Chapter 19: Wolf of the Battlefield

Under the concentrated fire of hundreds of automatic rifles, there was simply no chance to replace the ammo box for the high-altitude and flat-level heavy machine gun. Zhanxiage grabbed his MP5 submachine gun, but facing the raging wind and rain, the constant battle between them and the bulletproof steel plates made the constant crackling sounds. Watching the snow around him rise and fall like a frenzy, with snowflakes constantly exploding, even a fool could understand that in this situation, no matter how many three heads and six arms he had with a Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield, The moment you show your head, you'll die!
Zhanxiage took off his bulletproof helmet and carefully propped it up with his MP5 submachine gun. Just as a few inches or two peeked out from behind the bulletproof steel plate of the dual-purpose heavy machine gun, the helmet rang with a series of clanging noises. Watching the helmet fly off by bullets and then instantly hit by more bullets in midair, turning into dozens of pieces, Zhanxiage couldn't help but open his mouth wide, shouting in his heart, "Damn, this is way too much!" ”
Suddenly, Long Jianhui's urgent call came through the communicator again: "Watch out! ”
After enduring rigorous training with special attention from several freak-level instructors, even in this situation where stray bullets flew and life could be at risk, Zhanxiage could still stay alert. His ears could still continuously report data to him. At this moment, Zhanxiage couldn't help but let out a painful groan, because from the sound of the ballistics, he could clearly tell that another rocket was coming toward him! And the shooting was extremely accurate!
At the moment the rocket fired from the Gaoping dual-purpose machine gun, Zhanxiage's explosive thigh pushed off with all his might, curling up in midair and shrinking into a sphere with the lowest chance of being hit. But his body was now a full 190 centimeters. Even if he could shrink into a sphere, it would still be several times larger than a steel helmet. Imagining himself hitting the ground, free from the protection of the dual-purpose heavy machine gun's bulletproof steel plate, instantly being smashed into a puddle of flesh by hundreds of bullets, Zhanxiage felt bitter in his mouth.
"Boom!!"
Behind him, the scorching air mixed with hundreds of shattered steel pieces shot fiercely toward him. For a moment, countless small steel pieces pierced Zhan Xiaoge's body. When he crashed to the ground, one of the small steel pieces pierced his muscles completely. Even after the strictest military training, Zhan Xiaoge was caught off guard by the pain and shuddered all over. His barely hugged body involuntarily spread out, lying on the ground in the most miserable posture, mouthfuling the snow. At the same time, the war hero screamed in his heart, "Damn, this is really doomed!" ”
Zhanxiage reached out and shielded his head with both arms. In the last few seconds of his life, what this rascal was thinking was: "You'd better not smash my head to pieces. That way, before you push me into the crematorium or bury me in the Kangxi Valie Martyrs' Cemetery, maybe my Yajie'er can still leave me a gentle kiss on the lips!" ”
He quietly waited for his body to be turned into a pile of flesh by the bullets, but he obediently lay there for a full fifteen or sixteen seconds. The gunfire that had been so intense it seemed like he wanted to dump all the bullets on him immediately stopped!
Zhan Xiage, puzzled, turned around. When he finally saw everything before him, his eyes widened.
Six Chinese bombers capable of carrying nuclear bombs formed a tight triangular attack formation, flying over the ice plates. Forty-two self-defense machine guns bombed the ground simultaneously. At the same time, there were ordinary bombs, laser-guided missile bombs, and remote-controlled missiles with televisions. Bombs that the heroes knew and didn't know were pouring down from the bomb bays as if they were free.
突然间地动山摇，突然间海枯石烂，突然间山在哭地在泣鬼在号神在叫，大地就象是刚刚吃了摇头丸一样，开始忍不住疯狂的摇动自己的身体，一波又一波爆炸波直直冲起二十多米高，中间掺杂着残肢断臂和被炸成各种零件的枪械。六架轰炸机上的四十二可活动自卫机炮，更象是在马路上驶过的扫路车一样，组成了一道密不透风让人看了就要目瞪口呆的弹幕，瞬间就在整个战场上梳理了一遍。
刚才还趾高气昂的xx恐怖份子们，阿富汗游击队们，国际雇佣兵们，现在就象是一群被大灰狼追杀的小母鸡般，咯咯乱叫漫山遍野的四处奔逃。
战侠歌一蹦三尺高，嘶声狂叫道：“我操你娘的，干得漂亮！我真是爱死你们了！！！”
Six bombers sped through the sky with force, the terrifying shockwave from supersonic flight making Zhanxiage, standing right beneath them, feel as if he'd been punched hard in the chest, and stars danced wildly before his eyes. Suddenly, six guys bigger than cruise missiles were thrown down from the bomber, tracing six neat and beautiful arcs in the air.
