Doomsday America.

Chapter 247 Chickens Fighting Each Other

Chapter 247 A Clash of Weaklings (6k)

"Shut up, damn it, keep your voice down, we're getting closer!"

At the front of the group, hearing the whispers coming from behind, Gavin cursed.

Lucien immediately shut his mouth and gave the guy who had spoken a piece of his mind a piece of his mind.

After being rebuked by Lucien, the guy had no choice but to stop talking, but then he couldn't help but lean close to Lucien's ear and whisper something.

"Boss, Gavin isn't our boss, why should we listen to him?"

"Fools! Without Gavin's help, who knows, one night we might end up like Margaret, hung from a tree by that voodoo camp!"

Lucien quickly interrupted his companion's foolish talk, then continued to follow Gavin's footsteps, gradually approaching the cliff.

Meanwhile, at the front of the group, looking at the Christmas tree that was getting closer and closer, Martin couldn't help but stop, and the whole group followed suit and squatted down under the nearby tree.

Seeing Martin stop, Gavin could guess why Martin was crouching down—the road ahead had become difficult to traverse.

Right in front of that Christmas tree piled with dozens of corpses, the only road leading up the mountain was right there, glaringly obvious!

Apart from the path that winds its way up the mountain, the woods near the Christmas tree had long been cleared away, and the materials were used for starting fires or making Christmas trees.

In short, that area is barren, and if you want to go up the mountain, you have to pass through there, so Gavin and his group have a hard time getting around it!

It's not even difficult, but impossible to get around. After all, this small cliff is really too small. With its back to the mountain pass, there's a 27 or 28-meter cliff, and facing the mountain pass, there's a Christmas tree and an open space. On the left and right sides, there are large areas of rocks.

Unless you're a professional rock climber who can try to climb up the mountain by clinging to the crevices on either side, the average person shouldn't even think about getting close to it.

Looking at the road leading up the mountain, Martin pursed his lips, pointed to the dead guards near the sugar apples, and said.

"Boss, judging from the angle, the location of the dead guards is the last blind spot in the mountain resort area. Once we get past those heads and continue towards the corpses, anyone on the mountain watching this side will definitely be able to see us!"

"So, we need to come up with another idea to continue our safe approach!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Martin looked at Gavin with a serious expression, while Gavin immediately turned to look at Eugene at the back of the line.

Noticing Gavin's gaze and listening to Martin's words, Eugene didn't need Gavin to speak before quickly saying, "Boss, it's no use looking at me. There aren't any suitable sniping spots here because we're on a low point, while they're on a high point, and the surrounding area has too much open field of view and the distance is too close!"

"Even if I wore a ghillie suit, I wouldn't be able to use it, because there isn't even a shrub near the entrance. Even if I wore the ghillie suit and lay there, I'd be as conspicuous as the midday sun!"

After saying that, Eugene casually made a gesture of helplessness towards Gavin.

Seeing this, Gavin nodded slightly, then quickly pondered for a moment.

A moment later, he took out a walkie-talkie and spoke to Martin, Lucien, and the others.

"If you don't have any better way to get up the mountain, then I'll call the helicopter crew to descend from the leeward side of the mountain and approach the resort to draw their attention."

"Even so, I can't guarantee that no one in the hillside resort will be watching our direction after the helicopter appears."

"The journey ahead will be dangerous; you'd better be prepared!"

After saying that, Gavin waved the walkie-talkie at Lucien.

Lucien grinned, giving a nonchalant sneer, and said in a low voice.

"Gawain, don't mistake me and my men for cowardly fools. Even if you didn't come to help, we'd still take down these voodoo cultists ourselves!"

"So, just let me know when it's time for us to blanch."

"Since there's no way up the mountain, let's just charge in. I don't believe they have any professional snipers. Do you think they can shoot us all down?"

"Besides, there are helicopters to distract them!"

At this point, Lucien smiled and raised his gun, while his men responded listlessly.

