Chapter 546: A One-Man Battle

Seeing that the matter could not be settled peacefully, He Yuzhu flipped his wrists, and his dual pistols were already in his hands; he raised his hand and fired a shot, immediately finishing off this arrogant white Patrol Police officer.

Immediately following, he turned the muzzles and fired three consecutive shots at the other three soldiers who were inspecting the vehicle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He Yuzhu did not care whether they lived or died; he jumped directly onto the truck, slammed on the gas, and sped off toward the front.

He knew clearly in his heart that the other side would soon relay the news back to the Ministry, and the encirclement would shrink rapidly; it would be better to find a place and have a satisfying battle.

Su Qing glanced at He Yuzhu beside him and said in a deep voice, "Zhuzi, no matter how fast we drive, we will be surrounded by them sooner or later."

He Yuzhu nodded: "Then we'll have a battle; my hands have been itching for a long time anyway."

Su Qing shook his head helplessly; he had roughly guessed He Yuzhu's thoughts.

The truck sped along, and in the blink of an eye, an hour passed; there were no vehicles chasing from behind, nor were there any signs of interceptors along the way.

Su Qing spoke up: "Zhuzi, the news from the checkpoint should have been sent out long ago; why hasn't anyone chased us yet?"

He Yuzhu laughed: "Don't be anxious yet; they have likely already started surrounding us from all directions."

The words had barely left his mouth when a sudden change occurred.

Two helicopters were flying from the airspace ahead toward the direction the truck was traveling; the roaring sound was deafening, and their flight altitude was extremely low.

He Yuzhu said: "Brother Su, I have to wrong you for a moment."

Su Qing nodded in understanding.

He Yuzhu raised his hand and delivered a palm strike to the back of Su Qing's neck, and Su Qing immediately fainted.

He Yuzhu moved his mind and took him into his Space Ability.

Afterward, he quickly got out of the vehicle and flashed into a drainage ditch by the side of the road.

Flying closer was an H13 Armed Helicopter; the aircraft was flying extremely low, no higher than the treetops, and He Yuzhu could even clearly see the arrogant expression on the pilot's face.

He quickly took out the Bazooka rocket launcher; loading and aiming were done in one smooth motion.

"Boom!"

The rocket, trailing a plume of fire, struck the belly of the H13 helicopter directly.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, the H13 Armed Helicopter blew apart in mid-air on the spot, and fragments scattered and fell like a rainstorm.

Several pieces of wreckage crashed near the ditch where He Yuzhu was hiding, nearly hitting him and making him shrink his head back in fright.

The other H13 was also affected by the explosive shrapnel, and thick black smoke began to pour from its fuselage; fortunately, the pilot's skills were solid, and he yanked the control stick, causing the aircraft to climb rapidly.

How could He Yuzhu let this opportunity slip? He quickly reloaded the rocket—in less than fifteen seconds, the second round was in place.

He focused his aim and pulled the trigger, his movements crisp and clean.

The rocket trailed a long tail as it lunged toward the target, but it ultimately veered slightly, grazing the fuselage as it passed.

That helicopter had already climbed to over five hundred meters, and He Yuzhu had completely lost the chance to shoot.

He watched the helicopter shrink into a small black dot and sighed lightly; it had been too long since he touched a rocket launcher, and his Kung Fu was indeed a bit rusty.

He Yuzhu dared not delay for even a moment; he hid two hundred kilograms of High Explosive in the large box at the back of the truck and connected the detonator and remote detonation device.

Immediately after, he buried quite a few landmines near the truck.

He knew in his heart that it wouldn't be long before this place became a battlefield, and large numbers of helicopters and soldiers would arrive, so he might as well fight a damn rearguard action right here!

He Yuzhu moved to a small hill two hundred meters away and activated his Space Ability, digging a trench three hundred meters long in the blink of an eye.

This trench was not open-air but an underground passage with over a meter of soil covering it; he even opened a dozen firing ports on the trench walls, so even if bombers came to carpet-bomb the area, they wouldn't be able to collapse this place!

