Chapter 88 I Can Counterattack, Ready for War (Seeking First Subscription!)
Xia Yu breathed a slight sigh of relief after successfully withstanding the first attack.
It seems his preparations were not in vain.
As a businessman who walks on the edge of death, Xia Yu must have imagined himself being attacked by anti-aircraft missiles.
The guidance heads of those old-fashioned missiles are not very good, and with technology, they can most likely be outmaneuvered.
Newer missiles are difficult to evade, but in order to improve their hit rate, they mostly use proximity fuses.
This increases the crash rate for most helicopters and fixed-wing aircraft, which is a bad thing.
But for Xia Yu, this was actually good news.
As long as we don't take him down in one fell swoop, we can defend against things like shrapnel!
Xia Yu has studied many classic cases, among which the most robust is the Su-25 Frogfoot, which has 23mm titanium alloy bulletproof plates on the bottom and sides of the cockpit, totaling more than 1 ton.
It has been hit by new anti-aircraft missiles with proximity fuses more than once, but it always manages to return to the airport despite the damage.
Xia Yu followed suit and imported a large quantity of titanium alloy from China.
When this stuff first came out, it was ridiculously expensive. I'm grateful to the sellers for bringing the price down; the wholesale price is now only slightly more expensive than copper.
The system's printing workshop can independently print some simple things, such as bulletproof glass of various shapes, otherwise titanium alloy is really difficult to process.
In this way, Xia Yu's Mi-24V, owned by the Wildlife Conservation Association, acquired a titanium alloy shield of varying thickness, ranging from 10 to 25 millimeters (with key protected areas).
A 35mm cannon can fire a dozen or more rounds at a time, not to mention the fragments from a shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missile's proximity blast—it's nothing!
Xia Yu had always considered this as a last resort for defense, and this time he finally used it to deal with the rebels' sneak attack.
However, after blocking the first shot, three more came in quick succession.
This is really a death sentence. Xia Yu felt his scalp tingle as he looked at the missiles coming from below.
The fuselage can withstand the shrapnel from an explosion, but the most vulnerable part, the tail rotor, cannot!
With only one shot, he could still choose the angle, but three shots were simply beyond his capabilities.
"Everyone, prepare to withstand the impact."
Shouting into the radio, Xia Yu awaited his fate.
"Boom~ Boom~~"
The sounds ahead were harmless, but hearing a slight explosion meant something bad was about to happen.
The tail rotor was hit by debris and caught fire, but the boots were able to land and carry out the operation as planned.
Xia Yu seemed to have practiced this many times, quickly shutting off the oil supply valve without being affected by the beeping alarm.
"We hit them! We hit them! Those damn mercenaries!"
Seeing the Mi-24V plume of black smoke trailing behind it as it crashed to the ground, the elite rebel troops below cheered and shouted.
They avenged their brother, thanked their white buddies for the intelligence they provided, and thanked them for the new weapons they sent.
Who knew the Mi-24 was so tough? It almost didn't take down with just one shot. If they had used the Igla they used before, it would have been a failed ambush.
"Send someone over to check. If the plane didn't explode, cut off their heads and bring them back."
The on-site commander issued another order.
"yes!"
The nearest 04 position took the initiative to take over the mission and headed towards the crash site to search for the aircraft.
During the fall, Xia Yu tried his best to control the helicopter's attitude until the front of the thickest armored fuselage successfully touched the ground.
"Squeak~~"
Great, the propeller only cuts the treetops and branches; the worst thing is when it hits the ground and shatters into pieces and flies away.
Just as Xia Yu was thinking this, the powerful impact tried to throw him off, but the seatbelt held him firmly in his seat.
"Is everyone alright?"
After the helicopter came to a complete stop, Xia Yu still had the strength to shout, but it felt like he had been punched all over.
He may have suffered minor fractures, but it is more likely to be multiple soft tissue contusions. His defensive measures and emergency landing training were effective.
"Ugh~~"
The first to answer Xia Yu was BMW. This stubborn mule hadn't even taken off his eye mask when he was suddenly thrown to the ground, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
"It's alright, Captain and everyone else, are you all alright?"
Hans's voice came from the gunner's compartment. The bulletproof glass in his cockpit had cracked, but it wasn't completely shattered, so he was lucky enough to avoid secondary damage.
"Ugh~~"
Domi gave a brief reply.
He couldn't handle the stimulation and immediately started vomiting in the transport cabin.
"Captain, we're fine. If this flight were full, we'd probably have several broken bones."
Sergei said, having survived the ordeal.
When a large number of people are caught in the impact of a forced landing, they could all be crushed to death, unlike now where everyone has survived.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go down and do those sons of bitches."