As they responded, several of the men looked at Gavin for help.

Obviously, not everyone likes to charge into the air with bullets in their face.

Gavin could only nod and pick up the walkie-talkie to speak.

"Sean, this is Gavin. Please respond."

"Roger that, boss. We're hovering at 2,800 meters. What's the next order?"

Sean's answer was decisive, even more so than Gavin's.

After all, Gavin wasn't used to ordering his men to take risks.

At this moment, it was Sean's words that quickly calmed Gavin down.

So Gavin spoke softly into the walkie-talkie.

"Sean, it's difficult for ground troops to bypass the reconnaissance range of the halfway camp and continue approaching. Next, you need to lower your altitude to the leeward side of the mountain and try to draw enemy attention and fire, creating space for us to continue our approach!"

"receive!"

Upon receiving the order, Sean pursed his lips and then spoke into his earpiece to Nicholas and Paul.

"Nicholas, Paul, you heard that? We've got a job!"

"Everyone, move to the machine gun positions. Try not to use the autocannons. The autocannons are too powerful and can easily cause secondary damage. We should try to avoid affecting our future manpower."

"The target is any armed member who fires at us. Also, watch out for RGPs."

"Our radar isn't very effective at times like this, and we basically have to rely on verbal communication, my buddies!"

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As he finished speaking, Sean slowly lowered the plane while picking up the walkie-talkie again and speaking to Gavin.

"Boss, this is Sean. We're currently descending to an altitude of 2,700 meters."

"We'll launch a direct attack on the survivor camp shortly. Draw enemy fire as much as possible. Hurry up and be careful; we can hold them off!"

"Understood. Please be careful, my friends!"

Gavin responded quickly.

Hearing Gavin's words, Sean took a deep breath, then suddenly broke into a huge smile. He gripped the walkie-talkie and growled at Gavin.

"For the last embers of civilization, boss!"

"Yes, for our future!"

Gavin responded in a low voice, then raised his head as high as possible, looking up at the sky away from the shade of the tree canopy.

In his view, the helicopter descended rapidly, and at the same time, a certain commotion arose in the resort halfway down the mountain.

In the bedroom of the resort halfway up the mountain, in the room called the Chief's Room.

The leader, who was working diligently with Margaret, suddenly frowned.

Because he heard the sound of a helicopter!

While the leader was stunned, Margaret, who was tightly bound, gritted her teeth and spat out the filth in her mouth, and spoke to the leader whose face was painted with blood-red patterns.

"Maurice, your calamity has arrived!"

"Is that so? A natural disaster?"

Upon hearing Margaret's words, Maurice grinned, and the blood-red patterns on his face became even more ferocious with his smile.

He gripped Margaret's fat pad tightly, squeezing it so hard that Margaret tensed up and screamed, while speaking to the screaming Margaret.

"Your 'natural disaster' is Gavin, the one you mentioned? Just that basketball star? Ha!"

"Only an idiot like you would pin your hopes on a celebrity!"

"And I am the wolf running through the apocalypse, the messenger of Ligba and the communicator of the spirit world, and the spokesperson for life and death!"

"You desire my destruction, but you are wrong. The world today is a sign that the power of Bondi has triumphed over your God, and a world where the dead, returning from the spirit world, are destined to triumph over the living!"

"Since you still hold onto hope, then let me destroy it, you capitalist's daughter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Maurice suddenly stood up, making a crisp popping sound.

Then, while pulling up his pants, he stomped hard on Margaret's head.

Boom!

After a muffled thud, Margaret coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, feeling dizzy. Then, she struggled to curl up her bound body, and with her last strength, she looked at Maurice, scoffing and shaking her head.

Morris, having no time to spare for Margaret, strode out of the room and was met by two men wrapped in white down jackets running toward him.

Looking at his two subordinates, who were wearing down jackets on their upper bodies and shorts on their lower bodies, revealing their hairy legs, with bloodstains all over their white down jackets, Morris cursed under his breath.

