An Apache attack helicopter belonging to the 101st Airborne Division's Combat Aviation Brigade is refueling at a forward fuel and ammunition supply station.
The helicopter take-off base is usually in a fixed location far away from the front line, and it consumes a lot of fuel when flying to the target. Therefore, helicopters generally do not enter the combat zone directly from the base to perform missions.
The front-line fuel and ammunition supply station is usually located about 50km away from the attack position. It is responsible for the supply of fuel and ammunition, and sometimes a front-line command post is set up here.
At this time, the helicopter gunship did not shut down its engine. Once the engine stops working, it cannot be restarted until the temperature of the turbine drops, which is a waste of time.
Attack helicopters usually have the ability to refuel while the engine is running, and the fuel can be refilled in just fifteen to twenty minutes.
"Something big seems to have happened?"
The ground staff chatted with the two crew members on the helicopter while refueling.
"Fifteen special forces members, two patrols, and fifteen Afghan villages, none survived."
Hodge, the weapons operator in the front cockpit, said as he flipped through the mission briefing.
The briefing said that the attacker was a single person, using strange cold weapons and was extremely fast. The command was obviously enraged and sent out an armored mechanized unit to eliminate the attacker. They would provide air support.
After filling up the fuel, the Apache immediately went to the standby position, where it would just hover in the air. This is 20km away from the target area. As long as the reconnaissance helicopter or Global Hawk drone that was dispatched first captured the target location, it could immediately go to the attack position and launch an attack.
"Mike, what on earth do you think was the attacker this time?"
Hodge still couldn't believe that one person could cause such heavy losses to the US military. You know, the patrol was equipped with tanks. In his opinion, the reason why the Green Goblin caused such heavy losses to Mexico was purely because their army was too weak.
"According to the Pashtuns, it was Genghis Khan's spirit that came back to life and inhabited a sword."
Said Mike, the pilot in the back cockpit.
The rumor spread quickly, and some villages were fleeing the area in panic.
While the two were chatting on the armed helicopter, the ground troops had already run into Wang Xuanzhe who was controlled by Xingxiu Jie.
Three M1A2 main battle tanks aimed at the enemy two kilometers away. The fire control system on the tank adopted a command-style system. The sight was different from the traditional fire control system. It adopted a mode in which the sight and the gun were installed separately and independently stabilized.
After the gunner uses the H-shaped grip to drive the aiming line to aim at the target, the fire control computer automatically calculates the lead amount through various ballistic corrections such as wind speed, propellant temperature, target distance, angular velocity, tilt angle, etc. measured by the sensor, and drives the gun servo system to turn the gun to the advance position.
Soon, the standard for the artillery's position in the sight lit up and firing could be carried out.
"BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"
The tank jerked violently under the recoil.
The gunner could see three spots of light through the scope, almost in a flash, and they were about to hit the target.
Get blown to pieces soon, monster!
He prayed in his heart.
Sparks flashed, and the metal shells of the three M908s were cut open like tofu, and the fuses and detonators inside were destroyed by the sword's energy. The debris of the shells hit the ground under inertia, and dust flew everywhere.
No explosion!
"Reload! Switch to depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets!"
The commander looked at the scene in front of him in horror. The speed of the grenade was over 1400m/s, far exceeding that of rifle bullets and grenades, but it was still cut off.
The sturdy black loader immediately pulled out an M829A2 armor-piercing bullet from the magazine and loaded it into the barrel.
"up!"
The loader shouted loudly, indicating that the loading was completed.
The accompanying infantry fighting vehicles began to fire, and the M242 Bushmaster chain guns they were equipped with pushed the firing rate to the limit. The tracer bullets flying in the sky looked like brilliant fireworks.
This is the iron rain of death.
Wang Xuanzhe was like a seagull in the rain, flying through the shells and rushing towards the armored unit.
"He's too fast! I can't aim!"
The gunner's voice sounded somewhat desperate. The field of view of the sight was too small, and he could not fit the oncoming figure into the crosshairs at all.
"Back up! Move back and keep some distance!"
The driver's voice was trembling.
"Has our armed helicopter not arrived yet? Where is our air force controller?"
"when!"
The tank body suddenly shook violently, and the sharp sound of metal piercing almost tore the eardrums of everyone in the car. The driver stared at the tip of the sword in front of him in amazement.
"Fuck it!"
The physical thickness of the front armor of the M1A2 main battle tank is more than 700mm. Even a saboted armor-piercing projectile will melt into a fluid due to the intense friction after penetrating such a thick composite armor.
The armor-piercing warheads of most rocket launchers cannot penetrate this Wall of Sighs.
Now, it was pierced by a sword.
This magical reality made him think he was still in a dream.
"Gu..."
Wang Xuanzhe pulled Xingxiu Jie out of the tank. His sword was like a mosquito biting an elephant. The blade of the magic sword was too short and could only barely penetrate the armor.
He leaped up, landed above the tank, and slashed downward with his sword. Immediately, three sword auras surged up, piercing through the thin top armor and killing all four people in the vehicle.
The accompanying infantrymen fired at him in the air.
Wang Xuanzhe's demonic energy surged, corroding all the bullets fired at him. He used his demonic energy to change his position, and the sword light was like a meat grinder, stabbing the resisting soldiers into a hornet's nest.
The tanks and infantry fighting vehicles were like clumsy beasts. The elevation and depression angles of their artillery were too small to attack Wang Xuanzhe who was so close.
Amid the roar of the engines, they tried to distance themselves from Wang Xuanzhe.
"drink!"
A sword aura twisted and turned, bypassing the front and penetrating from the side, instantly crushing the crew in the tank into pieces. These powerful modern weapons were vulnerable in front of the Star Tribulation.
There was a sound of people sucking in their breath in shock at the command center.
They witnessed from the drone footage how a powerful armored mechanized unit was completely slaughtered in a matter of minutes, without any ability to resist.
They were all wiped out so quickly that the armed helicopters 20 kilometers away didn't even have time to provide support.
If it were the Taliban, it would have cost at least 3,000 people to achieve the same result.
"Where are our armed helicopters and artillery! Let the artillery cover the entire area! I will completely flatten this land. Even if he is really the ghost of Genghis Khan, I will send him to hell!!"
John Scott, commander of U.S. forces in Afghanistan, used roaring to hide his inner fear.