Launching a shoulder-launched missile at such a close distance is likely to affect the No. 5 helicopter itself. If the No. 5 helicopter does not respond in time, the No. 5 helicopter may even crash.
But he couldn't care about that much anymore. Pilot No. 5 yelled on the intercom:
"No. 2, do you hear me? Launch shoulder-launched missiles with me!"
Seeing that No. 2 didn't respond to him for a long time, Pilot No. 5 knew that this guy probably wanted to deal with all this mess on his own, and he wanted to save his shells and reap the benefits.
"I'm really convinced. It's already this time and you still don't help me, right? Then I'll do it myself!"
Pilot No. 5 cursed fiercely, then aimed at the diving helicopter No. 4, preparing to press the launch button of the shoulder-launched missile.
However, unexpectedly, before he could press the launch button, Helicopter No. 4 took the lead and launched the missile towards No. 5, as if he had expected what he was going to do.
After No. 4 fired the shoulder-launched missile at the No. 5 helicopter, he quickly stopped diving, raised his height, and flew to the right side of its head to prevent the explosion from affecting him.
At such a close distance and facing a high-speed missile, Pilot No. 5 had no ability to deal with it, and he had no time to react correctly. He only knew that he was completely ruined.
"Grass!"
He spent his last effort to say these words, and then slumped down in his seat.
Just a "boom" sound was heard, the missile hit the helicopter, and there was another burst of dazzling fire, like gorgeous flowers blooming in mid-air, dyeing the night red.
Helicopter No. 5 was bombarded into large pieces and scattered on the ground. The pilot inside was also completely blown to pieces, and the entire wreckage of the broken helicopter was covered in blood and flesh.
The impact of the explosion caused the No. 2 helicopter on the side to tremble slightly. The No. 2 pilot was originally thinking of wishful thinking, but now he was only stunned:
No matter who is controlling the No. 4 helicopter, his decisiveness in killing and the ability to accurately control the missile launch distance have completely exceeded his imagination!
It was as if Helicopter No. 4 suddenly had a life and consciousness of its own. He was no match at all. No pilot would be its match!
Facing this ghost helicopter, pilot No. 4 has completely lost his desire to fight. He just wants to escape from here.
He pulled the helicopter's flight stick and flew back as fast as he could, trying to escape the shadow cast by the helicopter behind him.
But how could Gu Zhuo give him a chance?
He had just decisively launched a shoulder-launched missile at No. 5, leaving no way for him to survive. Because Gu Zhuo knew that either the people taught by these prophets would die, or they would die, and there was no way out.
Now seeing that No. 2 wanted to escape, Gu Zhuo also speeded up and followed closely behind the No. 2 helicopter.
It was obvious that the No. 2 helicopter was completely blinded by fear and forgot that it could not expose its weak back to the enemy.
After all, he was not a particularly good pilot in the first place, his quality was only second-rate, and he did not have the determination of Pilot No. 5 to defeat the enemy. Now that he was asked to deal with such a monster helicopter, he could only think of escaping.
method.
Gu Zhuo had just destroyed a helicopter with missiles. Seeing that the No. 2 helicopter in front of him was so panicked, an idea came to his mind.
He wanted to turn Helicopter No. 2 into his own weapon, so that his fire defense would be more powerful. As long as he did not use missiles, he would just find a way to crash Helicopter No. 2.
According to Gu Zhuo's understanding, when the helicopter's rotor rotates at high speed, once the blades are hit by shrapnel, they can easily break, causing the helicopter to lose control and crash.
Thinking of this, Gu Zhuo aimed two machine guns at the rotor of the No. 2 helicopter in front of him, and then concentrated fire on its weakest part.
At this time, the No. 2 pilot only felt a "ta-ta-ta-ta" sound above his head, like a heavy rain falling. He suddenly realized what had happened. The pilot was shocked and wanted to change the helicopter's flight path to stop it.
Dodge bullets.