Xia Yu unbuckled his seatbelt while swearing.
He "lost" a helicopter, at least on the surface, and these rebels must pay the price.
Of course, there are also those who stand behind the rebels.
I originally planned to go to Panaka and confront these guys, but they taught me two tricks: striking first and using someone else to do the dirty work.
It was like stabbing someone in the butt with a knife—it was an eye-opener.
"Bang!"
Xia Yu kicked open the partially jammed hatch, stretched his body, and slid down the hatch, his buttocks brushing against the leather.
Only one of the two doors on the transport compartment could be opened, so he grabbed a fire extinguisher from the bulkhead and went to the still-smoking tail rotor.
As long as it's not completely destroyed, there's still a chance to salvage it.
"Mongoose, do you remember their approximate location?"
After extinguishing the fire, Xia Yu asked Hans.
"I remember there were four positions in total, but we only had five shells."
If they survived, they had to kill the enemy. They carried the 120mm mortar with them, but most of the shells were left in the container.
"Is the honey badger feeling better? If it is, take the drone into the air and work with the mongoose to pinpoint the enemy's exact coordinates. Fire all five shells at the furthest position, and I'll figure out how to deal with the rest."
Xia Yu called for Hans and Domi to counterattack, while he called on Sergei and 03, who were in the best form.
The three men found the toolbox on the plane and began unloading the rocket pods from the short-wing jib.
The Ub32A rocket pod weighs 264 kilograms when fully loaded, and it takes three strong men working together to move it.
After Xia Yu and his team removed the four rocket pods that were only pitted on the surface, Hans finally opened fire.
"Whoosh~~ Boom~~"
A large-caliber mortar shell exploded a hundred meters away, startling the smug commander.
Where did the shells come from? Weren't those mercenaries wiped out by them?
Or is the intelligence agency trying to silence them?
Blinded by victory, the commander failed to realize that now was not the time to think about that.
"Whoosh~~ Boom~~"
Another shot landed, this time hitting within a 50-meter radius. Shrapnel scattered throughout the area, engulfing the commander, his orderly, and the gunners at his position.
Knowing Xia Yu's record, one should stay far away instead of foolishly launching a sneak attack.
You never know what kind of preparations a survivalist in the PMC (Polymer Producer Cult) circle makes to stay alive.
"Whoosh~~ Boom~~"
The third shot landed, this time within 10 meters, and the blast wave directly blew the commander's body away.
The fourth and fifth shots followed immediately, and the commander, who was like a broken kite, was still swaying with the shockwaves.
Within a three-kilometer radius, you can attack me with missiles, and I can also greet you with artillery shells.
That's fair, isn't it?
"Captain, we've run out of ammunition."
After emptying the shells, Hans immediately reported.
Xia Yu also took out two movable brackets from the cabin wall.
He came over, removed the mortar barrel, and then extended the support to reinforce the mortar's base.
"Quick, quick, quick, bring over a rocket nest."
Rocket pods are not just for helicopters and fixed-wing aircraft; they can also be launched from the ground.
People in the Middle East and North Africa prefer to use pickup trucks, but Xia Yu only has mortar mounts right now.
The reinforced bracket (to prevent recoil from knocking over) was printed in advance for this situation and is mainly used for self-defense after a plane crash.
We haven't had a chance to rehearse this project with Hans yet, so we're just being forced into it now.
"Mongoose, you're the best gunner I've ever seen. Take one shot and tell me if you can lock onto the target?"
The Ub32A rocket pod was suspended and locked in mid-air. Xia Yu CP U Hans while stuffing the "hand-made" electric firing device into his hand.
"Of course, Captain, you can rest assured!"
Having understood Xia Yu's intentions, Hans was also impressed by his ideas.
He even foresaw being defeated; if someone like that doesn't succeed, who will?
He was just worried about not having enough shells, but now 4x32 rockets are waiting for him to "be favored." He's still a bit too young.
With a slight adjustment to the angle, Hans's mind raced through the calculations.
The parabolic trajectory of the unguided rocket launched from the ground at an angle of xx is xx, and the coordinates of the second ambush position are xx...
"One test shot!"
"Whoosh~~"
An S-5 rocket was fired and ignited, heading towards position number 2, 2.8 kilometers away.
"Boom!"
The angle was off by 50 meters, so this is the only adjustment needed.
After completing the final adjustments, Hans chose to fire all rounds.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh..."
The remaining 31 rockets in the rocket pod were all launched, and smoke instantly enveloped the ground.
Seeing the spectacular scene, Xia Yu told Domi to lead the BMW to a safe distance, and then he pulled out a bunch of gas masks from the plane.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Rumble!"
