Song Heping checked his Type 56 assault rifle; the magazine was loaded.
Good.
Next, he checked his handgun.
The bullets were full too.
Hmm...
Not bad.
Before dying, he should be able to take out a few mercenaries.
Ssh, ssh, ssh—
Ssh, ssh, ssh—
The footsteps were getting closer...
Just as Song Heping decided to fight to the death and make the enemy pay, he suddenly heard the sharp whir of a helicopter's rotor tearing through the air above him.
"Mi-8..."
He licked his cracked lips, using the taste of blood to stimulate his nerves.
The helicopter shone white under the moonlight.
Near the rear cabin were two large "UN" letters.
"UN?"
Song Heping was momentarily stunned.
The mercenaries were also momentarily dumbfounded when they saw the helicopter.
"A Mi-8 helicopter has appeared, it's UN! Requesting identification."
"Identity unknown, it looks like it's a Peacekeeping Force helicopter from the African Union stationed here..."
