One Planet for Everyone! Building Science and Technology Civilization at the Beginning

The operator pressed the joystick to the left, and the helicopter broke away from the formation, and then lowered the nose earlier and rushed towards the pickup truck.

The pickup truck below saw a black spot swooping down from the air, and quickly took out the AK and fired at the air.

They are all on bumpy vehicles. If you can hit a small black spot, you can definitely go to the Olympics.

The operator opened the weapon cover on the console, which contained the firing button for the machine gun.

He pressed a cross in the center of the screen against the pickup, then held down the Ctrl key on the keyboard to lock it. Now he can let go of the handle, and the helicopter has taken over his control, intelligently adjusting the position of the body and aiming the weapon at the pickup.

With a flick of the launch button, a few tracer rounds hit the back of the pickup truck, splashing mud. The frightened face sitting on the back of the car turned white, this TMD is a special pilot, his marksmanship is too accurate. They slapped the pickup truck's cab roof and shouted, "Drive, speed up. There's a helicopter!"

The program of the drone has recalculated the advance amount, and then gave a data to the machine gun pylon, and the machine gun was slightly upturned by 0.3 degrees.

After the green light on the console turned on again, the operator directly pressed the launch button.

When the two terrorists on the truck saw the obvious muzzle turning, they jumped out of the speeding pickup before they could shout any more. At this time, even if he breaks his leg, it is better than being killed by a machine gun. The bullet hits him in two pieces, and the bullets are too many. It is estimated that a shovel will be used.

Luckily, only one twisted his ankle and the other broke his head. But they saw hundreds of bullets fly past more than 100 meters away in a few seconds, and the pickup truck caught up by the bullets turned into a hornet's nest, and was pierced through the fuel tank. The tracer rounds mixed in the bullet ignited.

It's really miserable, I guess I can't even use the shovel, and it just turned into ashes.

The two were good fortune tellers, and they hid in the ditch next to them in time. The helicopter's vision was not very good. After the operator held the handle and turned around in the sky for a few times, he went back to support other helicopters without finding anyone.

At this time, a terrorist took out a mobile phone from his body and took a lot of photos of the helicopter that was still hovering overhead.

"You don't want to die?"

"Bah, these people are going to hell, we want revenge. My brother was just killed by them. With these photos, we can find someone too, right?"

"Who's not, my brother died too. Fortunately, you gave me a hand just now, otherwise I'd have to die too." These people have long regarded death as a sacrifice, so they are not afraid of death, but they feel that they have not killed enough heretics elements.

"We are all brothers, and we will still be."

Half an hour later, until the ammunition was exhausted, the helicopter formation flew back. Of course, it was because the missiles were more expensive, so they were watched closely by their commander, who was not allowed to open the weapon cover by the controller who couldn't help it.

With their guns on the ground, the two terrorists limped back to the still smoking camp. There were also a few devastated people in the camp who were rummaging for supplies, and they were definitely lucky that they didn't die after being bombed like this.

Seeing the few survivors left, I couldn't help crying.

A man who looked like a little boss, slapped him when he went up, and shouted, "Quickly find out if there is anyone alive, what's the use of crying."

A few people, like the walking dead, numbly opened the smoke-filled ruins, and threw some useful things to a place where there was no fire.

From time to time, some blood-stained wounded were brought out from the bombed-out room. Some corpses were almost inhuman, and scattered stumps were scattered everywhere.

This border stronghold has been abolished, and reinforcements came up in the evening.

The troops of more than 100 people are sitting on bullhead trucks, with mortars and parallel anti-aircraft machine guns installed on the body.

Several Stinger missiles were covered with canvas and hidden inside the ammunition box.

In addition, they found a place to be a camp. Some went to dig holes nearby to bury people, and some set up anti-aircraft machine guns on high places.

The leader, Hassan, took ten of his men in two pickup trucks, with satellite phones and light weapons, to the airstrip on the border.

In the border areas, there are no official roads, only dirt roads that have been traversed for thousands of years. The pickup truck, with its lights on, bumped along the trail.

Those warriors are used to fighting in such a life, and living in combat, this little bumpy little problem is simply not worth mentioning.

They stopped at a hill three kilometers away from the airport, Hassan shouted a few times, and the soldiers quickly jumped out of the pickup truck. Bring their weapons and provisions, and water bladders on their backs.

Under the starlight, I walked slowly towards the airport.

"Hidden," Hassan had already vaguely heard the sound of the motor coming from the side of the mountain, but it was very soft.

