Chapter 967: Fighting a Path to Escape

Before everyone had finished rushing into the air-raid shelter, He Yuzhu had already quietly stuffed all kinds of weapons from his space into the abandoned ammunition depot deep inside the shelter.

He also took the opportunity to place the Avenger Missile Launcher they had captured earlier into a spacious bunker.

As soon as He Yuzhu led the group into the shelter, the few people in charge of security rushed over anxiously, and the leader, Captain Fu, said with a look of distress: "Old He, we don't have any gear in our hands; how are we supposed to fight this battle?"

He Yuzhu pressed his hand down and said: "Everyone, don't panic. I just saw an armory over there; I'll go rummage through it to see if I can find anything. Even if there are no weapons, that missile launcher alone will be enough to give them a hard time."

After speaking, he strode over, kicked a large iron lock, and with a "Clang—", the lock hasp flew off and the door was kicked open.

Several people followed him inside and were all stunned; over a dozen large crates were stacked neatly.

He Yuzhu smashed open a large wooden crate, inside which lay five pitch-black, oily M24 Sniper Rifles arranged neatly.

He turned his head and shouted: "Is everyone familiar with this rifle?"

Captain Fu's eyes lit up: "M24! I've studied it, and although I haven't used it, it should be no problem. It's a rifle, right? The principles are all the same."

He Yuzhu scanned the others, and seeing no one respond, he pried open another wooden crate—inside was actually a row of gleaming AK47s.

Several security personnel immediately erupted, and a big guy even leaned in curiously: "Eh? Do the Americans use this kind of rifle too?"

Captain Fu glared at him and cursed in a low voice: "What are you blathering about! Hurry up and grab your gear, load the magazines, the enemy will be here any second, there's no time for nonsense."

Several people immediately got to work, clicking bullets into the magazines, pulling the bolts, and checking the feed, their movements as nimble as if they had rehearsed them countless times.

At this moment, Xiao Li ran over panting, his face pale: "Factory Director He, are... are we really going to burn bridges with these Americans?"

Captain Sun was picking up an M240 Light Machine Gun nearby, and upon hearing this, he turned his head and spat: "They blew up our plane and didn't intend to let us leave alive at all; you're still thinking about trying to get on their good side? Is your brain waterlogged? Hurry up and grab a gun; by the time the enemy is right in our faces, it'll be too late to cry!"

As he spoke, he gripped the machine gun, but his tone revealed an irrepressible excitement: "Factory Director He, I haven't touched a gun in many years. Now that I'm back at it, my blood is burning, just like when I was in the military. By the way—where did you put that thing that took down the F16 earlier? Can you let me have a look?"

He Yuzhu didn't say a word, turned around, and ran toward the circular fortification, with Captain Sun following closely behind.

After running more than forty meters, the outline of a semi-buried circular fortification was revealed, and inside sat that Avenger Humvee Missile Launcher.

Captain Sun lunged at it, his palms stroking the cold armored body back and forth, his eyes shining: "Good heavens, this is my first time seeing this thing; is it fully automatic?"

He Yuzhu nodded, nimbly climbed into the driver's seat, his fingers tapping rapidly on the control panel, and slowly turned the missile launcher toward the direction of the airport gate.

He knew clearly in his heart—this thing is an expert at hitting aircraft, but when it comes to dealing with ground tanks and armored vehicles, it really isn't the most convenient tool.

Just then, smoke and dust billowed into the sky on the road in the distance, and six M Military vehicles, dragging rolling yellow clouds, were charging madly toward the airport.

He Yuzhu squinted to look, and his heart tightened suddenly—following at the very back of the convoy was an LAV-25 eight-wheeled assault gun, and that thick, short barrel was not to be trifled with.

Captain Sun saw it too and swallowed hard: "Factory Director He, that gun vehicle must be taken out first, otherwise even if we hunker down in the fortification, we'll have our lids blown off by it."

He Yuzhu shook his head, his gaze fixed firmly on the lead vehicle at the very front: "We must hit the leader first. This missile is good for hitting planes, but it's easy to hit rocks when hitting a moving vehicle—look at those protruding reefs in front; if you're not careful, it'll veer off. We have to force their convoy to a stop first. Captain Sun, when I fire the first shot, you have to help me suppress their firepower; they have machine guns too..."

Captain Sun patted the body of the machine gun: "Leave it to me!"

Captain Fu also ran over quickly, sweating profusely: "Factory Director He, how should we coordinate?"

He Yuzhu didn't look back: "You hold the front; just don't let them rush in."

"Got it!" Captain Fu turned and ran, shouting for people to deploy defenses as he went.

He Yuzhu picked up the bolt-action M24, braced his elbows steadily against the edge of the fortification, adjusted his breathing, and slowly centered the crosshairs on the blurry figure in the driver's seat of the lead vehicle.

