James saw that Muhammad was most interested in this helmet, so he couldn't help but pick one up. He was surprised to see a 7.62mm bullet embedded in the helmet, but it didn't penetrate! Looking at the metal texture inside, he could only sigh, damn! The Soviets are really rich!
It's not entirely because the Soviets were rich. Most of the high-quality titanium ore suitable for mining and smelting was distributed within the Soviet Union. The Soviets controlled so many resources and had the advantages of a planned economy. They could mine however they wanted. It was just a matter of administrative order.
Wearing a helmet, Muhammad continued to walk to the top of the mountain, looking at the Soviet soldier holding the radio, who was still holding the radio tightly until his death. At this time, a call was still coming from the radio: "SP, SP, the Falcon will arrive in five minutes, hold on!"
"We are surrounded by guerrillas. We are retreating westward along the canyon. Please provide quick support!" Muhammad picked up the radio and spoke in rapid Russian.
"Da, da." After saying that, he pulled the trigger and fired two shots into the sky, and then he heard curses on the radio. The gunshots were so close that the sound transmitted through the radio was also extremely loud, and I wonder if the eardrums of the pilots on the other side were deafened.
Putting down the radio, Muhammad gestured to the rest of the guerrillas. Two or three guerrillas changed into Soviet clothes and ran westward along the valley. Behind them, a large group of guerrillas were chasing them.
In this battle, we will not only eliminate the Soviet special forces, but also lure the Soviet female deer to come here and die!
This is why Muhammad waited until the other party ran to the top of the mountain and contacted the female deer before ordering the sniper attack.
Two Hinds were constantly moving through the northern mountains. This time, the troops dispatched were not ordinary troops, but the SP special forces, which were always known for their elite and courageous character. If this troop encountered an ambush by the guerrillas and all of them were killed, it would have a great impact on the morale of the Soviet army.
The commander of that unit was so self-righteous that he actually refused the helicopters to provide fire support. Otherwise, the helicopters would have been patrolling over the battlefield and would provide them with support at any time.
Now, the two Hinds were flying over the northern mountains. When they passed over a canyon, one of the pilots shouted, "Three o'clock!"
Looking sideways at the hillside, there was blood everywhere. More than a dozen bodies of Soviet soldiers were exposed on the hillside. Before they died, they were still holding their guns tightly, maintaining a fighting posture.
"SP, SP, please reply, I received it." The pilot continued to call. They had arrived above here, but they did not find any living Soviets or guerrillas.
I called several times, but there was no response. The radio signal in the mountains was too poor.
"Boom!" At this moment, an explosion was heard in the distant valley and smoke rose.
"Chase!" The pilot pressed the joystick, and the doe turned and flew towards the direction of the explosion.
The propellers stirred the airflow, making a whirring sound, and the engine on top roared even more sharply. The pilots of the two helicopters opened their eyes wide, and they were about to find the guerrillas! They must kill them!
The rocket pods on the short wing racks on both sides have been powered on and are ready to fire at any time.
They were flying low along the valley, and when they passed through the valley and turned suddenly, they saw a fierce chase taking place in the valley ahead.
Several Soviet soldiers, covered in blood, fled in a panic, firing back as they ran.
Behind them were nearly twenty guerrillas who were chasing them. They stopped from time to time, pulled the trigger, and let the bullets pour down.
"Prepare to fire immediately," the pilot shouted.
"No, if we get too close, we might accidentally hurt our own people," said the weapons operator.
The distance between the two sides was less than 20 meters. At this distance, if there was a slight deviation, the rocket would hit the Soviet soldiers.
"Then come closer!" The pilot pressed down the joystick, and the Doe lowered its altitude. At the same time, he adjusted his weapon to the machine gun under the nose of the plane, got closer, and then fired with the machine gun to kill these guerrillas!
"James, it's up to you." Muhammad said to James.
The people in front were acting. In order to avoid being hit by the Soviets, they were very close. However, there was still danger. While they were performing, Muhammad and James hid at the entrance of the valley. The Soviets' attention was focused on the Soviet soldiers and guerrillas chasing in front. They did not notice that the biggest threat was hidden behind a large rock.
Weapons are meant to be used. Now that we have just obtained the Stinger, we must first demonstrate the power of this weapon.