"What kind of helicopter is that? Did you see what kind of helicopter it was?"

"Honggan! It's Black Hawk! It's that fucking Black Hawk!"

"Damn it!"

Morris couldn't help but curse. After all, few people who had ever used weapons could see Black Hawk without being afraid.

Despite the frequent crashes of Black Hawk helicopters in movies, in reality, since the Black Hawk entered service, no more than fifteen have been definitively shot down by ground-based RPGs and various types of bullets over the decades!

Moreover, Black Hawk isn't actually afraid of crashes at all!

Not to mention the various anti-jamming weapons that the Black Hawk comes with, its cushioning devices and heavy armor alone mean that even if the Black Hawk crashes, it will not lose its combat capability immediately!

It's important to know that the Black Hawk helicopter has been designed to crash since its inception.

The aircraft's extremely thick chassis and its advanced energy-absorbing devices ensure that even if the Black Hawk were to fall vertically from a height of 200 meters at a speed of more than 13 meters per second, all crew members would survive!

Black Hawk helicopters rarely crash and kill crew members; this is the true data behind the numerous crashes that have occurred since they entered the battlefield.

As for the various weapons carried by the Black Hawk helicopter—

Thinking about this, Morris felt his scalp tingle. What that bitch Margaret said was actually true. She really did have another camp supporting her, and it really was a large camp with armed helicopters!

While Morris was cursing, Sean had already lowered the plane to an altitude of 300 meters above the ground.

Once at this altitude, the sound of the helicopter's rotors had already driven the group of zombies locked up in the resort into a frenzy.

Looking at the dozens of zombies tied up around the buildings below, Nicholas turned his machine gun, aimed it at the resort, and asked Sean a question.

"Instructor, how about we clear out those zombies first and see if our bullets can make them fire at us?"

"Great idea! I didn't expect they had so many zombies in the yard. Let's clean them up while we're at it, since we're still within a safe distance!"

Sean gave the order quickly, and Nicholas immediately turned his gun and began firing, machine gun bullets piercing the zombies in the middle of the yard.

chug chug!

A series of gunshots drew more men out of the rooms, some disheveled, others drunk and frantically searching for Maurice.

Morris strode across the corridor to the second floor of the resort, and shouted as he looked out the window at the helicopter in the distance.

"Look up at the sky! Damn it, they've opened fire! Where's our RPG? Get the RPG!"

"OK!"

"I'll go find it right away!"

"I'll go get it!"

In an instant, three or four men rushed into their weapons depot and came out carrying three RPGs.

Upon seeing the RPG, Maurice grabbed one of the guys by the shoulder and yelled at them.

"You're now under Bondi's protection. Go take down that plane, take them down!"

"Yes, Honggan, we will do it, for the sake of the Voodoo Church!"

After shouting in response, the guy rushed out to the second floor and stood on the terrace, raising his RPG and aiming it at the sky.

Meanwhile, on the helicopter.

From a distance, Paul chuckled and spoke into his headset.

"Hehe, they have RPGs~"

As he spoke, the machine gun in his hand found the position of the rocket soldier and shot him in two, leaving a trail of bullet holes on the ground and rooftops near the rocket soldier.

At the resort.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Fuck! Rooney is dead!"

"Damn it, they're here to kill us, that helicopter's here to kill us!"

"Run!"

"Don't run! Damn it, the helicopter's right there in the sky. Leaving the house means death! All of you, come back here!!!"

"return!"

Looking at the chaotic scene, Morris felt even more uneasy, and as he roared, the second rocket soldier was mercilessly taken out by the machine gun.

Admittedly, the threat posed by RPGs to Black Hawk helicopters is no exaggeration; Black Hawk helicopters have been shot down by ordinary people wielding RPGs on more than one occasion.

