Chapter 43: Ambushing the Doe

  James saw that Muhammad was most interested in the helmet, so he picked one up too. He looked at it in surprise and found a 7.62mm bullet embedded on the helmet, but it didn't penetrate! Looking at the metal inside, all he could do was let out a long sigh, damn it! The Soviets really have money!

  Not all Soviet people have money, and the high-quality titanium ore suitable for mining and smelting is mostly distributed within the Soviet Union. The Soviets control so many resources and have the advantage of a planned economy, they can mine whatever they want, it's just an administrative order.

  Wearing the helmet, Mohammad continued to climb up the mountain, looking at the Soviet soldier holding the wireless radio, who was still tightly hugging the wireless radio. At this time, the wireless radio was still transmitting a call: "SP, SP, Falcon will arrive in five minutes, hold on!"

  "All around us are guerrilla fighters, we're retreating along the canyon to the west, please provide support quickly!" Muhammad picked up the radio and said in urgent Russian.

  "Rat-a-tat." As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled the trigger and fired two shots into the sky. Then, he heard curses coming from the radio. The gunfire was so close that the sound transmitted through the radio was incredibly loud, and it's unknown whether the eardrums of the pilot on the other end were shattered.

  Putting down the wireless radio, Muhammad made a gesture to the rest of the guerrilla fighters. Two or three guerrilla fighters put on Soviet uniforms and ran westward along the valley, followed by the pursuit of the main force of guerrilla fighters.

  This battle will annihilate not only the Soviet special forces but also lure in the Soviet's elite troops to come and die here!

  The reason why Muhammad waited until the opponent ran to the top of the mountain and contacted the doe before ordering the sniper.

  Two female deer, constantly shuttling in the northern mountains. This time, it's not an ordinary unit that's on the move, but rather the elite and daring SP special forces. If this unit were to encounter an ambush by guerrilla fighters and be annihilated, it would have a significant impact on the morale of the Soviet troops.

  The commander of that unit was too self-righteous and refused the helicopter's firepower support, otherwise, the helicopter had been patrolling in the air above the battlefield, ready to provide support at any time.

  And now these two female deer are flying continuously in the northern mountainous region, when they flew over a valley, a pilot shouted: "Three o'clock direction!"

  Turning his head to look back, the hillside was covered with blood, and there were more than a dozen corpses of Soviet soldiers, exposed on the hillside, still tightly holding their guns in death, maintaining a fighting posture.

  "SP, SP, come in please." The pilots continued to call out, they had arrived above here, but did not find any living Soviets or partisans.

  After calling for several rounds, there was no response at all. The wireless signal in the mountainous area was too poor.

  "Boom!" Just then, a loud explosion sounded from the distant valley, and smoke billowed up.

  "Pursue!" The pilot pressed down on the control stick, and the aircraft turned towards the direction where the explosion sound came from.

  The helicopter's rotor stirred the air, emitting a loud whooshing sound. The engine at the top roared even more sharply. The pilots of both helicopters widened their eyes, about to find the guerrilla team! They must be eliminated!

  The rocket nests on both sides of the short wing pylon have been electrified and are in a state of readiness to fire at any time.

  They flew low along the valley, and when they suddenly turned through the valley here, they saw a fierce chase in the front valley.

  Several Soviet soldiers, covered in blood and fleeing in disarray, ran while firing back at the pursuing forces.

  Behind them were nearly twenty guerrillas, who were constantly chasing after them. They would occasionally stop and fire their guns, letting the bullets pour over.

  "Get ready to fire at once." The pilot shouted.

  "No good, it's too close, we'll end up hitting our own people." The gunner said.

  The distance between the two sides was less than twenty meters at closest, and with even slight deviation, the rocket would hit among Soviet soldiers.

  "Get in closer!" The pilot lowered the control stick, and the doe descended in altitude. He simultaneously switched his weapons to the machine guns under the nose of the plane, got closer, and then fired with the machine gun, killing these guerrillas!

  "James, you're on." Muhammad said to James.

  The people in front were acting, to prevent the Soviets from hitting them, they were very close, but there was still danger, at the same time as they performed, Muhammad and James hid at the entrance of the valley, the Soviets' attention was all on the Soviet soldiers and guerrillas chasing in front, without noticing that behind a large stone, the greatest threat was hiding.

  Weapons are meant to be used, and now that I have just gotten my hands on Poison Stinger, I should first demonstrate the power of this weapon.

