Anti-War Game: Starting from Normandy Campaign Chapter 570 - 273: [Failed Counter-Terrorism Mission]

As the ard helicopters swooped down.

The deafening roar also caused unease among the hidden mbers of the organization in the village, erging from various places in the houses, so holding RPG launchers, ready to pull the trigger at the ard helicopters.

But the ard helicopters in the sky did not give them a chance.

The chain cannons mounted on the helicopters rotated like a prelude to the Grim Reaper, then burst into flas, instantly pouring ammunition into the village below.

Boom boom boom boom—

The chain cannon swept through, the weak mud houses collapsed, accompanied by explosions from hit ammunition.

In Yu Feng’s perspective.

Several mbers of the organization holding RPGs were hit by the cannon’s ammunition, destroying the RPGs on their shoulders, and the explosion spread instantly.

The bodies of those organizational mbers were torn apart in the explosion, thrown into the air.

The whole scene appeared unusually violent.

But it made one’s adrenaline surge.

Yu Feng wasn’t idle either, as he was stationed at a high point covering the helicopter, he kept reporting the enemy’s positions to the ard helicopters in the sky.

With each reported position.

The ard helicopters circling above the outskirts of the village showed no rcy, after a tilt maneuver, they aid at the positions reported by Yu Feng.

Whoosh—

Flas burned swiftly, the sound of slicing through the air echoed.

A Hellfire missile with a long tail fla whizzed toward a building in the center of the village.

Boom—!!!

Hit with precision.

The explosion spread, the village’s only ’large’ building collapsed like building blocks.

Whoosh—!

Another Hellfire missile hit a building.

Followed by the roar of the chain cannon.

The village, already small, under such annihilating strikes, within just a few minutes, didn’t have a single intact building left.

It turned into ruins.

The adobe houses were reduced to a ss, the entire village plunged into chaos.

Plus the noise triggered by ammunition explosions and the thick smoke rising to the sky.

So organizational mbers who couldn’t hide were either blown up or rushed out to engage in gunfire with the squad at the village entrance.

Ard helicopters ascended, then rcilessly strafed with the chain cannon, while Yu Feng lay atop the high point outside the village, shooting at organizational mbers one by one.

At this mont.

The firepower strike from the United States once again demonstrated what is ant by overwhelming force.

However, more organizational mbers in the village started appearing, Yu Feng’s pupils shrank sharply, watching through the scope at the village engulfed in thick smoke.

At least twenty or thirty ground panels flipped open, and organizational mbers erged with rifles and grenades.

So even wore the old-fashioned bulletproof vests from the World War II era United States.

Who knows where they got those from.

Yu Feng quickly reported, and two ard helicopters swiftly ascended, two RPG rounds grazed the tail of one of the helicopters, causing it to veer off course.

The shaken helicopters rose to a safe height, their mounted chain cannons intermittently fired at the village below.

Every cellar entrance suffered a rain of chain cannon bullets.

Even an unlucky mber of the organization who had just crawled out of a cellar entrance had their head blown off by a direct hit from a chain cannon bullet, leaving a headless body falling back into the cellar.

The ard helicopters in the sky seed like a at grinder, while organizational mbers on the ground got shredded like minced at.

But there were too many of them.

They kept pouring out from various cellars, and at least 50 organizational mbers ford squads after erging, advancing toward the village entrance.

A squad wielding machine guns started firing at the ard helicopters in the sky.

The gunfire below grew increasingly intense.

Gradually.

The squad that entered the village was surrounded, the opposing organizational mbers advanced in a fan shape toward the squad, while Yu Feng shot and reported positions to provide cover.

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed:

"They’re about to charge!"

anwhile, he fired his sniper rifle rapidly, trying his best to shoot down those organizational mbers.

Bang bang bang—!

The sounds of gunfire echoed in the mountains.

Boom—!

A massive explosion erupted at the village entrance, flas quickly spread.

A United States soldier, with nowhere to retreat, detonated a grenade, turning three charging organizational mbers into a frenzy of shattered flesh flying back.

Such a horrific scene also shocked the charging organizational mbers, holding them back montarily.

The squad breathed a sigh of relief.

The ard helicopters in the sky continued to strafe, and the voices of pilots ca through everyone’s headset:

"Reinforcents will arrive in three minutes, hold on."

Hearing three minutes, everyone’s eyes brightened.

But the encircling forty to fifty mbers made these three minutes seem rather tough.

The ard helicopters in the sky were still firing, but the rate had decreased significantly, suggesting that ammunition was running low.

The encircling organizational mbers also noticed this, reorganizing their offensive.

No battle is inherently mastered.

Even though preparations were made beforehand, the soldiers from the United States realized they underestimated the preparation needed.

First ti fighting such enemies.

Below seed like a massive underground city, housing countless people.

Clearly many organizational mbers had been killed.

Yet at this mont, more soldiers continued to erge from nurous cellar entrances.

Nearby organizational mbers organized another charge.

While United States soldiers at the village entrance threw anything they could, smoke bombs, flashlights, grenades... to create obstacles as much as possible.

anwhile, machine-gun fire roared as they swept at the organizational mbers.