However, every helicopter that crashed into RPGs faced an urban environment with extremely limited visibility and the threat of far more than just a few hidden RPG gunners!

But given the current state of the resort environment, with its expansive views and clearly defined objectives, it's a perfect place to be.

Honestly, it was already quite an achievement for Sean to control himself and not fire a series of missiles that would turn the entire resort into ruins.

As for the one or two RPG launchers who are scattered throughout the area?

Anyone who dares to show their face will die!

As for whether anyone will fire an RPG from the room?

"Instructor, emergency maneuver!"

On the plane, Nicholas watched as a rocket suddenly flew out of the window and shouted at Sean.

"Got it. Let's spin around three times, then do a folding flight!"

Sean responded cheerfully, and following the DARK principle, he made a quick maneuver, easily dodging the RPG's threat.

Most RPGs lack guidance capabilities. Unless the aircraft is completely hovering and suddenly attacked, like Super 64 in the Black Hawk Down incident, it is unlikely to be hit by an unguided ground missile.

People always look at the helicopters in the sky and say, "Can't one RPG take that thing down?"

But in reality, if it were that easy to shoot down, helicopters wouldn't have become a regular vehicle.

War is a game that tests reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance in all aspects. Without sufficient concealment, no one can easily steal a helicopter.

Meanwhile, the helicopters on the mountaintop had already begun firing.

Down the mountain, near the spot where the human heads were hanging.

Hearing the machine gun fire coming from the mountaintop, Gavin glanced at his tense men around him and suddenly waved his hand, saying, "O..."

"Let's go! Martin, watch out for traps on the road. The rest of you, follow me! Let's hurry!"

"That's right, hurry up, rush, rush, rush!!!"

Lucien shouted after Gavin, then charged out from under the tree like a madman, heading straight for the Christmas tree.

Seeing Lucien overtake him in the blink of an eye, Martin glared and cursed.

"Don't rush too fast! We're still far enough away! If you rush too fast, you won't have any strength left!"

But Martin's words were useless. Lucien's group of untrained men didn't even consider conserving their energy and charged forward headlong!

As they sprayed water, they kept yelling and screaming, which made Gavin's scalp tingle!

At the back of the line, watching his men charging like madmen up the mountain, Eugene swallowed hard and cursed.

"Damn it, with their stupidity, even if I were all alone on the mountain, I could wipe out this bunch of idiots!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and follow us. Don't waste their courage!"

Philip yelled as he overtook Eugene and surged ahead of Lucien's team, even briefly passing Martin and Gavin.

And Gavin—

Looking at the large group of noobs yelling ahead, he swallowed hard and could only pray that Sean's artillery fire would distract the enemy and that they were also a bunch of noobs.

Otherwise, if this battle weren't just a fight between weaklings, but rather the other side had at least one or two elite soldiers.

Who knows how many lives will be lost on their path!

While thinking, Gavin didn't show himself, but just ran uphill in the middle of the group.

One hundred meters —

Two hundred meters —

After running more than two hundred meters —

Before Gavin could even remind them, the group slowed down on its own.

"Pump—whoosh—whoosh—keep going!"

Lucien, panting heavily, held the gun and struggled to point it at the Christmas tree.

His men behind him jogged with difficulty, their steps uneven.

As I ran, my steps eventually turned into walking.

As they walked, they finally reached the vicinity of the Christmas tree.

Even walking became difficult for that group of people.

Those who are interested can try it out: carrying seven or eight pounds of weapons and five or six pounds of ammunition, running continuously uphill, and see how far you can run.

Now, at least Lucien's group of untrained subordinates have proven that on such mountain roads, runners will run out of energy to continue running after only two or three hundred meters.

"Huff—huff—holy crap—huff—"

"I'm so tired—I'm dead—really—"

"I'm so tired!"

"call!"

For a time, heavy breathing filled the air, and people were almost too exhausted to even speak.