Everything was ready; He Yuzhu let out a breath, leaned comfortably against the trench wall, took a large pancake out of his space, rolled some pork knuckle meat inside, and ate it in large mouthfuls, quietly waiting for the prey to come to his door.

Not long after, the roar of a helicopter fleet came from afar; this time there were actually six of them, and a High-altitude Reconnaissance Plane was also hovering in the sky.

The six helicopters learned from their previous experience; they all hovered in the air about one kilometer away from the truck, no longer daring to approach easily.

He Yuzhu sneered in his heart: Heh, scared? What a bunch of cowards.

But just at this moment, he discovered a large number of vehicles driving along both sides of Route 66.

Those vehicles stopped one after another two or three kilometers away, and immediately after, fully armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicles and began to slowly close in on the truck's position.

He Yuzhu did not act immediately; he just lurked quietly in the trench, planning to wait until they got closer before making a move.

"Boom!"

A soldier approaching the truck accidentally triggered a landmine, and the blast wave instantly flipped several people nearby.

"Spread out! Take cover!" an officer shouted sternly.

"Bang!"

Before the words had even faded, the officer who was shouting was shot in the head and fell straight down.

Seeing this, the H13 Armed Helicopter above immediately turned its muzzle and fired wildly at the area where He Yuzhu had previously been hiding; bullets poured down like a rainstorm, kicking up dust all over that patch of ground.

But He Yuzhu had already shifted his position; he leaned out from a firing port one hundred meters away, shouldered the Bazooka rocket launcher that was already loaded, and pulled the trigger toward the nearest armed helicopter without hesitation.

"Boom—!"

The rocket accurately hit the fuel tank in the belly of the helicopter; that H13 helicopter exploded into a fireball in mid-air, and fragments scattered all over the ground.

This strike of He Yuzhu's had essentially poked a hornet's nest.

The remaining five H13 Armed Helicopters in the air immediately turned their direction, and their machine guns and rockets launched a blanket strike on his firing position.

He Yuzhu moved rapidly between the bunkers, and his rifle rang out from time to time; with every gunshot, a soldier in the encirclement would fall to the ground.

Seeing that this person was elusive, the helicopters could no longer hold back and descended to lower altitudes to close in, their machine-gun fire churning the ground around He Yuzhu into a cloud of smoke and dust.

He Yuzhu temporarily put away the rocket launcher and switched to holding his sniper rifle, holding his breath, aiming, and pulling the trigger—

"Bang!"

A bullet pierced the cockpit glass of an armed helicopter and struck the pilot directly in the head.

The helicopter immediately lost control, spinning and falling crookedly in the air, and finally crashed hard into the ground.

"Boom!"

Another fireball rose up in the wilderness.

Just at this moment, several more soldiers carelessly triggered a Landmine, and for a time, the scene became exceptionally tragic.

The successive explosions made the remaining soldiers dare not advance rashly again; they scrambled to hide behind the abandoned truck on the side of the road, using the vehicle body as cover to fire in the direction of He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu was secretly delighted in his heart; that place was originally the grave I designed for you all.

The armed helicopter in the air locked onto He Yuzhu's activity area, and bullets poured down as if they were free of charge; for a moment, He Yuzhu actually had no opportunity to counterattack.

He glanced at the rear of that truck—the hiding soldiers were gathering in greater numbers, and directly above, a helicopter was circling and strafing in He Yuzhu's direction.

He curled his lips coldly and pressed the Remote Control hard with his thumb.

"Boom——!!!"

A heaven-shaking and earth-shattering loud noise suddenly exploded; that truck was flipped into mid-air as if by an invisible giant hand, tearing apart in the blinding firelight.

The shockwave of the explosion swept across a range of thirty to forty meters in radius, and the twenty or thirty soldiers hiding behind the vehicle did not even have time to scream before they were turned into powder in the terrifying flames and tremors.

Severed limbs and broken arms, mixed with metal fragments, were scattered into the surrounding wilderness.

That helicopter hovering in the air was also struck in its belly by the truck's debris; the fuselage shuddered violently, then lost its balance, dragging black smoke as it tilted and plummeted toward the ground, turning into another sky-high fireball amidst a deafening roar.