Luckily, no rebels spotted the place, and in less than two minutes, the monkey and the striker climbed to the top of the cliff, and then they dropped the rope to meet us, and the wolf and the devil grabbed the rope and climbed the cliff as fast as they could, and Pandora and I stayed below to take cover.

Standing on a high place, I took the binoculars and looked at the direction where the gunfire came from, and I could already see the two sides of the firefight, the Taliban forces were small in number, the firepower was completely suppressed, they occupied a hill and fought to the death, it seemed that they were waiting for reinforcements.

My position is behind the mountain beam, and more than a dozen militants are exposed to my guns, and the distance is about 1,200 meters, and with the accuracy of the M200, this distance can be called one by one in good weather.

"You go search and rescue the pilot, I'll support the captain!" As I spoke, I had set up my sniper rifle on a rock and started adjusting my sights.

"No, if you do this, it will expose our position, and maybe it will attract a large number of rebels, and there are so many captains, so we don't need to worry." Pandora stopped me, and I didn't think much about it because our squad was operating covertly.

"Hey, guys, what do you think that's that?" The monkey crouched on the cliff and pointed to the valley behind him excitedly.

I put away my gun and followed Pandora to the monkey's position, and followed the direction of his finger to see that 800 meters away from the mountain, the wreckage of an airplane was emitting black smoke, the propeller did not know where it was flying, the eyes of the fuselage were deformed, and the entire tail part was blown into pieces, as if it was the result of being hit by a rocket.

"Did you find the pilot?" Pandora asked, holding the binoculars as she searched for them.

"Not yet, shouldn't you be stuck in the cabin all the time?" Evil wolf said.

"It's also possible that they escaped on their own." The striker guessed that depending on the extent of the damage to the plane, it should not fall to his death.

"Let's go, go over and have a look!" Pandora waved her hand, ready to go down to see if the target was alive.

"Wait a minute!" I suddenly reached out and pulled Pandora back: "There is a situation! ”

"At one o'clock, a figure is shaking!" The monkeys also found anomalies.

"Who?" The wolf asked as he lay next to me, looking around.

"I don't know, it's definitely not a good person!" I sneered and searched in that direction with my scope, and in a moment a couple of guys with black turbans came around from behind the hillside.

"Grass, it's the Taliban rebels!" Seeing this outfit basically determined the identity of the other party.

"There are quite a few people!" The striker held up his binoculars and could clearly see a steady stream of armed men coming from behind the hill, all aiming for the crashed helicopter, as we did.

An old man who looked to be at least fifty years old was the first to discover the wreckage of the plane, excitedly waving the worn-out AK in his hand, and he didn't know what to shout.

"Damn, there are so many people, is it possible to declare the mission a failure?" The wolf cursed and turned to look at Pandora.

The situation is obvious, we have lost the best time to rescue, now the valley is occupied by a large number of rebels, I roughly counted, at least a hundred people, if we can still maneuver around in the jungle, but in this bare valley, no matter how great our ability is, we can't do so many people, and we will be sent to death if we go down.

"Wait!" Pandora said in a deep voice.

At this time, the gunfire behind had stopped, and the captain and they had killed the rebels they had encountered there, and it seemed that the reinforcements they were expecting did not go over to support, but gathered here.

Dozens of people gathered around the plane, one of the guys went inside to take a look, and then pointed to the inside and said a bunch of words, the surrounding group of people listened to it as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, hula hula surrounded it, pointed to the inside and kept roaring, followed by someone picking up the stones on the ground and throwing them into the plane, and the crowd was angry for a while.

"Does this mean that the pilot is still alive?" I sneered, there is only one reason that can arouse the anger of these people, and that is that they have seen living American soldiers inside, and the hatred of the Taliban rebels for these invaders who destroyed their homes is not ordinary.

"If I were him, I wouldn't want to live!" The striker sighed softly, falling into the hands of these terrorists, unable to imagine what kind of abuse he would suffer.

"What should I do, just look at it?" I had an elbow to hit Pandora.

"Do you want to go down and fight them?" Pandora gave me a blank look.

"For God's sake, I can give him a ride." I knew that the hapless pilot must have just wanted to die a quick death at this moment.

"No, that's not for us to decide." If that unfortunate person hears that Pandora stops me, he will greet her family in the most ugly language.

At this time, I saw two Taliban rebels, dragged out of the cabin a GI in an American military uniform, he didn't look very good, his right leg was injured, it seemed to be very serious, he couldn't stand at all, he was dragged outside by the two, and left a blood mark behind him.

The pilot was not dead, but he was already seriously injured, and was beaten by the angry rebels, and his head was broken and bloodied, and his face was covered with blood.

Just as I was thinking about whether to give him a shot to end the pain, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps behind me, I suddenly turned around and pulled out my pistol, at the same time Pandora had already pulled the gun and loaded, and when we saw clearly who was coming, we were relieved, it was Major Rogge who came up with the Navy SEALs, and there were still people who followed us, and the large army was left behind, and the goddess and several of them led the army.

"How's it going?" Major Rogge hurried over and asked.

"Look for yourself, your pilots are being mistreated, and it looks pitiful." I could clearly see the bleeding wounds on his body in the scope, and the guy had his shirt violently ripped off by three rebels, who were gesturing at him with a saber.

"Carter!" Seeing this scene, Major Rogge angrily turned his head and called out the name of the sniper.

The Sniper named Carter in the Navy SEALs did not hesitate to set up the M24 sniper rifle, pull the bolt, load the bullet, and lock the muzzle of the gun onto the pilot who was being abused.

"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?" As soon as I grasped the muzzle of Carter's gun, I asked Rogge in a deep voice.

"End his suffering!" Rogge gritted his teeth, seemingly unwilling to give this order, but at this point, there was nothing we could do to get him out.

"Shouldn't you ask your superiors for advice?" Pandora said coldly.

We don't care if that unlucky guy lives or dies, but when he shoots, our position will be immediately revealed, and the enemy will press up frantically, and we don't want to exchange fire with the Taliban unless we have to, after all, that's not our mission.

"No, you don't!" Rogge ignored Pandora's reminder and ordered, "Shoot!" ”

The SEAL sniper shook off my hand holding the barrel of the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with the sound of a gunshot, a ball of blood erupted in the pilot's chest, and the bullet pierced the heart with precision, killing him with one shot.

(End of chapter)