Chapter 68: The Final Battle

To adjust the sniper scope on this automatic rifle, Zhanxiage used two rounds—in other words, they only had two rifle rounds left in their hands!
The sniper scope on the AK rifle in Zhao Haiping's hand was clearly aimed at the left side of the canyon. Range: 400 meters, shooting target...... If you can't clear the Ten Rings, then absolutely don't take this quest!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
A crisp gunfire rang out, and Zhao Haiping hit two Russian high-explosive grenades already planted on the left wall of the canyon, each from a distance of four hundred meters. Two clouds of smoke rose from the canyon's cliffs, hundreds of shrapnel fragments mixed with a large amount of rubble, raining down on helicopters passing through the canyon.
Ma Kai-shek instinctively pulled the helicopter's control stick, causing it to nimbly veer five meters to the right. Watching the stone rain swirling in the sky, alarm bells suddenly sounded in his heart. Because at that moment, he suddenly thought of a question...... Even if he hadn't dodged the helicopter earlier, the shrapnel and rubble from those two grenades wouldn't have caused any real harm to the helicopter!
At that moment, Zhao Haiping's automatic rifle fired again. The second bullet was also their last automatic rifle bullet, cutting through a 400-meter long space and landing squarely on the grenade mounted on the right cliff of the canyon.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two Russian high-explosive grenades exploded with a roar. At that moment, Ma Kai-shek only felt bitter in his mouth. If the grenades on the left cliff of the canyon hadn't made him instinctively maneuver to dodge, he wouldn't have moved five meters to the right. Just this five-meter distance had already brought the entire helicopter within the range of the grenade explosion.
Ma Kai-shek shouted loudly: "Hold on tight!" ”
But at that moment, no one could hear what he was saying. Suddenly, a terrifying crackling sound erupted from the helicopter's cabin wall, like popping beans. Who knows how many shrapnel and stones had crashed into the helicopter in just two or three seconds. The special windshield in front of them suddenly burst into tiny cracks. The cracks grew larger and larger, radiating and extending to everyone's astonished gaze. When they merged and merged together, a spiderweb-like crack with all sorts of strange patterns formed on the entire helicopter's windshield.
Fortunately, these were just grenade fragments and blasted stones, not bullets aimed at helicopters! The grenade fragments and gravel that hit the helicopter's propeller were too light, and their impact speed was too slow. Before they even hit the propeller, the helicopter propeller blew it away.
Fortunately, the helicopter pilot was Ma Kai-shek! He was a battle-hardened veteran on the international mercenary battlefield and truly calm in chaos. After making an instinctive mistake, he could quickly reflect in his mind while rapidly pushing the helicopter's control stick, and in an instant, he would hurl the shockwave from the second grenade explosion hard behind the helicopter.
Staring at the tattered windshield in front of the helicopter, which seriously affected visibility, Ma Kai-shek couldn't help but let out a soft breath and thought to himself, "That was close!" ”
Before he could reach out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Ma Kai-shek's expression instantly froze, because at that moment, he heard another crisp gunshot!
The sound of this person rang out was the unique roar of a large-caliber self-defense pistol firing. Ma Kai-shek immediately lay down under the cockpit. At that moment, the Chinese soldier was clearly about to attack him, the driver. But this time, Ma Kai-shek was wrong again.
The Hero Song was aiming for a protruding mountain peak directly ahead of the canyon.
"Boom!!"
The anti-tank grenade produced by the Chechen base buried on the mountain was struck by the heroic song. Hundreds of stones, large and small, rose from the summit and rained down like a shower of stones. Some stones were only the size of a fist, but some were as heavy as half a millstone.
When Ma finally came to his senses, straightened up, and tried to control the helicopter to escape the dangerous area, hundreds of stones, large and small, had already struck their heads.
"Splash......"
The first to be smashed was the helicopter's windshield. A rock, about the size of a watermelon, shattered the window and flew straight in. Amirali, the third leader of the "Assassin Organization" sitting in the passenger seat, was caught off guard and struck directly in the chest by the stone. A terrifying sound like a wooden stick was crushed from inside his body. Amirali's eyes widened in shock. He stared at his chest, now devoid of any trace of human shape, at the massive boulder weighing thirty or forty kilograms that had crashed into his chest. A trace of despair appeared in his eyes.
Ma Kai-shek was truly stunned.
Amirali reached out to stroke the stone that had smashed into his chest, the corner of his mouth slowly lifting. In this situation, he could still manage a faint, helpless smile.
"Our dreams have not yet come true, our happy homeland still needs to be built with our own hands, and our holy war for freedom has only just begun...... How could I die?! Amirali said softly, "Ma Kai-shek, although you are my bodyguard, I have always regarded you as my most trusted friend." Please tell me honestly, am I really fighting hard for the happiness of our nation? Am I wrong? Could it be that I took up arms in pursuit of our freedom and democracy—was it my fault? I call every brother who believes in Allah to unite in order to build our happy home...... Is that wrong?! ”
Burning tears surged fiercely into Ma Kai-shek's eyes. He shook his head desperately and hoarsely shouted, "No, you are the best. Perhaps many people cannot understand us, thinking we are extreme in our methods, thinking we are outsiders, terrorists, but I know you are the best. I am proud of you, every brother and sister is proud of you, and Allah will be proud to have children and believers like you!" ”
A relieved smile finally appeared on Amirali's face. He slowly closed his eyes and softly said, "I really can't accept it......
On his own battlefield, Amirali, the third leader of the "Assassin Organization," closed his eyes forever, carrying his unfulfilled dreams and regrets.
For the "assassin organization," a true star general has fallen!
Just as Amirali took his last breath, a huge stone pierced through the rapidly spinning helicopter blades and slammed hard onto the cabin roof. The entire helicopter shuddered violently by thirty-five degrees, sitting right in front of the helicopter cabin door. With a 5.62 caliber heavy machine gun, he bombarded the heavy machine gunners who had been bombarding Zhanxiage and Zhao Haiping for a whole month. He only managed to let out a miserable scream before being thrown out of the helicopter.
The heavy machine gunner plunged at high speed through the air, screaming hysterically while dancing and performing all sorts of bizarre moves. After his body crashed for over ten seconds, he slammed hard into a protruding rock with astonishing acceleration. With the explosive sounds of his entire body, he looked like a water bag filled with clean water. With a "pop," blood splattered everywhere. The ribs piercing his chest and exposed in the air made it clear to everyone: On this heavy machine gunner, it seems there won't be a single intact bone left in him.
"Boom!"
Like a small boat in a raging sea, rocking nonstop, the helicopter, which had tried to stabilize thanks to Ma Kai-shek's efforts, was finally struck fatally. A stone weighing three to four hundred jin struck the helicopter's propeller from above. Amid the piercing metallic noise, countless sparks flew from the helicopter's propeller and the stone. The sturdy propeller blades, together with the three- to four-hundred-pound stone, instantly turned into hundreds of flying steel pieces and rubble. The second heavy machine gunner, sensing the situation was dire, had already taken cover in a safe position. Clutching the cabin armrail, the heavy machine gunner let out a heart-wrenching scream, piercing through the helicopter's cabin wall, with at least fourteen or fifteen deeply embedded pieces into his body. One of the steel pieces was even sliced diagonally across his face, instantly soaking his eyes with blood.
At that moment, the heavy machine gunner was bleeding all over. In extreme pain, he instinctively let go and covered his eyes, staggering aimlessly through the constantly shaking helicopter. Amid the cries of those nearby, his feet suddenly slipped and he involuntarily fell out of the helicopter.