Chapter Ten: The Bumpy Road Home

  At dawn, an old pickup truck was speeding westward on the dim plain. The driver had black hair and eyes that were distinctly different from those of Arabs. His foot had already pressed the accelerator to the bottom, but he seemed not to pay much attention to the road surface. A pair of eagle-like eyes narrowed slightly as they scanned all possible hiding places on the road ahead.

  There are three half-grown children on the carriage of the pickup truck. The strongest one is excitedly fiddling with a heavy machine gun mounted on the rack of the pickup truck. Another child of medium build is leaning against the driver's cab, sleeping while hugging an M82A1. The smallest child holds binoculars and occasionally scans the sky behind, while the other hand seems to be unconsciously tapping on the earphone intermittently.

  The wolf head originally planned to take the three children to Su Moer, but ultimately chose to infiltrate westward. What can you do? Heaven knows that there is an American government official in that oil field, and now things are getting out of hand. Almost half of Su Moer's land and air forces have been mobilized to search for them. Fortunately, the wind and sand have been continuous these days, seriously affecting the performance of the land and air force helicopters.

  Today... the remaining wolves looked at the bright Venus in the night sky and couldn't help but feel a little worried. The several people had already crossed the Baghdad Railway, and there was still at least half of the journey to the border between Syria and Iraq. It seems that going home is not easy...

  He let out a silent sigh, and the lone wolf pulled out a piece of refreshing candy and threw it into his mouth. The strong stimulation of peppermint made his nerves cool down. He shook his head to dispel the drowsiness. Once again, he picked up the binoculars and began to search for abnormalities in the sky in silence. Around 4 am is when people's vigilance is at its lowest, but he couldn't afford to be careless.

  "Huh?!" The remaining wolf's gaze suddenly stopped at a small black dot in the air, "Incoming (Danger Approaching), it's an Apache! Get ready!"

  The loud howl of the wolf awakened the sleeping knife, who suddenly flipped over and grabbed the rifle in his arms, leaning against the bulkhead of the driver's cabin. The knife adjusted his breathing while searching for targets in the sky. The person who was suddenly awakened would have a rapid heartbeat, and excessive oxygen pumped into the brain brought the knife a wave of dizziness.

  "Gear up and jump out of the vehicle!" Wolf's voice came clearly through the earpiece.

  The three brothers jumped off the car and immediately covered themselves with a khaki-colored infrared-proof canvas. Wolf Head didn't idle either, pulling out a wrench to hold down the accelerator before also jumping off the car.

  In general, as long as the helicopter is not flying too low. It's easy to hide just by lying on the ground and staying still, of course, assuming you're wearing clothes that can blend in with your surroundings.

  In the early hours, the wind and sand had gradually subsided. The helicopter behind was flying closer and closer, it's hard not to feel tense, that's the infamous "Infantry Killer" Longbow Apache. This big guy can carry 16 Hellfire missiles and has 4 external launchers, a mobile firepower fortress with 76 rockets. Not to mention hunting down a few infantrymen, I'm afraid even an M1A1 main battle tank could be shredded by it.

  As the rumble grew louder, the four people became increasingly tense. Apparently, the Apache had spotted the still-moving pickup and swooped down in pursuit. The blinding spotlight locked onto it, and a loudspeaker repeatedly warned in English and Arabic to pull over for inspection.

  Perhaps having sensed something was amiss, the helicopter maneuvered to the front of the pickup and, upon seeing the empty driver's cabin, the pilot fired a rocket that destroyed it.

  This also made the three brothers, who were just about to transfer, stop abruptly. Their lives are precious, and it's not worth rushing to expose themselves under the Apache's searchlight.

  "Knife, are you sure you can take him down?" Chicken Eye asked worriedly.

  "It should work, but I'll need your help. I can take out the pilot's head with my M82A1, but I'll need someone to draw fire. We only get one shot at this. If we screw up, we're both dead meat." Daozi's words made people struggle, dodging Apache helicopters with just their legs?

  "Alright! You two are both younger than me and better at shooting. Don't make me pay the price for this!"

  The chicken eye finished speaking and grabbed the AK47, firing a string of bullets at the Apache 500 meters away. It's unknown whether it was good luck or bad luck, but one of the bullets happened to hit the bulletproof glass in front of the pilot, startling him with the sudden sneak attack, causing the helicopter to shake along with him.

  Obviously, the arrogance of the chicken eye enraged the other side. The machine head slightly lifted, and the searchlight swept past the chicken eye. With the armor layer of Apache, it was not afraid of the attack of AK series rifles at all. The annoyed pilot chased after without doing any climbing. The Gatling machine gun under the cockpit roared out a flame tongue licking the chicken eye.

  It's now! The opportunity is fleeting, and the SSG69 in the hands of the lone wolf fired accurately and exploded the searchlight. The pilot reacted quickly, realizing there was a sniper after pulling the plane up. Unfortunately, everything was too late. Two consecutive armor-piercing incendiary rounds shattered the bulletproof glass, and the scattered shrapnel perfectly turned him into a sieve.

