Chapter 57: Let's Die Together!

  A huge roar came from beside my ear, and then I felt a strong gust of wind blowing.

  Zhang Feng suddenly woke up and didn't know when he had fallen asleep. He turned his head to see a huge helicopter landing beside him.

  Two huge rotors in front and back, the lower part is still waterproof design, can take off and land on water surface, dark green military camouflage, isn't this a Chinook?

  Zhang Feng was as excited as if he had just seen his wife who he hadn't met yet.

  Take another look, and Malwan next to him had also fallen asleep at some point. He immediately pinched him hard, if he still wanted to sleep, be careful not to reveal his horse's hoof.

  Waited for a whole night, thought it was a failure, but who knew, as soon as dawn broke, the other party delivered it to the door.

  The remaining soldiers crawling on the grassland were excited and swallowed their saliva, the captain's strategy was really effective.

  "Niel, hang on." Hades whispered: "The helicopter is coming, we will be rescued soon."

  Due to excessive blood loss, Neil's face had turned pale, and he was now holding on solely by his own conviction. Who knew that a helicopter would really arrive?

  According to plan, they began to use the reeds as cover and slowly approached the enemy's helicopter from behind.

  Xihade Sand steadily landed the helicopter next to the crashed Eyeglasses Snake and waved his hand at two fellow beings not far away.

  "Thank God, save my brother!" Zhang Feng stood up and shouted loudly.

  Marwan, who was helped up, could clearly see the bloodstain on his chest, ferocious and frightening.

  Step by step, they slowly walked towards the helicopter.

  Kusnez opened the hatch, the lower half of which was a ladder, and quickly descended to help the two people on the ground.

  Malwan really acted like an actor, playing the injured Iranian pilot, vividly and convincingly. If Zhang Feng didn't know that he was actually very energetic, even Zhang would have thought that the person he was supporting was a seriously injured pilot who was in danger of losing his life at any moment.

  Kusnezov completely let his guard down; these two people looked like they didn't have any flaws.

  Kusnezov would have been very willing to rescue his compatriots, he was just being cautious.

  He helped Marwan up with his right arm and called out to Zhang Feng twice before walking towards the helicopter together.

  Zhang Feng only then realized the importance of learning multiple languages. He had known Iraqi since he was born, and also knew Chinese, English, Japanese, and some French, but Iranian was a complete mystery to him.

  Yesterday, he learned a few sentences and now has to improvise, with some problems in tone and pace, but without revealing too much. Kusnetsov thinks he's just worried about his brother's injury, which is why he's speaking incoherently, for example, he's already said five times: "Save my brother quickly!"

  Kusnezov had to reassure him repeatedly, don't worry, as soon as we get on the helicopter, we will immediately send you back to the hospital in the rear, your brother will be fine.

  But this hapless pilot seemed to have received a great shock and was still babbling away.

  Kusnezov is not strange, pilots are the pride of heaven, but the pressure that pilots bear is also quite large, especially when being shot down by the enemy in combat, there will be a strong psychological process.

  After being shot down, many pilots will develop a fear of flying and be unable to fly again. Some can return to the cockpit after psychological treatment. Only a very small number of pilots can return to the cockpit immediately after being shot down, such pilots are absolutely the ace that makes the enemy tremble with fear!

  Now these two people, after going back, the best result is also just being transferred to ground crew.

  As they stepped onto the gangway, the three of them entered the cargo hold in the back. Kuznetsov thought to close the hatch.

  "Wait, I have some companions who need to be airlifted out together."

  The wounded pilot, who had been weak and powerless just now, suddenly pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Kuznetsov.

  "What's going on?" Kusnezov still hadn't come around.

  "Bang!" A gunshot rang out, Kusnezov's chest was hit by a bullet and he fell to the ground. Only, until his death, he did not know how he died.

  At the same time, Zhang Feng rushed into the front cabin.

  Upon hearing the handgun fire, Zhang Feng secretly cursed, "This Malwan is a bit too heavy-handed with his killings, right? Controlling the opponent would have been the most suitable outcome. Now that they're all dead, who's going to pilot the helicopter?"

  At the sound of gunfire, all the nearby Rattlesnake special team members stood up and rushed over quickly.

  Seyed Sadegh knew he had been deceived. He heard the commotion in the rear cabin, and then saw soldiers rushing towards them from outside, wearing Iranian military uniforms, but undoubtedly they were disguised Iraqis.

  It's too late for regrets now, the Sikorsky S-92 helicopter suddenly roared louder, its landing gear already off the ground. He planned that as soon as they took off, he would make a sharp turn to throw the two Iraqis who had come up into the cabin out!

  "Stop and land." At this time, a voice in Iraqi came into his ear.

  It just so happened that Siad Saeed understood Iraqi, and as he looked up, he saw a young man wearing an Iranian pilot's uniform pointing a gun at him.

  The fuselage is larger, with a straight-through hatch between the forward cockpit and rear cargo compartment, and the area between the two pilots is also wider, allowing one person to stand.

  Zhang Feng took three steps and made two strides into the cockpit, wanting to control the opposing pilot, making him feel luckier. The cockpit only had one pilot, saving himself from the dilemma of not knowing which direction to point his gun.

  He pointed his pistol at the hapless pilot and said, "Stop, land."

  It's not that he doesn't want to speak in Persian, it's just that he can't.

  On the battlefield, one must absolutely obey military discipline and cannot have personal feelings! Xi Ha De San knew that if he hadn't sympathized with these two brothers, he wouldn't be in this passive situation now, and he became angry.

  At this time, Marwan also squeezed into the cockpit, both of them pointing guns at the pilots.

  At this time, Zhinu had already risen two or three meters off the ground.

  "Quick, descend!" Marwan said in Persian.

  Xi Ha De San looked at the two people beside him, then at the twenty-odd soldiers on the ground. He knew that he had no chance left and only had two choices: either to obey their orders obediently or to take them with him to death!

  "Long live God, long live Khomeini, long live the great Republic of Iran!"

  As he spoke, he wanted to use his hand to violently press the control stick, taking the two people above with him to die together!

  He was not only a calm pilot, Captain Shinnokan, but also a fanatical religious fanatic, in his eyes, death is not terrible.