard the heavy machine gun sound, the rest of the people, without any hesitation, also shot out the bullets of revenge towards the sky, towards the front of that huge object.

  The heavy machine guns were spitting out tongues of fire, the cartridge chains rattling loudly. Apart from these three heavy machine guns, including PPK light machine guns and AKM, AK-74 rifles, all were held by guerrilla fighters, standing and firing.

  Khawaja was shooting the most fiercely, and only then did he know why Muhammad didn't let him use that handy sniper rifle. Sniper rifles are not suitable for shooting helicopters. Now, this AK-74 in his hand had been switched to continuous fire mode, firing wildly at the sky, at the helicopter.

  Sixteen automatic rifles, sixteen streams of metal, and four machine guns, an even more powerful stream of metal. These streams converged into a mighty storm of steel, striking the helicopter in the sky with their most ferocious blow!

  The helicopter that was swaggering in the sky above their heads was also nothing but scum in front of this firepower net!

  Hit, hit, hit!

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