Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 245 Trailer 【Third watch】

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  Early the next morning, the hunting team gathered in the gun shop.

  I had enough gun addiction yesterday, and my ears were still buzzing when I slept at night, so they very much agreed to change the taste the next day. Hunting in Anfeng's private hunting ground is very strange for this group of men and women living in big cities, whether it is shooting or hunting.

  There is no such environment in China, and rich people with conditions go to the "diagonal corner"—that is, North America and Africa. But no matter in terms of the type of firearms or the level of comfort, they are not as good as private hunting grounds. No one cares here, even if there is no hunting license, but who knows who did it?

  After they arrived, they first bought some equipment in the gun shop. Daily clothes are definitely not convenient for running in the woods or grass. The gun shop also sells outdoor products, and everyone chooses the best ones to replace them with, but they are all made in China.

  An Feng said to Wang Le and his wife: "You are more experienced, so you are responsible for leading them to hunt on the ground. You must pay attention to safety, okay?"

   "No problem." Wang Le nodded, "Let me watch, these guys won't mess around."

  Ye Ning was curious about An Feng's whereabouts: "Then what are you doing?"

An Feng said: "The team is inexperienced in hunting. It is difficult to find prey on the plains, and it takes a lot of energy to go over mountains and ridges. In order to have fun, I will give you aerial observation. You drive out and I will follow you. Once you find prey, Will communicate with you by radio."

  Ye Ning asked doubtfully, "Are you going to fly a plane?"

   "Of course, I have a license." An Feng said with a smile, "You can drive the two military vehicles out, or choose your own car."

   "Military vehicles!" Wang Le replied for them, "Otherwise, the fun will be lost."

   "Whatever." An Feng shrugged, this group of people just went there for fun. If they were like Anfeng's hunters, climbing mountains and ridges, squatting for hours just to wait for a bear, I'm afraid they won't be able to play, and there are women in the team, but they don't have as much physical strength and endurance as men.

  After the arrangements were made, they drove the two HMMWVs out, bypassing the mountains and forests, and headed towards the wider plains outside.

   After they left, An Feng took Joanna to find the plane.

  A Bell 205 painted in gray and black was waiting quietly. An Feng climbed into the driver's seat and the equipment was ready.

  An Feng was familiar with the plane with the pilot in the morning, and the basic principle is the same. He puts on his headset, fires up the helicopter, the turboshaft engine kicks in, and the rotors start turning. Joanna in the cabin fastened her seat belt, and after checking that everything was correct, she patted An Feng on the shoulder.

An Feng knew that this was a signal to take off, so he pulled up the collective pitch lever of the throttle, and the helicopter with changed blade angles lifted into the air. The Bell 205 has a 1,400-horsepower engine, which is twice as large as the Bell 407 that he drove before. The speed is very fast. An Feng skillfully pushes the cyclic pitch rod (pilot stick) forward, and controls the angle of the tail rotor with his legs to maintain the balance of the fuselage and move forward rapidly at a large inclination angle.

Joanna boldly sat by the cabin door, with her legs on the landing gear, holding binoculars and headphones, observing the team below, and contacting them in the channel: "I saw you! The front is empty, No creatures to hunt, keep going!"

   "Got it!" The ground replied solemnly.

  An Feng drove the plane forward to find out the way for them... It is good that the hunting ground is huge, and the distance of more than 20 kilometers is enough for the plane to circle the field at a slow speed for more than ten minutes.

   "I found it, it's eleven o'clock!" Joanna said, she picked up the binoculars to observe, "It seems that a group of coyotes are running up the mountain."

   "Okay, I'll follow." An Feng said.

  Followed the coyotes in the air for a while until they disappeared into the forest and lost their clues. Then they turned around to look for today's prey. With the advantage of the air, they found several batches of deer, and the number was quite large. According to Joanna's observation, there were quite a few deer that had split forks. It was worth a try.

   "OK, let's turn around!" An Feng turned around and went back. It took a while to find the ground team, but the situation was a little...

   "Why did you sink?" An Feng saw next to the river below, a military vehicle was stuck in the soft mud washed out by the river beach, unable to move.

  Wang Le's voice came: "We didn't notice that the road by the river is unstable. The car in front passed by fine, but the one behind sank. Prepare to tow the car!"

An Feng let the plane circle around, one car sank, and everyone was fine, the other car prepared a tow rope to pull it out of the quagmire, but it needed to climb a slope, after several attempts, they tried the sideways , It was able to be pulled, but the soil over there was also very soft. The military vehicle roared a few times, and the tires on the other side also sank, and then the accelerator was used to dig holes in place, and finally the chassis was on top.

   "Oh, it's over." Wang Le's voice came from the radio.

   "Hahaha, you guys are so sad!" An Feng smiled heartlessly.

  Wang Le looked up at the plane above his head: "Stop gloating, think of a way!"

An Feng lowered his height to observe, and said with experience: "The terrain here is not conducive to trailers. I really don't understand how you walked this way. Even if you come to other cars, there is no way... Forget it, let me do it. You guys are here. Wait here, I will find tools to save you."

