The team heading to Lille.
Three Apache helicopters flew towards the convoy.
But before they could launch missiles, ten soldiers armed with shoulder-fired anti-aircraft missiles jumped off the trucks and fired rockets at them.
The Apache helicopters immediately launched flares and began evasive maneuvers, but two of them were eventually destroyed.
The third helicopter tried to fly away, however... the smoke trailing behind it made it an easy target.
The old man with the bow shouted, "Take this, you bastards!"
"What just happened?" Lin Yi looked at the burning helicopter falling from the sky, puzzled.
The old Professional spat a phlegmy spit, then stamped on it with his foot.
"Damn Americans! Screw them!"
"Why are they attacking the convoy?"