And at the rear of the team—

Gavin, looking radiant, Eugene, whose eyes were slightly tired, and Martin, whose face remained unchanged, rolled their eyes at Philip, who looked just as lifeless as a dead dog, and all let out a sigh of relief.

"cut!"

The three of them gave a unified "choke," then pushed through the weary crowd and arrived at the middle of the group heading up the mountain.

Gavin clapped his hands, signaling Martin to look for traps, and then spoke to the exhausted men around him.

"Regulate your breathing, damn it, keep moving, don't stop!"

"Watch the mountaintop, don't—"

boom!

Just as Gavin was speaking, suddenly, a bullet shot out from a distance and struck a guy about eight meters to Gavin's left in the head!

puff!

The head instantly shattered, and blood splattered directly into the mouths of the two people next to it!

"Aaaaaah!"

"Bullshit!"

Someone's dead!

"There's a sniper!"

"You motherfucker sniper, I've spotted him!"

At the very back of the group, listening to the chaotic noise of Lucien's cannon fodder, Eugene suddenly fixed his gaze on the third window on the far right of the second floor of the resort halfway up the mountain.

Suddenly, he crouched down nearby, clutching his gun. While adjusting the weapon with one hand, he pulled out a walkie-talkie with his left and shouted.

"Sean, room three on the right side of the second floor, fire a Hellfire at him. There's a sniper or an old hunter there!"

"receive!"

Whoosh! ! !

In an instant, hellfire shot straight out of the plane and into the room Eugene had mentioned.

boom!

Splash! Splash!

Amidst the thud of falling rocks, Gavin roared at the chaotic group of men.

"Keep going! The sniper's been taken out, we have air support!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

"Charge!"

The people were suddenly filled with renewed energy and continued their charge, gazing at the distant artillery fire.

At the same time, two people cried out in pain and broke away from the group, fleeing down the mountain.

They were running so fast that one of them even slipped and fell flat on his face, rolling and crawling down the mountain.

Gavin ignored the two men and followed closely behind Martin, rushing out of the crowd and continuing towards the top of the mountain.

Martin charged forward crouching low, yelling at Gavin as he went.

"Boss, stay with me, adjust your vision, and be careful not to rush!"

"I know, I know!"

Gavin gritted his teeth and followed Martin, quickly passing through the crowd and leaving the rest of the group behind in the blink of an eye.

Eugene picked up the TAC50, stood up, and shouted loudly and definitively.

"The sniper is dead!"

Meanwhile, at the same time Eugene roared, in the resort halfway up the mountain...

After the explosion in room number three on the right side of the second floor subsided.

The group of people gathered near Morris suddenly screamed.

"Ahhh, it's over, Pierce's dead, he's dead!"

"Our most capable person is dead!"

"He got blown up by a missile, damn it, I knew we shouldn't be living like this!"

"Let's surrender, we're finished. If we surrender now, maybe they'll come back—"

boom!

After a gunshot, Maurice shot and killed the guy who was shouting to surrender, then pointed his gun at another of his men and yelled.

"Don't fucking spout any stupid surrender talk. Do you think they'll let us go? We're all doomed. There's a chance we might survive if we fight!"

"Go find the RPG and take down that damn helicopter, he—"

Boom!

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a candlestick smashed hard on Maurice's head.

Morris, who was shouting enthusiastically, collapsed in response.

The others stared blankly at the man who had knocked Maurice over with a candlestick, all frozen in place.

The man then grabbed the candlestick and roared.

"Why won't they let us go? We were forced into this by Maurice!"

"Most of Morris's most loyal lackeys are dead. We were only captured after the apocalypse; we're innocent!"

brush!

For a moment, the entire hall fell silent.

A moment later, the surviving men realized what was happening and quickly pinned Maurice down in the middle, tying his hands and feet.

"Quickly find some white sheets to make a white flag. We surrender! Let them see that we've surrendered!"

Someone else pressed Morris down and shouted a reminder.