24 Working As a Merc... Again (2/2)

”Nah, see you, Hamid,” Lance said as Hamid whipped his horse.

The waved each other hands as Lance grabbed his HT and called for air extraction.

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”Requesting airlift on sector Hotel Romeo One,” Lance said to his handie talkie.

As soon as he called that, an MH-60M Blackhawk helicopter flew around the Hopeville. However, that was the general's personal helicopter, so the one aboard should be either Melody, Natalya, Lochlan, or Dima. Well, the one aboard was the most Russian face that you could see there; Dima.

Lance shot his Flare gun, and the helicopter landed near him. The passenger opened the door for him, ”Where is your uniform soldier?” Dima said as he handed down Lance's personal uniform, an M81 Woodland uniform.

”Thanks, but where should I change?” Lance asked him.

”Well, the public bathroom seems to be a good choice,” Dima said as the helicopter blades stopped spinning, and he threw a towel and a bar of soap.

Lance ran to the public bathroom and took a quick breeze of shower. He returned barefooted with the shoes on his hands. Dima gave him his combat boots and socks. He cleaned his foot with the dirty clothes and wore the boots.

”Dima, where are we going to do today?” Lance asked Dima while wearing his straps and his helicopter helmet

”We going to hunt for the best shaslik meat. Otherwise known as the biggest ox that you can find. I took the quest from the guild,” Dima said to him as the helicopter blades started to spin again, and the helicopter lifted off from the ground. Lance sat on the door of the helicopter while holding an M240B at his hands.

The helicopter lifted off from the ground as they spoke, and Lance was wondering, 'What kind of hunting quest is this?' A hunting quest that requires an MH-60 should be weird.

”Dima, how many coins we got from this?” Lance asked Dima, who was sitting on the M134 minigun turret.

”How much? Six gold coins and the meat itself. Comrade, we are going to have a shaslik party at Portsmouth,” Dima said wildly.

”Six gold coins? How many we have to hunt?” Lance asked.

”50 of them comrade, meat supply for the whole year,” Dima replied.

”No shit? Did you bring any backup?” Lance asked him as he waved his feet on the helicopter. He put the M240B on his thigh while the helicopter was being followed from the back.

”Backup? Are that Chinook and the 6x6 transport truck counts?” Dima said as he pointed his hands at the heavy-lift chopper and the two 6x6 heavy trucks on the road.

”Well, then Dima,” A group of oxen was surrounding the grassland while eating the grass peacefully, ”Happy hunting,” Lance choked the handle of the M240B and started to blast the ox right in the head.

”General, it won't be fun without some music, right?” The pilot suddenly said as the speaker of the helicopter started to play ”Long tall sally” on the background.

”Oh yeah,” Lance said as the 7.62 NATO rained down to the oxen. The view from Lance's point of view was a view of a soldier having fun by slaughtering the annoying oxen from the helicopter with a truly staggering amount of FREEDOM. The soldiers got out of the 6x6 truck and started to stab the ox in the neck with their combat knife and started to butcher them.

From the perspective of the Hopeville village, though, it was different. A bunch of barbaric green men playing loud music god knows how loud it is, slaughtering the pest called ox on their backdoor. The green man's hand was full of blood from the ox.

”Ten ox down, forty more to go,” Dima said as he pushed the trigger of the M134 minigun, and 7.62 rounds of freedom rained down from the MH-60 helicopter. The dead remnants of the ox were skinned and put to the truck. The skin is going to be sold in the Portsmouth. The meat is going to be cooked at the public kitchen,

”All of the oxen have been killed,” Lance said to Dima, who was having too much fun wasting all of the ammunition inside the helicopter.

”Roger that Comrade, hey pilot. RTB, the privates sometimes don't know how to cook,” Dima said as the helicopter turned away from the Hopeville and entered the Portsmouth airspace.