  "No problem." Next to James, a box of weapons was opened, and he took out a long tubular weapon from inside. He first inserted the BCU operating handle and unfolded the IFF antenna. Then he removed the protective cover in front of the launch tube, revealing a transparent fragile disc cover with an infrared guidance head shining through.

  Hefting the thing onto his shoulder, James depressed the pulse initiator switch, activating the weapon system. The pulse initiator energized the BCU, which released the 6,000-psi argon coolant inside to the infrared seeker through the cooling lines. To detect an infrared target, the guidance head had to be cooled down. At the same time, the chemical battery was activated, and the infrared guidance head cooler system, gyroscope spinning, detection electronic system, guidance electronic system, all subsystems began to operate at full speed.

  James opened the sight, starting to visually capture, inside presenting the outline of that huge doe. The infrared sensor on the guidance head captured the infrared rays released by the engine, making a crisp "ding" sound.

  "Alright!" James yelled: "You're on, baby!" He swung his body around, continuing to follow the doe, keeping the scope trained, and then squeezed the trigger.

  "Whoosh." A flame-tipped poison dart missile shot out of the launch tube and charged towards the flying doe, striking it with great force.

  "Missile! Missile!" The helicopter behind shouted loudly, discovering the missile flying in from the side, and warned the helicopter in front.

  Hearing the call on the radio, the pilot pulled hard on the cyclic, a huge doe deer leaping out of the ground from low altitude. Although RPGs were a threat, they weren't that big of a deal - those things were unguided and often a dozen or so RPGs would fly in, whizzing past various parts of the helicopter before exploding harmlessly in the sky.

  Many times, it's all shock and no danger.

  The pilot thought so, and at the same time, the doe began to climb rapidly in the mountainous area, where the pilot's quick eyes and hands were basic skills.

  The pilot behind watched the incoming RPG with his eyes wide open, agilely turned around, followed the helicopter in front to climb high, and then flew into the engine compartment on top of the Hind. With a loud explosion, thick smoke burst out from the top of the Hind, which began to fall towards the ground.

  Damn it! What kind of RPG is that?! It's like having eyes in the back of your head! The pilot behind knows the situation is urgent, this might be a new weapon, and now he needs to get out of danger quickly!

  He also pulled up and climbed almost at the same time.

  "Damn it, I have to let this one go." James cursed as he watched the doe that was about to fly away in the sky. This poisonous thorn operation was complicated and only he knew how to do it. He had already taken down one, and if he shot again, there wouldn't be enough time.

  That doe will fly away quickly before James gets ready.

  "It can't escape." A voice whispered in his ear.

  James turned his head and was surprised to see Muhammad coming with a poisonous thorn as well.

  Just now, when aiming, it was also James' first real shot. He was very cautious and focused, and didn't have the energy to notice what was happening around him.

  Just as James loaded a poisonous dart, Muhammad also loaded one. As James pulled the trigger and shot out the poisonous dart, Muhammad simultaneously entered the aiming phase.

  The two must fire separately; otherwise, if the two missiles were to attack the same helicopter, it would be a waste.

  Compared to James' high tension, Muhammad was a bit more relaxed, for example, while aiming, he could still catch James' words.

  "Damn it, you're going to waste that missile!" James shouted. How could an untrained person possibly launch a missile and hit the target? This was a complex and expensive missile!

  "Boom." Just as James' voice fell, a poisonous dart missile flew out of the launch tube on Muhammad's shoulder.

  James shut his mouth instantly, staring at this missile flying towards the helicopter in the sky. Damn it, exceeded the shooting range!

  If you just look at it on the surface, carrying a portable missile launcher, aiming and shooting seems easy, but there are many doors to learn inside.

  Infrared seekers of this era are still quite primitive, the helicopter's engine is the largest source of infrared heat, and shooting at the engine is the most suitable way for anti-tank missiles.

  At the same time, just as James took aim, the doe's side was facing them, with the largest projected area and easiest to hit.

  And now, when the helicopter in front was shot down, the one behind it pulled up and turned around, and now its nose is facing them.

  The air intake is the entrance of the engine, where the temperature is the lowest. To hit it, even more precise aiming skills are required, giving the missile enough locking time.

  This one is definitely going to fly! Just as James was thinking, the missile flew quickly forward and then accurately drilled into the top of the doe.

  "Boom!" Before his eyes, a blazing fireball, the second helicopter was also easily shot down!

  Is this okay?