"Bang—"

The gunshot was dull and crisp, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's eardrums.

The windshield of the lead vehicle suddenly blossomed with a spiderweb-like crack, a hideous blood hole exploded in the center of the driver's forehead, and the whole person slumped backward abruptly.

The out-of-control front of the vehicle immediately swerved and plunged straight toward the seaside cliff.

The three remaining soldiers in the vehicle were scared out of their wits, desperately pushing open the doors and scrambling out, falling into the pile of reefs on the shore, their screams mixing with the sound of the waves in a chaotic mess.

The military vehicles behind braked urgently, the tires screeching harshly against the ground.

The M60 General-purpose Machine Gun on the roof of one of the vehicles instantly turned its muzzle, spraying tongues of fire—

"Da-da-da-da-da—"

A dense rain of bullets swept over like pouring water, hitting the outer wall of the reinforced concrete shelter, sparking dense orange-red fire, and sending debris flying.

That LAV-25 assault gun also stopped urgently, its turret began to rotate slowly, and the muzzle was inching toward He Yuzhu's fortification.

Beads of sweat rolled down He Yuzhu's forehead—he knew that if they took a hit, at least a few people on his side would go down.

He was almost racing against the Grim Reaper. His fingers switched control modes rapidly, and the locking frame of the Avenger Missile Launcher bit firmly onto the heat source signal at the rear of the assault gun.

The moment the green light lit up, he slammed the launch button—

"Whoosh—Boom!"

A Stinger Missile tore through the air, trailing white smoke, and struck the rear armor of the assault gun, fire bursting, iron armor shattering, and the fuel instantly detonated into a blinding fireball.

The heavy turret could no longer rotate and remained stuck at an angle.

"Beautiful!" Captain Sun shouted at the top of his lungs while firing the machine gun, the bullets keeping the enemy from raising their heads.

Xiao Li, who was loading ammunition for Captain Sun nearby, had also completely steadied his nerves at this moment.

He watched with his own eyes as that assault gun exploded into scrap metal, and the last bit of wishful thinking in his heart burned away with it—at this point, it was either you die or I live; trying to seek peace now was just asking for death.

He Yuzhu didn't pause, and the second Stinger followed closely—"Boom!" The warhead accurately smashed into another military vehicle topped with a heavy machine gun, directly blowing the roof off by several meters.

The soldiers in the remaining vehicles panicked completely, scrambling to turn their vehicles around, wanting to flee the way they came.

But how could their throttles compare to the exhaust of a missile? He Yuzhu fired several more shots, blowing up the remaining vehicles one after another into burning iron coffins.

Before the smoke had cleared, He Yuzhu had already jumped off the missile launcher and waved to everyone: "Don't just stand there, hurry and retreat! It won't be long before M Military's planes might fly over!"

Director Li was so anxious he was rubbing his hands: "Factory Director, we've smashed all the vehicles; without transportation, how are we going to leave?"

He Yuzhu glanced at the warehouse in the distance: "I'll go over there and take a look; maybe I can find a few old trucks."

Captain Sun hurriedly asked: "Factory Director, this missile launcher—aren't we taking it?"

He Yuzhu nodded: "I'll leave it to you to drive; I'm going to find a truck." After speaking, he took off running.

Before long, He Yuzhu actually drove an old-fashioned military truck out of the warehouse with a rumble, with some oil drums piled in the truck bed.

He leaned out of the window and shouted: "There are three more inside; everyone who knows how to drive, get them out for me!"

Old Li saw this scene from afar and was completely convinced—this Factory Director He could conjure weapons and transportation wherever he went, as if he carried a treasure chest with him.

He Yuzhu jumped off the vehicle and pointed to his own: "My vehicle is hauling weapons, ammunition, and fuel; the remaining three are for people. Move quickly!"

The members of the delegation immediately sprang into action, some climbing into the truck beds, others squeezing into the cabs.

The convoy started up quickly, crushing over the pitted runway as they broke out.

Passing by the pile of burning wreckage, there were still a few US Military soldiers on the ground who hadn't breathed their last, groaning. He Yuzhu did not stop his pace; he raised his hand and fired a few shots to finish them off, clean and swift.

He cleared the way, directed the convoy to go first, and remained at the rear to begin cleaning up the scene.

With a thought from He Yuzhu, those corpses and the wreckage of the blown-up vehicles were all swept into his space.

Only scattered bloodstains and charred debris remained on the ground; apart from that, it was clean, as if nothing had ever happened.

He Yuzhu finished the cleanup, got into his vehicle, and began to accelerate, soon catching up to the convoy that had already driven far ahead.

Kicking up dust, the convoy drove at full speed toward the only pier on the small island.