"Let's go and take a look first, I hope the radio station has not been broken by us..." Fu Ming patted the sand on his body and picked up the rifle on the ground. "Be careful, the driver protection system of the Comanche helicopter is very good. Even if it hits the ground at a speed of more than ten meters per second, the safety seat can give the pilot a 95% chance of survival. Although the soldiers on the plane are in trouble, don't capsize the ship in the gutter!" He checked the scratches on his left arm. The wound was not very deep or painful.

Mo Bing limped over. He had already taken off his mask and was still spitting sand. "Dogs eat shit, it's so fucking he can't give face." He also found a rifle from the rubble of the pickup truck. "They should have American weapons there, and I still like to use NATO products."

Xu Cheng took the lead and ran over with a gun. The entire helicopter had fallen into ruins, leaving only the relatively sturdy cockpit part with a little complete look. He checked the driver and co-pilot inside and touched their carotid artery.

The driver suddenly jumped up and pointed the m9 pistol at Xu Cheng's head. Xu Cheng snorted coldly, ready, and directly grabbed the bolt of the pistol and pulled it forward. The barrel hood was pulled down directly. The driver was stunned. He never expected that Xu Cheng had such great strength to directly pull the groove of the barrel hood.

"You are still too tender!" Xu Cheng sneered, picked up the rifle in his left hand, smashed the driver's chin with a buttstock, and then made another shot.

"I originally wanted to grab a tongue, but it seemed that there was no need..." Fu Ming shook his head with a smile, and picked up the radio from the cockpit console. "This thing can still be used." A buzzing sound came from the radio. If there was a sound, it means that the thing was not broken yet.

"It seems there is news." Mo Bing raised his ears and frowned while listening carefully, while searching for weapons in the messy ruins behind him. "Oh, m4a1, my favorite. There is also fnscar, which is not bad, acr. I didn't expect this kind of thing to be used. Hasn't it been cut off by the US military!"

Fu Ming shook his head with a smile. The US military, especially members of the Marine Corps, had very casual weapons, and some people went to the battlefield with their own revolvers.

"Bird 1, please report your current situation. This is the headquarters. Repeat. Please report your situation. Thunder team is already on the way. Five minutes later, you can reach the combat range. Please answer when you hear it." The voice in the radio seemed very anxious, and the English was inconsistent.

"Thunder Group? What's the matter?" Xu Cheng touched his head, "Ground Force?"

Fu Ming also shook his head, "I don't know, we will know in five minutes..." He turned around and looked at the pickup truck that was already on fire and smoking, "Now we have become barefoot immortals. If we go to Beirut, we will not die?"

"What sound?" Mo Bing also sighed, and suddenly heard the roar of the engine, "Military car?"

Fu Ming was startled, "Follow me!" He quickly got behind the sand dune, poked his head out and looked outside, "Thunder Group... m1a2 Tank Battle Group!"

Xu Cheng and Mo Bing also quickly ran to the back of him, "It's really a lot of money. Even the main battle tank has been moved out. K, how much are you worth!" Mo Bing grew up and put on the mask again.

Fu Ming smiled bitterly, "I'm a priceless treasure!" He also frowned. It seems that it is impossible to get out of here. He will say that helicopters can still be shot down by machine guns, but this tank, without anti-tank rockets, cannot be destroyed by these rifles in his hand. The rocket systems on the helicopter are no longer usable, which makes Fu Ming very anxious.

"Boss, let's have a gamble." Xu Cheng squatted down and whispered, "Let's go separately, Mo Bing protects you to leave first. I bring a mask on it and pretend to be you to attract firepower. Maybe there is still a chance to go out."

"Xu Cheng, you're crazy!" Mo Bing looked at Xu Cheng in surprise. This behavior was equivalent to suicide. Xu Cheng could not survive the tank group alone. The sound of propellers came from the sky. It seemed that other helicopters had arrived here.

"There are really all the flying underground!" Xu Cheng took off the mask from Fu Ming's hand, "Boss, please agree."

Fu Ming had no choice but to nod, and walked together, and could only hang here together. There may be some chances to go separately, and the m1a2 tank group will not release the tanks alone.

"It seems that the plan to restore peace in this area is ruined. The United States is almost driving the aircraft carrier. The m1a2, as well as the previous Comanche and F22 fighters, should also have a large number of Marines following him." Fu Ming has even begun to worry about the situation of Blackley-spondal's party, but it seems that he is worried about it. Now Fu Ming knows that his power is also a relatively powerful arms dealer. Compared with the serious US government forces and NATO troops, nothing is wrong. No wonder his father Fu Zhongtian has always refused to allow him to confront CIA head-on. It is certain that he suffers losses. Maybe he will send his life in. "This is the only way to do it, but..."