  The Apache suddenly paused in mid-air and then plummeted downwards.

  "Run fast!" The lone wolf let out a loud shout, pulled out his knife and ran in the direction of Chicken Eye. Heaven knows if the air-to-ground missile on board the Apache would explode after falling from dozens of meters high. With a loud boom, Lone Wolf and Knife were both stunned by the shockwave as they ran.

  As expected, the Apache's fuel tank exploded and detonated the only Hellfire missile on board, and more than 70 remaining rocket projectiles also detonated in succession. The lone wolf that was running behind Knife suddenly pounced on his opponent and pinned him to the ground!

  The intense explosion completely destroyed the Apache, and the splashing debris turned an area of about 70 meters around into a dead zone. Before the ripples dissipated, Knife flipped over to check on his little brother's injuries, while Chicken Eye hobbled over with a limp, jumping up and down in anxiety.

  "How are you?" Knife asked tensely, trying to check the remaining wolf's breathing and pulse at the same time.

  "Brother! Are you okay?!" The chicken-eyed man couldn't care less about the injury on his foot as he rushed to the side of the wounded wolf, frantically searching for a first-aid kit from his body. However, everything had been left in the pickup truck when they jumped off earlier, and all he could find was a roll of gauze.

  The two brothers were getting anxious, with the task about to end, would they really have to sacrifice one of their own? Since their first mission in Southeast Asia, the three child soldiers had gradually developed a tacit understanding. Seeing his brother like this, Knife's heart was filled with guilt.

  Dàzi and Jīyǎn were so anxious to save people that they didn't notice the faint smile of excitement at the corner of Cán Láng's mouth. The shockwave from just now made Cán Láng a bit dizzy, he shook his head to drive away the last bit of dizziness, and with a trembling voice said to Dàzi, "If you can let me lie on my back and conveniently pull out that damn iron bar, I might feel a bit better."

  Dàzi heard the words and was stunned for a moment, then quickly turned over the remaining wolf. He saw a steel bar as thick as a pencil proudly inserted into his buttocks. Dàzi couldn't help but laugh, what is this? Exploding chrysanthemum? Haha!

  "Endure it, it'll only hurt for a moment, everyone's first time is like this."

  Finally, the knife suppressed a smile and pulled out the steel bar. The chicken eye next to it cooperated and pressed a piece of gauze on it. Kid, do you want to keep this thing as a souvenir? The knife asked with an evil smile.

  "Damn memorial, mom's, stop stalling and let's get started. We don't have much time left, we need to move quickly." The lone wolf gritted his teeth and said.

  Dào zi heard the words and didn't waste any more time, pulled out a pistol and ejected one bullet, quickly pulled out the bullet head and poured the small amount of gunpowder inside into the wound of Can Lang. Let Can Lang bite tightly on the last roll of gauze, Ji Yan took out Zippo and ignited the gunpowder with a whooshing sound, a smell of roasted meat spread through the air.

  "Ah, it's so delicious~" The chicken eye looked at the residual wolf with a look of intoxication. After cleaning up the wound, the residual wolf found that the chicken eye was limping, had he been swept away?! The residual wolf's heart skipped a beat, perhaps seeing what he was thinking. The chicken eye patted its shiny head to dispel their worries, it turned out that the machine gun hadn't hit him, but rather at the last moment, a small stone splashed by a bullet scratched him.

  After each of them bandaged their wounds, the three brothers rushed to the vicinity of the wreckage of the pickup truck to search for Wolf Head. It had been several minutes since they passed by, but there was no sign of him, and something must have happened to him.

  Finally, everyone found the unconscious Wolf Head. There was no time to rescue him, and the special forces behind might catch up at any moment.

  The three of them quickly moved westward with Wolf's head on Chicken Eye's back. In the early morning, after being unconscious for three hours on Chicken Eye's back, Wolf finally woke up. At that time, he was too close to the explosion center and suffered internal injuries, which caused him to pass out again.

  "Let me down, it's all right." The wolf head swayed and jumped down from the back of the chicken eye.

  The three brothers briefly reported the simple situation and remaining ammunition to Wolf Head, as most of their equipment was destroyed due to the hasty jump.

  This is also the most worrying thing for the three brothers, without ammunition, even the most advanced weapons are just scrap iron.

  "Head's up, American soldiers are coming again. We must withdraw quickly." The guard, Daozi, reminded them.

  "How many of them are coming? Can we finish them off?" Chicken Eye asked, fiddling with the rifle in his hand.

  "A patrol team, two Hummers, is the vanguard of the search team. The main force is a special operations squadron, ten minutes away by road. They are specifically waiting for us." The earpiece completely conveyed the situation that could be observed one kilometer away to the three people.

  "And I feel that the US military is using satellites to monitor us. I saw a car-mounted satellite receiver." The knife's supplement made Wolf Head's heart tighten.

  "Knife, knock down the satellite truck and return immediately, we are withdrawing now!" The experienced Wolf Head gave the most correct and helpless order at the moment.