Great Single Player of the Heavens

"Nikolai, are you okay? Can you go?"

Although the image looks a bit miserable, Nikolai's spirit is still quite good.

"Okay... I can still fight. Thank you for getting me out of here."

Handing his spare main weapon to Nikolai, Price called for evacuation through the radio channel:

"Call Big Bird, this is B-6, we have rescued the target, meet us at the first landing zone, over."

"B-6, Big Bird here, we're on our way, over."

After the call ended, Price turned around and said to the four:

"Okay, let's go!"

Four members of Team B, plus one Nikolai, returned the same way and left the house.

The first landing area is actually a valley behind the house.

After waiting in the valley for about half a minute, a Black Hawk transport helicopter descended from the sky...

The five people boarded the helicopter one after another, and when the helicopter slowly lifted off and left this chaotic land, Nikolai seemed to remember something, suddenly patted Price beside him, and asked:

"Have the Americans begun to attack Al Sadd?"

"No, it will be a few hours before their aggression begins, what's the matter?"

"The Americans made a big mistake, they will never be able to capture Al-Saad alive!"

Hearing Nikolai's very firm words, Price couldn't help but frowned, "Why do you say that?"

Lu Qi, who was drinking water beside him, couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"The Americans trust their intelligence sources too much. Alasad is a coward. He will never risk his life. I doubt whether he is still in the Middle East."

When Nikolai expressed his guess, Lu Qi really wanted to echo him: "You guessed it right, he is really not in the Middle East, but in Azerbaijan!"

But these words,

He can only hide it in his heart and cannot tell others.

After all, he couldn't explain how he, a member of S.A.S far away in England, knew the whereabouts of a certain warlord in the Middle East...

"In any case, the Americans have decided to arrest Alasad, and neither you nor I can stop them..."

"Take a good rest, there is still a long way to go back..."

After finishing speaking, Price patted Nikolai on the shoulder, and then began to close his eyes and meditate.

And Lu Qi also imitated Price, leaning on the somewhat hard seat, and closed his eyes.

From the freighter operation in the Bering Strait to the rescue mission in the Caucasus Mountains, he only rested on the helicopter for a few hours in the middle, and he was also a little tired...

. . . . . .

When the helicopter flew westward for about two hours and left the Caucasus Mountains, Price also adjusted the communication channel in a timely manner to report to the command headquarters in England:

"Control, we've rescued Nikolai, and we're taking him to his hideout in Hamburg. Estimated arrival at 7:00, over."

"Got it, have a nice trip."

However, this sentence from the control center, originally a good wish, turned into a sarcasm ten minutes later...

"Missile attack! Hurry up!!!"

Accompanied by Price's roar and the warning sound echoing in the helicopter, a Stinger anti-aircraft missile suddenly appeared from somewhere below, with a striking tail flame, and went straight to the passing Black Hawk transport. Helicopter, coming at high speed.

The next second, just as Lu Qi stretched out his hands and firmly grasped the seat, the missile hit the tail of the helicopter without any accident, and an explosion occurred immediately!

The entire helicopter, like a spinning cup in an amusement park, suddenly began to shake violently.

At the moment before the helicopter was about to crash, there was only one ridiculous thought in Lu Qi's mind:

"It's really a fucking traditional art?!"

That's right, in COD, there are many traditional arts. For example: R-P-G, one shot is red, two shots are breathed, three shots are famous quotes, never be teammates or take photos with Qian Dui (Price), the mascot 1911, etc.

And one of the famous traditional arts is the helicopter that the protagonist rides, most of which end up in a crash.

Originally, Lu Qi thought that he would never encounter such shit.

But I didn't expect that the reason why traditional arts are called traditional arts is that of course they won't disappear or be taken away easily because of the interference of a certain character.

A strong sense of dizziness, constantly impacting the brain, made Lu Qi close his eyes, and gradually passed out...

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Qi vaguely felt his body being dragged, and the faint sound of running water came from his ears, causing him to slowly open his eyes.

What came into view was Price's familiar bearded face.

"Fortunately, you have no missing arms or legs..."

"Get up! Before the search force arrives here, we have to leave here..."

Suppressing the slight pain in the back of his head, Lu Qi stretched out his hand to take Price's hand, and stood up from the ground.

"Go and help Gates."

After leaving this sentence, Price walked quickly towards Soap lying on the ground not far away.

Lu Qi shook his head first, forced to suppress the remaining dizziness, stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head, and felt a touch of moisture on his hand.

Looking down, he found that his hand was scarlet.

The back of my head is bleeding!

Lu Qi guessed that the moment the helicopter crashed, his unconscious body swayed around and hit the back of the head, causing the back of the head to be injured and bleeding.

Fortunately, from the perspective of Shang Ke's mental and physical functions, the collision was only a minor injury and did not affect his combat effectiveness.

He simply treated the wound with the medicines in his backpack, tied the bandage around his head, and put his peaked cap back on Lu Qi, then came to the helicopter and helped Gates lift the unconscious Nikolai from In the cabin, lifted out.

During this period, when he saw a pool of black liquid on the ground, Lu Qi realized that the sound of running water he heard just now was the sound of gasoline leaking...

When Nikolai woke up faintly, Price and Soap, who also survived the catastrophe, gathered with the three of them beside the helicopter.

"Report of wounded soldiers!"

"Berson and both pilots were killed, sir."

"hateful!"

Glancing at the three corpses on the ground, Lu Qi blinked, feeling a sudden fear.

If he hadn't fastened his seat belt on the plane himself, and held on to the iron seat tightly in an emergency, he might have been thrown somewhere in the middle of the fall.

Breaking an arm or leg, or even falling on the head, and dying on the spot, is also a matter of minutes...

After a few seconds of silence for the dead teammates, Price's words once again brought everyone back to the cruel reality:

"Alright, the evacuation point shouldn't be too far from here, we have to hurry up!"

There is no way, the five people who survived the catastrophe can only leave the bodies of the three dead teammates, and continue to move towards the evacuation point...