"k, I know what you mean." Mo Bing also lowered his body and nodded at Fu Ming, "I will walk with Xu Cheng, you will walk by yourself. It seems that I am protecting the main target, and you are attracting firepower. They will have an illusion that if we two walk together, we will definitely be chasing us. With me here, Xu Cheng will be a little better."

Fu Ming sighed, "Are you okay?"

"When have I been afraid of death?" Mo Bing felt that his words were a little wrong, so he quickly spat a few times, "Bao, bah, crow's mouth! That Comanche's cannon should still be useful. I will be removed later and give the helicopters a little surprise. As for the tank..." He looked at Xu Cheng, "Is there any way?"

"The big turtle shell, there is no way. After killing the helicopter, escape immediately. Try to get close to the sand dunes. If you can climb the tank, the machine guns and smoothbore cannons on it are decorations!" Xu Cheng stared at Comanche, who was still emitting black smoke. "While the smoke and dust have not yet dissipated and their vision is insufficient, the boss will leave quickly and we will take off the machine cannon!"

Fu Ming nodded. "Be careful. See you at the Beirut city company station!" After that, he ran out without looking back. If things go well, he could find a house nearby, or even find a phone number and contact his own people for rescue. Xu Cheng and Mo Bing didn't seem to have been together for too long.

As soon as Fu Ming rushed out, Xu Cheng and Mo Bing looked at each other, nodded at each other, and ran towards the crashed Comanche. The two of them removed the 20mm three-barrel cannon at the fort and sat on the ground in a stable position.

Four m1a2 tanks roared to their side, and were still separated by a sand dune and could not shoot. In the desert, their movements were also affected and the turns were very slow.

As expected by Fu Ming, the three helicopters in the sky saw Fu Ming escape alone and determined that the remaining two were the main targets, especially Xu Cheng with a mask on his face, which was exactly consistent with the information sent by the Comanche helicopter before the crash. In addition, the faces could not be seen clearly from the sky, they ignored Fu Ming and began to shout at the two people sitting on the ground stabilizing the cannon.

"Listen, you have lost any chance to escape. Now, put down the weapons in your hands and surrender. In a short period of time, the US military will ensure your safety." The order they received was to try their best to catch them. As for this order, it was issued from CIA. Capturing Fu Ming can control Fu's trading and transportation company to the maximum extent and control a huge pillar in this IADC, which will naturally affect IADC's service methods more.

"Go to your grandma!" Xu Cheng yelled. He had already fixed the dismantled cannon, and the firing button was replaced with two exposed wires, "Eat the gun!"

Xu Cheng and Mo Bing touched the two wires in their hands together at the same time. Two 20mm machine guns turned their gun barrels and sprayed small shells. The rate of fire toward the ground can reach 1,200 rounds per minute. The sky was suddenly covered by machine gun shells. The Comanche helicopter in the front could not dodge and was hit in the cockpit. The power of the explosion caused the helicopter to roll in the air for several rounds, and then it hit the ground heavily, and with a bang, it exploded into pieces, and the rolled sand and dust rang out.

The other two helicopters saw that the situation was not good and directly raised the height and changed their position. The cannon in Xu Cheng and Mo Bing's hands on the ground was extremely recoiled and could only be fixed on the ground to attack the air, and they could not aim and change the shooting position.

"sh*t, headquarters, Bird 2 crashed, repeated, Bird 2 crashed, requesting to kill the target, we can no longer bear any losses!" The pilot of another helicopter shouted hysterically at the microphone.

"This is the headquarters. Don't worry about Cia's orders, allowing direct killing of targets, allowing fire!" The station's shooting was also annoying. In order to catch these three people, two Comanche helicopters have been lost. He really doubted whether these three people were driving a human-type combat mecha.

The driver who received the order turned his head and shouted at the weapon operator and the co-pilot, "fu*k, what are you still waiting for!"

The people on the helicopter had been unable to wait. The buttons pressed the buttons, and the guns pulled the trigger. The bullets and rockets poured towards the two of them, and kept exploding, blowing the sand into a small pit.

Xu Cheng and Mo Bing had already left the place. The two cannons lost any combat significance after destroying the first helicopter. Staying there was only a matter of seeking death. They were zigzag and ran up to the nearby sand dunes. Four m1a2 tanks were right behind the sand dunes. After a long time, the helicopters were shot down and crashed, and they had not turned around yet.

Fu Ming heard the explosion behind him and turned his head to take a look, "Wait for me!" He was still confirming the direction. The closer he got to the city of Beirut, the greater the possibility of finding communication equipment, and the sooner he could contact the crisis. He suddenly thought of the Zhuque 013-level universal human-type combat mecha that was conducting experiments at the Xinjiang test site in China. If it could be transported here at this time... tanks and helicopters were no problem. Fu Ming sighed, speeded up his pace, and silently recited in his heart.

"You two, don't die."
Chapter completed!