But he didn't have such superb driving skills, and the weakest part of the rotor was constantly being focused on by Gu Zhuo, and it was on the verge of breaking at this moment.
His operation seemed very clumsy, and he felt that he could not control the helicopter at all.
Finally, there was only a "click" sound, the rotor was broken by Gu Zhuo, and the No. 2 helicopter completely lost control.
"Fuck, don't crash, let me fly!"
Pilot No. 2 saw that he could not control the helicopter and that it was still falling. He was frightened and became furious. He smashed the instrument panel hard and cursed while shaking all over.
Under his random movements, the No. 2 helicopter fell straight into the forest like a kite with its string broken.
The nose of the plane hit the ground heavily and slid forward for more than ten meters. It seemed that it was about to slide out of the sparks before it was buffered by a few thick trees.
Pilot No. 2, who was wearing a seat belt and a flight helmet, hit his head on the bulletproof tempered glass in front of him, causing his head to bleed.
But he still retained consciousness and did not faint.
Enduring the severe pain, he groped around and found a pistol. Then he opened the plane door, unbuckled his seat belt, rolled out of the plane, and fell to the ground.
"That guy crashed. I'm going to find him. You guys wait for me here."
Gu Zhuo on the other side used the footage from Helicopter No. 4 to locate the crash location of Helicopter No. 2. He let Helicopter No. 4 land on the spot, then stood up from the ground and rushed in that direction.
The pilot was still lying on the ground, holding the pistol and looking around.
There were nothing but woods around him. I don't know whether it was because of his brain damage or whether it was just like this here. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.
The pilot struggled to stand up from the ground. All the bones in his body were in pain as if they were falling apart. They made a "creak" sound when he moved. The pain was severe.
After he stood up against the plane, he took a few steps forward, then collapsed to the ground weakly, breathing heavily. The wound on his forehead was bleeding all the time, and it was all over his face.
When the pain reached a point where he was about to faint, he heard footsteps coming from beside him.
The footsteps sounded like some machine stepping on the ground, making a "click-click" sound.
The footsteps came closer and closer, and finally stopped beside him.
The pilot raised his eyes and saw a man wearing a pitch-black mechanical armor standing next to him. The man's figure was now submerged in the night, as if the god of death had come to take his life.
He used all his strength to raise the gun in his hand, pointed it at the man beside him, pulled the trigger, and fired all the bullets in one breath.
However, the bullets hitting him were all bounced away by the mechanical armor, unable to break his defense at all.
"Cao Nima's!"
The pilot threw the pistol away and cursed weakly.
He believed that the man in front of him was the pilot of Helicopter No. 4. For some reason, although he couldn't see his face, he always felt that there was a burning murderous intention bursting out of him.
He's a monster pilot, just like that monster helicopter.
Gu Zhuo ignored his insults. He squatted down and said to the pilot on the ground:
"You are also from the Prophet sect, right?"
The pilot no longer had the energy to speak, but he still grinned. He was going to die anyway, so it was better to have fun first and then die:
"Yeah, don't think you are very powerful. We are just the most insignificant minions under the great leader. We are just a few helicopters. When the leader knows that there are survivors here, he will definitely send the most powerful warriors
Send it over!
"When the time comes, just wait to die!
"hahahahahahahahahahaha..."
He smiled and suddenly spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, as if he had just suffered internal injuries.
Gu Zhuo clicked his tongue, stretched out a bayonet from his arm armor, pressed it against the man's chest, and said coldly:
"Isn't there a normal person in your prophetic sect? They are all like this, trying to catch a duck and talking hard. I suspect that your leader is a complete lunatic, so he can brainwash you into this!"
"Fart, our leader is the greatest man, he is a god, just wait to die!..."
The pilot spoke emotionally and kept coughing up blood from his throat.
"You deserve what you are doing now. I tell you, one day your so-called great leader will also suffer the consequences!"
Gu Zhuo said coldly, without hesitation, stabbed the pilot's chest with a bayonet, ending his life completely.