The four or five men sent by the commander to behead the criminals stopped in their tracks.
Something's not right. I was puzzled when I first heard the mortar sound, but I ignored it and kept going. What's with these rockets?
Seeing the flames rising behind them, the group looked at each other.
"Calling the commander, calling the commander, calling position 02, calling position 02?"
The two leading sides couldn't get through until the 03 position intervened.
"Position 02 has been bombarded by rockets. The commander went missing during the shelling. The enemy is counterattacking. Brothers, run!"
This one has brains, but unfortunately it can't run as fast as a rocket.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh... Rumble~~"
The second volley of rockets hit, covering an area of 100 meters around position 03.
Once the first ambush point is destroyed, the second ambush point is clearly still unaware of the situation, so focus fire on them.
Once the second ambush point is destroyed, the third ambush point will likely realize something is wrong and run away. At this point, it is necessary to cover as much area as possible, so Hans directly destroyed both rocket nests.
As for position 04, "Whoosh~~"
On Xia Yu's side, 03 loaded his MG3, and Sergei led two of his men into the rainforest.
Although rainforest warfare wasn't their specialty, taking down the last squad wasn't difficult for them.
Position 04 is the closest to them, and they will most likely be sent over to check their situation. Attacking the original coordinates is useless; sending out a special operations team would be more effective.
Combat is the artistic expression of violence.
Using your brain without thinking is reckless. You might win a few times by recklessly, but you can't keep winning forever.
As the smoke cleared, Xia Yu tore off his mask and greedily inhaled the fresh air.
Today is a beautiful day.
He and his employees survived and even managed to kill their enemies.
"Da~da~da~~"
Gunfire erupted 1 kilometer away; it was Sergei and his men exchanging fire.
Less than half an hour later, the three men returned with one rebel soldier under their arm. Out of a team of four, they had left one alive.
"He confessed that someone provided the intelligence for free, and because they were worried that their equipment was too poor, they even thoughtfully sent them four Igla-S shoulder-mounted anti-aircraft missiles."
Before returning, Sergei and his men had questioned the other party.
"Get rid of him. That's all he knows. I know who the other party is."
Xia Yu waved his hand, deciding the fate of this rebel.
The reward for revealing this information is a quick and painless delivery.
"After a half-hour rest, we'll walk to Panaka."
Xia Yu issued the latest instructions.
He still had to fulfill his contract with Busa, even though he wasn't religious; after all, the client was God.
A professional company should have a professional attitude.
Ending Panaka's combat contract marks the start of his war with the White Hat.
What appears to be a minor conflict escalating into a life-or-death feud is actually a dispute over interests.
The plate in the middle of Afica was only this big. Xia Yu sat down and started eating, but the person in the white top hat didn't get any food.
With its large scale and numerous personnel, the other side will have to think twice.
Even if you are very strong, if there are only two or three kittens, the other party will think that wiping you out is the easiest thing to do.
This is an irreconcilable conflict. The only way is to go to war, destroy the other side, and demonstrate your strength to the entire PMC industry.
Xia Yu is not a social Darwinist, but in Afica, the principle of natural selection and survival of the fittest is truly demonstrated.
"Captain, what should we do with the helicopter?"
What a great helicopter! How did it end up like this?
As the gunner and ground crew of this Mi-24V, Hans couldn't bear to see the company lose such an important asset.
"Don't worry, I've noted down the coordinates. Someone will come to retrieve and repair it when the time comes."
Yes, someone did recycle it, but it was Xia Yu himself.
Domi brought the BMW back, and with their vehicle temporarily "gone," they really had to rely on this stubborn donkey to get out of the rainforest.
The group began collecting usable supplies, with a focus on water and food.
As for guns, they are all the ones I carry myself.
Xia Yu climbed into the cockpit and retrieved his AK-105.
Because it was a short protrusion, it didn't deform or bend, and Hans's MP7 was even more unharmed.
"You guys go first, I'll make a call and catch up in a few minutes."
Xia Yu told his men to leave first, as he did need to make a phone call.
After watching everyone disappear into the depths of the jungle, he dialed old Anka's number and told him he might be late.
Without saying anything else, he hung up the phone and waved to put the damaged Mi-24V into the subspace hangar.
[Project: mnльmn-24V type]
Completeness: 93.7% (Ready for repair)
Xia Yu did not choose to make any repairs.
He planned to keep those rocket pods for the company museum, as well as that mortar.
That way, when you get old, you'll definitely have a lot to look back on.
After confirming that there was nothing left besides the signs of a forced landing, Xia Yu turned around and caught up with his team.
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