Chapter 45: Iron Blood Battle Banner (Part 2)

The 7.62mm caliber heavy machine gun fired relentlessly. Several militarily trained religious fanatics tied a rope around their waists—who knows if it could effectively guarantee their lives—standing in the constantly shaking helicopter cabin, they hurled rocket launchers, grenades, grenades, and even homemade bombs characteristic of the "assassin organization" from their bodies without hesitation.
Machine gun bullets swept past overhead again and again, hitting birch trunks as thick as bowls. Amid the thunderous crash, the birch trees were knocked down in patches. Staring at the twelve- or thirteen-meter-tall tree crashing straight at his head with a loud "boom," Zhan Xiagoge supported himself with both hands, jumped up from his hidden spot, and rolled rapidly on the ground. Before he could escape the tree's attack range, he heard a crisp "clang" sound, and some unknown object struck his helmet. A grenade bounced off Zhanxiage's steel helmet, flipped joyfully in the air, then jumped diagonally two or three meters before landing right in front of Zhanxiage. Staring at the Russian high-explosive defensive grenade constantly emitting white smoke, Zhanxiage kicked the grenade hard with a tackle-like motion similar to a football player.
The seven-second delayed defensive high-explosive grenade flipped and bounced off the ground, rolling and bouncing as it flew out. Zhanxiage only had time to turn his body before the grenade exploded after flying seven or eight meters. A cloud of smoke rose near Zhanxia Ge, dozens of shrapnel pieces whistling wildly past his head. Suddenly, a sound like beans popping came from Zhanxia Ge's backpack, filled with various bullets and grenades. Zhan Xia Ge couldn't help but silently shout in his heart, "Oh my god!" If these shrapnel had detonated the bullets and grenades on his body, then he would truly die heroically, die glorically, and die in an incarnation that could be everywhere!
Before he could wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, with a loud "pop," another explosive pack weighing six or seven jin landed in front of Zhanxia Ge. On this bundle, which looked like a pack of pastries, a small flame on the fuse was happily flickering, about to burn inside the explosive pack. Zhanxiage's eyes widened. Without thinking, he opened his mouth wide and bit down hard at the fuse.
"Sizzle......"
A wave of bitterness, astringency, spiciness, numbness, and astringency came from Zhanxia Ge's mouth.
Zhao Haiping, hiding thirty or forty meters away, called out urgently, "Master, how are you?" ”
"I won't die, pfft!"
Zhanxiage spat out a mouthful of saliva filled with too much gunpowder, but he couldn't help but lick his lips, because at that moment, he suddenly tasted a taste of meat that he hadn't had since entered these mountains to fight guerrilla warfare against the enemy. It was a ...... The aroma of grilled meat!
Suddenly, Zhanxiage's eyes widened again. He drowned out the fuse on the explosive charge with his saliva, barely saving his life. But this was like telling the enemy on the helicopter that he was hiding right here! Zhanxiage shook off his backpack, jumped up fiercely, and sprinted with all his might through the jungle.
Just as he was relentlessly firing like a cheetah, all the weapons on the helicopter—machine guns, rocket launchers, grenades, explosive packs, AK rifles—all the weapons on the helicopter were smashed down at the spot where he had just been hiding.
"Smack!"
Suddenly, his feet tightened. Zhan Xiage's heart shouted "Damn!" An unstoppable force surged from his right leg. He felt his body lighten, and a rope was binding his right leg, pulling him upward.
This was a handmade gift he had made himself, originally meant for the pursuers. Above the tree, he had left a sharpened branch. If anyone stepped into the trap, they would watch helplessly as their body crashed into the branch. Who would have thought that, facing a helicopter raid with nowhere to escape, he would fall right into his carefully designed deadly trap.
Zhan Xiaoge suddenly drew his Huya Combat Knife and stabbed it fiercely into the hard tree trunk. The blade sank into the tree trunk for a full ten centimeters, and the birch trunk and Tiger Fang Military Saber together emitted a terrifying sound that made one's teeth ache. At the same time, Zhan Xiage drew the self-defense rapid-fire rifle from his body and fired a shot at the rope hanging from him.
