Occasionally there was sporadic fire fighting back on the ground. Irving was controlling Gatling to cut leeks when he suddenly saw two plumes of white smoke flying from the roof of a building below and immediately shouted.
While Owen yelled, Sandman pulled up the plane urgently and easily dodged the flying RPG.
Occasionally, RPGs with white smoke flying towards them from other places were low-cost and powerful. They were a favorite of terrorists from all over the world and almost became a standard equipment for terrorists.
Owen turned his gun and mopped up those who dared to fight back. After smashing all the helicopters, he began to focus on cleaning up those RPGs.
RPGs are popping up everywhere, and they are really cheap, so cheap that almost everyone in Chechnya has one.
The sound of the electric motor never stopped, and the tinkling bullet casings piled up in a pile at Owen's feet like running water. Those Chechens obviously did not have the power of the Sandman, and the flying rockets were thousands of miles away from the Black Hawk.
, but occasionally a blind cat encounters a dead mouse.
Da da da~~~
Irving operated Gatling to blast the RPG position on a roof to rubble. In the blink of an eye, two RPGs flew over. Irving reminded him again. Sandman pulled the joystick quickly and the Black Hawk maneuvered in the air.
With a bang, an RPG hit the belly of the Black Hawk, but Owen only felt the fuselage shake for a moment, and then returned to normal.
Owen continued to operate Gatling to kill, and Sandman's curse sounded in the headset: "Damn it, an RPG hit us, but the damage was limited, and the plane can continue to fly..."
Fortunately, the RPG hit the last bottom of the Black Hawk armor.
Sandman drove the Black Hawk around several buildings without letting go of the button in Owen's hand. At this time, there were many RPG shooters scattered on the roofs of various buildings. The roofs had a wide view and enough space, making it an ideal launching site.
Several rooftops that were relatively close to each other were swept by Gatling, and the shooters were beaten into pieces. Some RPGs were also detonated and exploded into fireballs before they were launched.
In the cabin, Hanshuang was shooting down with his rifle, but of course the results couldn't be compared to Gatling's.
The Sandman kept changing directions, making it impossible for the RPG shooters to predict accurately. Thanks to the Sandman's good skills, the RPGs seemed to be chasing behind them, but they were always a little slower.
There are RPG shooters on almost every roof, and Owen can't kill them at all.
"Price, which floor are you on? We can provide fire support..."
The Sandman's call sounded in the headset, and Price replied angrily after a moment: "We are stuck between the third and fourth floors..."
"Be careful, we'll be there soon..."
Sandman pulled the control stick, and the plane flew towards the building. RPG followed behind as if it was free of charge, but it was always just a little bit behind.
"Team B is in position and starting fire coverage..."
Sandman turned the plane sideways, and Gatlin's whine appeared at the right time.
The gunfire sounded, accompanied by the crisp sound of bullet shells falling. Owen's gun remained still, and as the helicopter moved forward, it swept all the way along the windows on the fourth floor of the building.
Gatling, which is braving the blue light, exudes a destructive aura. It is useless for enemies near the window to hide behind the wall. The 12.7 mm bullet can easily penetrate the wall and tear the target behind into pieces.
With the roar of the helicopter, the entire fourth floor was in a mess, and injured soldiers were constantly wailing in the thick smoke.
"Guys, I'll leave the rest to you..."
Sandman shouted on the communication channel that gunshots were heard from the fourth floor. It should be Captain Price and the others who took over the attack.
The helicopter turned an arc and pulled upwards, and Owen's target changed from the window to the RPG shooters on the roof.
As soon as a guy took aim, his Gatlin was split into two ends. Then the rocket was detonated, and he and several nearby companions were all on fire.
"Fake, the target person is not here at all..."
Price's curse suddenly came from the headset, and everyone on the plane looked stunned. These CIA intelligence analysts are too unreliable.
The core of special operations is accurate intelligence, but the CIA has made mistakes time and time again. Even if they had a hundred lives, they wouldn't be able to do this.
In the CIA building in Virginia, the intelligence analysts who heard the communication content looked at each other. After the initial test, they were originally confident that the target person Percy must be somewhere, but who knew, it was still a blank.
So where is Percy?
Barnes was very embarrassed. Everyone was busy, using their most professional knowledge to look for any useful clues that had been missed.
The people in the helicopter were just about to say something when Owen suddenly saw several RPGs flying towards them. This time the RPGs flew very accurately, and they were able to calculate their lead time accurately.
Just as Owen was about to warn Sandman, it was already too late. There was a loud bang and the Black Hawk beneath them was hit.
The rocket probably damaged the balance device of the plane. The plane shook violently and Owen was almost thrown out.
"Mayday, mayday, we were hit, the crash coordinates are PB-2..."
Sandman's calm report came from the headset. Owen didn't care about anything. He only had time to firmly grasp the handle of the cabin. To be honest, he admired these pilots. Only they could calm down when they were hit.
He continued to report his situation and coordinates. If it was Owen, he would probably only be nervously cursing.
The plane first shook and then rolled. From the moment it made contact with the ground, Owen suddenly lost consciousness.
…
In the building, Price was furiously cursing the CIA's incompetence. He was simply a pig teammate. He was British, but it didn't matter what Americans would think.
The CIA on the other end of the communication channel was so scolded by him that he didn't dare to reply. But at this time, news of Team B's pursuit came.
"Retreat, retreat immediately, abandon this mission, let's go rescue Team B, and the command center will arrange for a plane to pick us up and leave..."
Captain Price decisively issued the order to abandon the mission. He is the on-site commander and has the authority to make the most appropriate decision based on the actual situation.
"No, you haven't found the black box yet. You can't retreat. Keep searching..."
Who knew that what came from the other end of the communication channel was Barnes's voice of objection.
"Damn it, can't you fucking see it? Team B has crashed and we don't know whether we are alive or dead. What are you thinking? Those are you Americans. Do you want another Black Hawk Down? I am the on-site commander, I said
Retreat, the current situation no longer allows us to continue the mission, otherwise the entire army will be annihilated..."
Price wanted to take out his gun and point it at the chin of the guy opposite.
But Barnes continued to insist, "No, we cannot retreat, continue the mission..."
Obviously, in his eyes, a few lives cannot be compared with a black box, as long as those lives do not include him.
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That's it for today. Don't make wild guesses. It's definitely not "Black Hawk Down". I can't write that scene.