lovenovelstory Chapter 5 Drones
Chapter 5 Drones
"Eight hundred meters," Lu Ye muttered to himself, "as long as I can get through these eight hundred meters."
"Password: Thunderstorm, reply: Ural." Lu Ye muttered to himself as he hung the water bottle back on his waist.
He bent down to help Vasily up, only to find the old soldier staring at the rifle on his chest.
"Give me a gun." Vasily held out his hand, his voice hoarse but firm. "I'm not useless."
Lu Ye hesitated for a second.
Vasily was now deathly pale, blood seeping from the bandages on his abdomen and legs, and he needed to lean on a dead tree for support even to sit upright. But Lu Ye saw something in his eyes—the pride of a veteran.
Are you sure?
"Stop talking nonsense." Vasily smirked. "My right hand can still pull the trigger."
Lu Ye took out a captured AK-74M from the backpack on the ground; the magazine still had half a bullet.
Vasily took the gun, checked the safety, and said, "Let's go, Hua-zai."
Lu Ye took a deep breath and carried Vasily on his back again.
This time he adjusted his posture, raising the veteran's center of gravity and allowing his right hand to move freely.
Hold on to me.
Lu Ye started walking, heading towards the birch forest.
Eight hundred meters would only take a few minutes at a normal marching pace, but carrying an eighty-kilogram load, every step felt like wading through mud.
"There's movement on the left...," Vasily suddenly whispered, raising his gun slightly.
Lu Ye stopped abruptly, his heart pounding. He followed Vasily's gaze and saw several dark figures moving about thirty meters away in the morning mist, their voices hushed in Russian.
"One of our own?" Lu Ye asked in a low voice.
Vasily's finger tightened on the trigger. "No, it's an enemy infiltration squad. Don't move."
The two stood frozen in place, like two clay sculptures.
The dark figures paused for a moment, seemingly trying to determine their direction, before moving westward and gradually disappearing into the fog.
"It's over." Vasily released the trigger, his back soaked with cold sweat. "Hurry, the fog will dissipate soon."
Lu Ye didn't dare to delay and quickened his pace. His legs were already numb, and his lungs felt like they were filled with fire; he was only able to keep going by sheer willpower.
500 meters.
Three hundred meters.
Just then, a faint buzzing sound came from above.
It's not a bird.
It was that high-frequency, teeth-grinding vibration, like countless bees fluttering their wings deep in your eardrums.
"A drone!" Vasily looked up sharply, his pupils contracting. "A suicide drone! Carrying a high-explosive bomb!"
The buzzing sound grew louder and louder, and two black dots pierced through the morning mist, swooping down at an astonishing speed!
"Put me down! Run!" Vasily roared.
Without hesitation, Lu Ye shoved Vasily behind a fallen tree trunk and then ran wildly to the left!
Come on!
He weaved through the woods like a raging beast. His body was pushed to its limits, changing direction, stopping abruptly, and changing direction again!
"Swoosh"
The two drones changed direction and caught up, much faster than Lu Ye, and the distance was rapidly closing: forty meters, thirty meters, twenty meters!
"Hold!"
Lu Ye lunged at a birch tree, using the force of the impact to bounce off the trunk and roll in the exact opposite direction!
"boom!"
A fireball exploded where he had just been standing, the shockwave sending him flying three meters away. His back slammed heavily against another tree, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost spitting out blood.
[Warning: Host's health has dropped to 75/100]
[Left arm soft tissue contusion, back concussion]
The remaining drone traced an arc in the air and locked onto him again.
Lu Ye lay prone on the ground, watching the deathly black dot swoop down again, less than fifty meters away. He reached for the rifle in front of his chest, his fingers trembling.
[Shooting Mastery (10-second time limit) is now activated]
[Countdown: 10, 9...]
The moment information floods into the brain, the world changes.
The drone's flight path became a clear parabola in his eyes, with wind speed, distance, and lead time all automatically calculated.
Lu Ye knelt on one knee, raised the muzzle of his gun, and steadily aimed the flashing green light.
"Bang!"
The first bullet left the barrel and hit the left front rotor precisely, sending metal fragments flying!
The drone shook violently and lost its balance, but it was still diving due to inertia!
Lu Ye immediately pulled the bolt, chambered the second bullet, and the muzzle shifted slightly.
"Bang!" The right rear rotor was broken, and the drone's attitude was completely out of control, but it still headed straight for Lu Ye!
"5, 4..."
Last chance! Lu Ye took a deep breath, "Bang!"
"Boom!" The drone exploded into a fireball fifteen meters away from Lu Ye, and the shockwave knocked him over again. The scorching air stung his cheeks.
[Shooting Mastery Countdown: 0 seconds]
[Destroy 2 enemy suicide drones]
[Points +200]
[Special Reward: Attribute Point *1]
The moment the information flow subsided, Lu Ye's arm went so weak he could barely hold the gun.
He lay on the ground, panting heavily, looking at the gray sky above him, a crazy smile spreading across his face.
"Got it! Haha! I survived again, haha!" Lu Ye laughed heartily, having narrowly escaped death!
"Lu Ye!" Vasily's roar came from behind the tree trunk, filled with unprecedented anxiety, "Are you still alive?!"
"I won't die!" Lu Ye struggled to his feet, wiping the blood and mud from his face. "Old Russian, am I handsome or not!"
Suddenly, the roar of engines came from afar—not just one, but several!
"It's over!" Lu Ye's heart sank to the bottom. "Enemy armored vehicles!"
He staggered toward Vasily, ready to make a final stand, but the next second, he froze.
Emerging from the north side of the birch forest was a BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicle painted in digital camouflage, with red, white, and blue tricolor flags fluttering in the morning breeze on its body.
Russian army!
"Command!" a shout came from the tank, "3, 2!"
Lu Ye froze for half a second, then shouted with all his might, "Thunderstorm!"
"Respond to the order!"
"Ural!"
There was a moment of silence on the tank.
Then, the 30mm cannon turned its muzzle and aimed at the west side of the birch forest.
There, the enemy infiltration squad that had just disappeared was rushing out of the fog, clearly drawn there by the explosion.
"Da da da da da!"
The machine gun spat fire, and 30mm high-explosive shells exploded among the enemy ranks, sending blood and flesh flying. It turned out to be the enemy infiltration squad that had just disappeared; they had clearly been drawn back by the explosion.
Immediately following was the roar of the vehicle-mounted PKT machine gun, bullets sweeping down swathes of people like wheat being harvested.
"Medic! Get out of the vehicle!"
The hatch opened, and two Russian soldiers in camouflage jumped out, rifles in hand, and charged toward Lu Ye and Vasily.
A tall, thin medic carried a first-aid kit, while a burly machine gunner provided cover.
"One of us! From the 3rd Defense Brigade!" Vasily raised his hand and shouted in Russian, "I am Vasily Petrov, Corporal!"
The medic rushed over, glanced at Vasily's injuries, and his expression changed slightly: "Seriously wounded, needs immediate surgery!"
He looked up at Lu Ye, his gaze lingering for a second on Lu Ye's blood-stained face and tattered camouflage uniform: "How far did you carry him?"
"More than a kilometer." Lu Ye's voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.
The medic's gaze immediately changed, now filled with more respect than doubt.
"Get in the car, quick!"
Lu Ye helped lift Vasily onto the tank, and then climbed in himself.
The carriage reeked of engine oil and gunpowder, and several Russian soldiers squeezed together to make room for him.
"What's your name?" A young private handed over a water bottle.
"Lu Ye." He took a large gulp of water. "A Chinese, a mercenary."
"A Chinese?" The private's eyes widened. "Cannon fodder?"