The rope was snapped in the middle, and after a brief pause of 0.1 seconds in midair, Zhan Xiage's body began to descend. At that moment, his mouth was full of bitterness. From stepping into the trap to escaping, it took only 1.5 seconds—truly well-trained and quick to react. But even those five seconds were enough for the helicopter's heavy machine gun to chase right in front of him.
"Rat-tat-tat......"
The crisp sound of AK automatic rifle fire rang out from more than thirty meters away. After finishing all the bullets in the magazine, Zhao Haiping simply tossed aside his automatic rifle, grabbed their battle flag stained with the blood of dozens of terrorists, jumped to a prominent spot, and desperately waved the flag while stretching his neck and shouting, "I'm here! You bunch of bastards, come and kill me! ”
Zhan Xiaoge, who had fallen straight to the ground and hadn't even had time to jump, slapped the hard ground beneath him and shouted hoarsely, "Zhao Haiping, what the hell are you doing? Run!" ”
The heavy machine gun, which was about to tear Zhanxiage in half, suddenly stopped firing. After less than two seconds of pause, the unique roar of the 7.62mm machine-mounted machine gun rang out overhead. Zhao Pinghai hoisted the half-red, half-white battle flag and fled in panic. Behind him, the machine-gun's airtight bullets formed a visible dragon on the ground, slashing fiercely at Zhao Haiping amid the terrifying crash of the forest breaking and collapsing.
Zhanxiage grabbed the automatic rifle he had thrown under a big tree and aimed it at the sky overhead, almost completely covered by leaves and branches, making it impossible to see the target or snipe effectively. Amid the crisp gunfire, bullets burst forth with the anger of Chinese soldiers, the friendship of Chinese soldiers, a bond closer than blood, fiercely shooting into the vast, boundless sky above them, carving straight, brilliant, and regretless marks.
In the dense forest beneath the helicopter, the sound of AK automatic rifles firing rang out from one spot, while another spot saw a red flag fluttering in the wind. Even in the dense thickets, the green leaves covering the mountain couldn't overshadow the fiery colors and passion on the red and white battle flag!
Zhan Xia Ge fired desperately into the sky, shouting wildly: "Come hit me, come kill me! I am Zhan Xia Ge, I am your target!" That useless guy with heavy machine guns, turn your gun around! Your boss Amirali's younger brother is the one I shot off on the head! ”
Zhao Haiping desperately swung the red flag in his hand while simply raising the self-defense pistol he had seized from the battlefield and firing it into the sky. This honest and rarely talkative man straightened his neck at this moment, jumping up and down, shouting, "The battle flag is in my hands. Are you all blind? Don't tell me you can't see such a conspicuous target!" ”
Both of them were desperately trying to expose their positions, both desperately trying to show their importance, hoping the heavy machine gun would strafing at them, because they both understood that as long as they could draw the gun's fire to their side, their brothers, comrades, and comrades would be safe!
The heavy machine gunner on the helicopter was stunned. He had carried out this kind of high-altitude attack mission more than once. He was used to seeing civilians fleeing in panic, and professional soldiers lying on the ground who didn't dare to raise their heads or even raise their guns to fight back. Using rifles and heavy machine guns to exchange fire was essentially a suicide attempt. But in his life, on the battlefield he experienced, when had he ever seen someone so determined to seek death, risking everything to reveal his position?
The sound of AK automatic rifle fire suddenly stopped in the dense forest. Immediately, a single-shot signal flare used by Chinese special forces shot into the sky. This flare could shoot straight up to 300 meters high. The heavy machine gunner on the helicopter was truly startled. Instinctively, he turned his gun to give up on Zhao Haiping, who was about to be hit, and fired again at Zhanxiage's hiding spot.
Zhanxiage shook off the now useless signal flare launcher in his hand, laughed wildly, and fled in panic. Machine gun bullets rained in front of him, left, and right, sending up small muddy waves on the hard ground. He laughed loudly and shouted loudly. He raised his pistol and fired wildly, grabbing grenades from his body and tossing them on the ground. After running ten or twenty meters, he would fire back, determined to find every way to reveal his location to the enemy!