"No problem." Next to James, a weapon box was opened, and he took out the long tubular weapon from it, inserted the BCU operating handle first, and unfolded the IFF antenna. Then he removed the protective cover in front of the launch tube, and inside was a transparent, fragile disc cover with a bright infrared seeker.
Carrying this thing on his shoulder, James pressed the pulse generator switch to start the weapon system. The pulse generator stimulated the BCU, and then released the 6,000PSI argon gas coolant stored in it, through the cooling line to the infrared detector. In order to detect infrared targets, the seeker head needs to be cooled. At the same time, the chemical battery was activated, the infrared seeker cooling system, the gyroscope rotated, the detection electronic system, the guidance electronic system, and various subsystems began to operate at full speed.
James opened the sight and began visual capture, which showed the outline of the huge doe. The infrared sensor on the seeker captured the infrared light released by the engine, making a crisp beeping sound.
"OK!" James shouted, "Comeon, baby!" He turned his body and continued to follow the doe, keeping the seeker guiding him, and then pulled the trigger.
"Bang." A flaming Stinger missile jumped out of the launch tube and rushed towards the flying doe.
"RPG! RPG!" The helicopter at the back noticed the missile flying from the side and shouted loudly to alert the helicopter at the front.
Hearing the call on the radio, the pilot pulled the total torque hard, and a huge doe rose from the low sky. Although RPG was threatening, the threat was not that great. That thing was uncontrolled, and often more than a dozen RPGs flew over, passed by various parts of the helicopter, and finally exploded in the sky.
Many times, there are close calls.
As the pilot was thinking this, the Hind began to climb rapidly. When fighting in the mountainous area, quick eyes and hands are basic skills for a pilot.
The pilot at the back watched the RPG flying towards him, turned flexibly, followed the helicopter in front to climb, and then flew into the engine compartment on top of the Hind. With the sound of the explosion, thick smoke came out from the top of the Hind and began to fall to the ground.
Damn! What kind of RPG is that! It's like it has eyes! The pilot behind knew the situation was urgent. This might be a new weapon, and now he needed to get out of danger quickly!
Almost at the same time, he also pulled himself up and climbed.
"Damn it, I let another one get away." James cursed as he looked at the doe that was about to fly away in the sky. This stinger was complicated to operate and he was the only one who knew how to do it. After killing one, there was no time left to shoot again.
The Hind would fly away quickly before James could prepare.
"It can't run away." A voice came from my ear.
James turned his head and was surprised to see Muhammad who was also carrying a stinger.
Just now, when he was aiming, it was actually James' first time shooting with live ammunition. He was very cautious and focused, and had no energy to pay attention to the situation around him.
Just as James picked up a stinger, Muhammad did the same. As James pulled the trigger and shot the stinger, Muhammad entered the aiming stage at the same time.
The two people must shoot separately, otherwise, if two missiles hit the same helicopter, it would be counterproductive.
Compared to James' high level of nervousness, Muhammad was more relaxed. For example, he could aim while responding to James' words.
"Damn it, you're going to waste this missile." James shouted immediately. How could an untrained person fire a missile and hit the target? This was a complex and expensive missile!
"Bang." Just as James finished speaking, a Stinger missile flew out from the launch tube on Muhammad's shoulder.
James shut his mouth instantly and looked at the missile flying towards the helicopter in the sky. Damn, it was beyond the shooting range!
If you only look at it from the surface, it seems easy to carry a portable missile, aim and shoot, but there are many tricks to learn.
The infrared seekers of this era are still very backward. The engine of a helicopter is the largest source of infrared heat, and attacking the engine is the most suitable way for the Stinger missile.
At the same time, when James aimed just now, the side of the female deer was facing them, with the largest projection area, making it easiest to hit.
And now, when the helicopter in front was shot down, the one behind it pulled up and turned, and now its nose was facing them.
The nose of the aircraft is the entrance of the engine, where the temperature is the lowest. If you want to hit it, you need superb aiming skills to give the missile enough time to lock on.
This one must be shot away! Just as James was thinking this, the missile moved forward quickly and then accurately penetrated the top of the female deer.
"Boom!" There was a brilliant fireworks display before our eyes, and the second helicopter was easily shot down!
Damn, is this even possible?