Zhan Xiage stared blankly at a giant that had crashed just under ten meters right next to him. With a year of military experience in the aviation force, he could tell at a glance that this was the drop fuel tank carried on a bomber. But could those six bomber pilots really be so foolish and throw the drop tank as a bomb?!
Suddenly, Zhanxiage jumped up like his butt was on fire. He didn't even have time to pick up his MP5 submachine gun dropped on the battlefield and ran off wildly.
Six bombers roared once again over Ice Daban, forty-two cannons roared once more, and six auxiliary fuel tanks scattered in different locations and corners of the battlefield exploded in turn. Flames shot skyward, and with these tanks as the core, burning aviation gasoline instantly covered every 150-meter radius.
Amid scattered gunfire, over a hundred fearless religious fanatics raised their automatic rifles and fired wildly into the sky. But they were not facing innocent Chinese civilians, nor the unsuspecting armed police soldiers, nor Chinese embassies abroad. They were facing the purest war fortress capable of directly dropping nuclear bombs, with a payload of 9,000 kilograms and wingspans of 38 meters!
Six bombers overlooked the area, firing waves of shells from terrorists who had probably planned for the Chinese Air Force to bomb the area, sending waves of muddy waves almost scorched by shells across the land.
Zhanxiage sprinted desperately, machine gun bullets hitting him again and again. The dirt from the blasts sprayed everywhere on him, and flames were everywhere on the battlefield, with a barrage of shells crashing down at him at any moment. At this moment, facing the continuous roar of forty-two machine guns overhead, any talk of judging the firing point by sound or any military evasion moves was just nonsense!
If you want to survive, the bet is on how fast you run; it's all about your luck!
But Zhanxiage suddenly stopped, because he saw, less than fifty meters to his right flank, behind a small icy slope, several international mercenaries had already set up two Stinger short-range single-man surface-to-air missiles. Even though he knew it was useless, Zhanxiage still instinctively roared, "Watch out! ”
The six bombers still sped low in two triangular formations in the air, moving at a leisurely pace. Zhanxiage reached out and picked up an AK-47 left by some unlucky guy, striking the mercenaries hard.
"Click, click, click......"
Zhanxiage's eyes widened. He reached out and pulled the bolt, letting out an angry roar: "Damn, it blew up......"
Behind a hill dodging six international mercenaries, two plumes of smoke suddenly rose, and two Stinger-style single-man anti-air guided missiles roared out, their white taillines crashing fiercely into the same Chinese Air Force fighter jet.
At this moment, time seemed about to stand still, and Zhanxia Ge's heartbeat instantly doubled...... If during counterterrorism operations, the Chinese Air Force rushes to support bombers and then gets down one by one by international mercenaries hired at great cost by terrorists, once word gets out, not only will it be the face of Chinese soldiers, but the entire nation of China would be utterly disgraced!
Facing the two piercing missiles roaring toward him, the pilot of the locked bomber yanked the control stick hard. In a critical moment, the bomber, with its wings fully 38 meters wide, managed to perform a dodge action in a seemingly impossible situation. The two missiles whistled past the wings, their combat wings shaking, cutting off the taillines left by the two Stinger guided missiles in the air.
The distance between life and death, honor and shame, in that very instant just now, was probably less than twenty centimeters.
Zhanxiage bounced and jumped, and on a battlefield where a barrage of bullets could be swept at him at any moment, he slapped his palm and shouted wildly, "Well done!" ”
Two Stinger missiles traced the most perfect and graceful arcs in the air, one on the left and one right, crashing again into the bomber that had narrowly escaped. The bomber, whose flight speed and maneuverability were far inferior to fighters, suddenly broke formation, revved all its power, sped toward the ground, then suddenly lifted up. A Stinger missile that was chasing the front slammed hard into the hard ground, "booming" into a cloud of smoke.
But the second missile merely brushed the ground and shot up, once again chasing the bomber that could only climb with full force on its own maneuverability.
Several international mercenaries let out a triumphant howl together: "Yes!" ”