A few minutes later, a helicopter flew past not far away, at most only a hundred meters high.

"That's the kind of helicopter." A fighter who survived the morning's killing climbed to Hassan's side and whispered to him.

"Can you look carefully?"

The soldier gritted his teeth and replied, "That's right, I still have photos."

After the helicopter flew away, Hassan covered his head with his clothes and looked at some photos on his phone.

From shape to size, they all look the same.

"Let's go, the two of us go to the opposite mountain, and the others will be on guard." Hassan brought his deputy, holding a telescope

Climbing down the hill slowly, they had to pass through a pile of rubble and then walk for a kilometer to reach the hill.

The hillside is just not far from the end of the airport. Looking down from the hillside, you can see it clearly.

At this time, the door from the hangar was opened, the lights came out, and six helicopters were pulled out of the hangar by the ground crew with a tractor.

"It's so late, and there's another mission?" Hassan thought incomprehensibly. These old soldiers would leave work as soon as it got dark, and they were just as casual as treating the battlefield as an office building.

He didn't know that His Excellency the Chief was also at the airport this evening, otherwise he might concentrate all his forces to attack and kill the Chief, and the war would be ended. At least a few nearby cities would surrender upon hearing the news.

The result of the morning's victory made Chief Abdullah very happy, which opened a gap in the stalemate of the battle.

And none of his soldiers lost a hair, just a few bullet marks on the lower bulletproof plates of several helicopters.

So he asked the logistics to charge the helicopter overnight, load up the ammunition, and prepare for another raid on other strongholds.

The helicopter was turning its propellers slowly, and after a few minutes it took to the air, flying over Hassan's head with a less pronounced noise. That direction is northeast of the airport.

Hassan's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered that the direction was the militant's lair, and the main problem was that there was still a secret CIA team hidden in it.

Yes, these terrorists are funded by Citi's CIA, so they have fought in this desert area for decades, but no one can do anything.

It is because there are scumbags like Citi, who help some local tribes and religious elements in a "hoeing and helping the weak" style, turning this area into a battlefield, and they can get a lot of benefits from it.

Hassan quickly took out the satellite phone, and after dialing a string of numbers, the call was connected.

"Amin, hurry up and evacuate, Abdullah's helicopter is coming."

"Hassan brother, are you still awake?"

"It's true, FXXX, I was near their airport and saw six helicopters heading for you."

"Damnit." Amin hung up the satellite phone, picked up the AK hanging on the wall, and left the room where he rested.

He beckoned a few soldiers to come over, "Go and find those Citizens, there is an urgent matter."

At this time, the helicopter was still fifteen minutes away from the base.

Then Amin ordered to go down and called up the soldiers who had just fallen asleep. It was impossible to evacuate. They ran away without even seeing the enemy, and the team would not be able to lead them in the future. These fanatical religious people always feel that they are invincible with explosives tied to their bodies, and sometimes they have to be more ruthless than them when they are leaders.

Soldiers pulled out ammunition for RPGs and anti-aircraft machine guns and began to organize positions at the height of the stronghold.

At this time, Captain William of the Citizen's Secret Force in a desert-colored combat uniform came over.

"Mr. Amin, what's the matter?"

"Captain William, I received a notice from Hassan that Abdullah sent a helicopter."

"Have you never heard of them buying helicopters?" Because few countries in the world can build helicopters, this kind of arms trade is under the surveillance of Citi's intelligence organization.

"It is said that Hassan's forward camp was bombed this morning."

"Wait a minute, I'll ask." William took out his satellite phone and called Ms. Emily, the head of the CIA's military base in a desert country.

After William put down the phone, there was no change in his face, and he was still a little skeptical, because Emily told him that Abdullah had indeed dispatched ten unmanned helicopters to bomb the Hassan camp this morning. They are also analyzing the latest satellite images, so they were not notified in time.

They believe that these helicopters are made by Huayuan. Since a long time, the rainbow drones of Huayuan have been sold all over the desert countries, but because they are too expensive and only support missiles, many countries cannot afford them.

According to what they monitored, one of Abdullah's capital flows was transferred to a cosmic shop in Huayuan through a Swiss bank. But there is no specific information on who the manufacturers of these helicopters are.

William still used the internal communication device on his body to call up all the members of the team, they quickly assembled, and seized a high place that was hidden and far away from the stronghold.

Fighting is not their job, they are mainly training and supervising these religious elements.