"Helicopters! Fire at those helicopters!" In the darkness, the Qin Army commander pointed at a Tang Army helicopter hovering in midair in the distance and shouted loudly.
Beside him, the soldier responsible for loading ammunition into the Bofors Anti-Aircraft Gun was desperately inserting magazines into the cannon.
Just one look at the scene, and it was clear these aircraft weren't here just for a random attack; they had a purpose. The Qin Army soldiers, under no circumstances, could allow these aircraft to leave leisurely.
"A plane is landing! A plane is landing in the yard! Damn it!" On a nearby machine gun position, another Qin Army soldier saw a vague silhouette slowly descending in height under the moonlight.
He desperately needed a flare, but this was the Central Group Headquarters of the Qin Country, where would anyone prepare something like a flare?
