Chapter 45: Iron Blood Battle Banner (Part 2)

Zhan Xiaoge suddenly twisted his body, and blood gushed out from a bloody trench plowed by bullets on his left shoulder.
Zhao Haiping panicked. He threw down the red flag in his hand and glared wildly, shouting, "You only have a signal flare?" I have one too! ”
Amid the sharp whistling, two signal flares—one red and one green—shot into the air. The heavy machine gunner, who had been completely stunned by the two Chinese soldiers, acted like a foolish bird and actually turned his gun again, firing a torrential storm of bullets toward Zhao Haiping.
"Kakaka......
Inside the helicopter, a faint cracking of knuckles came from the engine. Although the engine roar drowned out the faint sound instantly, Amirali still miraculously sensed something unusual from Ma Shijie, the bodyguard captain and helicopter pilot who had been by his side for five years. He glanced at Ma Shijie, whose face flushed red and eyes shooting a blazing flame that could shatter stone. Then he looked at his hands gripping the helicopter control stick, whose knuckles had turned white from overexertion. Amirali put on the onboard communicator and asked, "What's wrong?" ”
"They are real men. I want to fight them myself, not look down on them from a helicopter and watch others fire heavy machine guns at them!"
"Oh?" Alameili raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do they compare to the French mercenaries you have worked with and the other Free Mercenary Corps?" ”
"Without a real fight, I can't be sure of their individual combat strength. But......" Ma Shijie said honestly, "In a group special operation with equal numbers, if we mercenaries really fought against such Chinese soldiers, we would surely die!" As mercenaries, after spending a long time together, we can trust each other and become brothers who share everything. If conditions allow, we can carry wounded comrades out of the battlefield, but we will never risk our lives for the sake of the enemy! We dare not expose our target under heavy machine gun and rocket artillery fire from helicopters, for the sake of our own brothers! I can say that the Chinese soldiers under attack beneath our feet are no longer fighting partners but brothers—brothers closer than kin, brothers who die and everyone else will go mad! Such an army only grows more frenzied and more frenzied the more they fight on the battlefield! When they truly shed blood and truly died, that was the most terrifying beginning of their enemies! ”
Ma Shijie finally concluded: "Just watching them do this makes me feel a strong fighting spirit welling up in my heart, let alone for themselves. Chinese soldiers, when weapons and training are equal, are truly invincible!" ”
Amirali glanced at John Mitchell, the "Battlefield Golden Retriever" who was already stunned by everything before him, clutching the microphone but unable to say a word, and at the reporter who had been broadcasting the battle to the world via satellite channels via camera. His lips twitched, but he said nothing.
At this point, Amirali truly had nothing to say.
At this point, Amirali truly understood why the Chinese Army could be invincible!
Even if he managed to kill these two Chinese soldiers, so what? They have already sent China's military spirit and fighting spirit through that camera and satellite channels to at least 500 million people worldwide!
And now Amirali vaguely understood that he had no chance to torture and kill these two Chinese soldiers, because they would die for the sake of their brothers fighting alongside them...... A fight to the death! Those who haven't been there will never understand this burning emotion, so deep it can't be mixed with any impurities, nor will they grasp the true meaning and weight of the phrase "brothers sharing the same pot" in the hearts of these iron-blooded soldiers!
The 7.62mm heavy machine gun on the helicopter finally stopped roaring. The gunner sat amid the bullet casings on the ground and shouted loudly, "The machine gun is out of bullets!" ”
Religious fanatics carrying rocket launchers also reported, "My rocket launcher shells are out too!" ”
Ace war correspondent John Mitchell only came to his senses at this moment. Clutching the microphone, he looked at the woods beneath his feet, battered by three thousand heavy machine gun bullets. Looking around, wisps of white smoke rose everywhere—marks from rocket launchers. He said uncertainly, "Those Chinese soldiers are probably already dead!" ”
The photojournalist suddenly let out a startled cry: "Look!" ”
On a ridge already exposed by heavy machine gun bullets, amid wisps of light smoke, a red-and-white iron-blooded battle flag with four or five bullet holes and red and white was raised again!
Zhao Haiping reached out and pulled open the collar of his military uniform, letting his chest be exposed to the still chilly mountain wind. With both hands, he raised the battle flag that belonged to the war hero song and his own. While everyone was staring in shock, at another spot in the forest without any shade, the rhythmic burst of automatic rifle bursts suddenly rang out.
"Tap-tap......"
The heavy machine gunner was the first to be shot. Spinning with blood spurting from his body, he plunged headfirst into the helicopter, performing a descent in midair that matched Newton's gravity, then crashed heavily into a birch tree. When he finally rolled down to the hard ground, all his ribs were broken, piercing through his chest and back.
"Tap-tap......"
The second to be shot was a religious fanatic armed with a rocket launcher. Before departure, he had held a military knife and proudly declared to the camera that he would slowly slit the throat of a Chinese soldier. He stared in disbelief at his throat, his two beads staring like goldfish's eyes, filled with unbelievable pain and despair. After struggling a few times, he also crashed headfirst into the helicopter.
"You two bastards are the most damn annoying!"
Muttering to himself, Zhan Xiagege turned his gun toward the helicopter's cockpit. Ma Shijie yanked the control stick hard, and the helicopter quickly soared. The fifth and sixth rounds fired by Zhan Xiage only hit the helicopter's sturdy landing gear, sending off two brilliant sparks in vain.
If Zhanxiage knew Amirali was personally stationed inside the helicopter, he would shoot him dead and shoot the pilot, then fire about twenty bullets at the helicopter's engine position!
Dense gunfire rang out through the jungle. After this period of fierce fighting, the more than two hundred joint troops who had been closely following Zhan Xiage and his group were now less than five hundred meters away. Staring at the rapidly fluttering red and white battle flag, Amirali's face darkened as he ordered, "Fly to the front and drop the brothers on the plane. Attack from front and rear, completely surround those two bastards. I refuse to believe they really have three heads and six arms!" ”