   After speaking, An Feng turned around and left.

Looking at the plane going away overhead, everyone chatted around Wang Le, wondering what An Feng was doing. He had a lot of guns and military planes. They were all wondering if he was an arms dealer... Wang Le Le laughed and explained: "Don't think too much, my buddy is a successful investor, not just a rich man who is not short of money. He loves to play, and there are more things you can't think of."

Wang Le's words were quickly confirmed. When there was a mechanical movement in the distance, they raised their heads and opened their mouths unconsciously... A tank painted in black and yellow was domineering. If it wasn't for Joanna sitting on the turret, they really wouldn't I can't believe it is what An Feng said.

  Wang Le experienced it last time, but he was still surprised: "When will you be able to drive a tank?"

   An Feng climbed out with his head exposed: "It's very simple, easier than a car, and similar to driving an excavator, but it's not comfortable to drive while lying down."

Due to the narrow interior space of the M1, in the standard combat state, An Feng almost drives lying down and falls asleep easily... Now that he lifts the back of the chair and turns it into a sitting position, his head is inevitably exposed, but Can observe the surrounding road environment more clearly.

   "Awesome!" Everyone couldn't help thinking. Knowing how to fly a plane, drive a tank, play with guns, and have a blonde girl, is simply the benchmark of a happy man.

  An Feng jumped to the ground, gave Joanna a hand, and carried her down.

"I'll go take a look." An Feng walked carefully to the bank of the collapsed river. The tires of the two military vehicles had already sunk. Looking ahead, the river washed down and turned a corner here. Naturally, the soil along the bank was not stable enough. A ton-heavy car drives past, and there is a high probability of problems.

   "Can it be done?" Ye Ning asked when he saw that he was watching and not speaking.

  An Feng nodded: "Of course no problem. If this guy is not good enough, I can't think of anything else. Come on, all the men prepare a tow rope for me!"

An Feng taught everyone to take out the steel rope from the winch of the tank. It has a maximum length of 97 meters, a pulling force of 622 kN, and a 1,500-horsepower turbine. After the tow hook behind the military vehicle, An Feng climbed into the driver's seat again.

Modern tanks have abandoned the ancient way of two joysticks in the past, some use a steering wheel, and some have a T-bar. The driver of the M1 uses a T-bar to steer the tank. The stick is equipped with a throttle control and an automatic transmission control. and in-vehicle intercom.

Controlling the tank is quite simple, similar to that of an excavator. Through the speed difference between the two tracks, the huge guy straightened up on the spot, and everyone gathered around to watch. Drive up, here is where it stumps ordinary cars.

   It is difficult to take care of both climbing and towing a car.

  But the tank climbed up easily, and the process of giving the accelerator felt very smooth, almost effortless to climb forward, and the military vehicle stuck in the mud was dragged out little by little. Everyone applauded, Wang Le gave him a stop gesture, and ran to untie the tow rope.

They drove the military vehicle aside, An Feng backed up to the second vehicle, buckled the tow rope, let the tank exert its strength again, and drove along the bank, but it might be that the roadside was not stable enough, or a tank of more than 50 tons It's too heavy, it will sink while driving, and the tank has already tilted.

   "No! If you go down, you will sink!" Wang Le reminded on the slope.

  An Feng climbed out and saw that the track on the right had turned the soft soil into muddy water. If it also went down, I’m afraid we’d have to find a tank rescue vehicle.

  He looked at the **** next to him and said, "There is a way."

   Drilling back into the driver's seat, he let the left track reduce the speed, and the right track increased, which naturally turned to the left. This will increase the sinking speed of the tank, but it will allow the left track to climb on firmer ground, a test of horsepower and luck. The gas turbine was roaring, the right crawler was already churning the muddy water, while the left crawler successfully grabbed the ground, stopped the right crawler, and dragged the huge body ashore under the force of the left crawler.

   "It's done!" Give the conductor Wang Le a thumbs up, "Drive towards me, be careful and you'll be fine!"

   Finally, relying on its own high horsepower, it pulled the HMMWV out of the quagmire steadily.

Amidst the cheers of everyone, An Feng looked at the situation on the right side of the tank. The body that had been cleaned up by Mike became dirty again... I was a little sorry for him, and left the tank alone. The old armored soldier looked However, I will help him take care of it for free.

   But soon, amidst their calls for tanks to go off-road, An Feng forgot his guilt, and showed his hands flirtatiously.

  Wang Le sat on the turret and said to him: "Run up and take a look?"

  An Feng said: "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it! You will be tortured to death at a speed of 100 kilometers!"

   "Come on, let me have fun!" Wang Le said.

   As a result, An Feng raced on the plain... No, he raced a tank!

  Its speed from 0-32KM/H is about 7 seconds, and the maximum speed reaches 72 kilometers. But it doesn't matter, when a group of guys with weird clothes and guns on their backs climbed onto the tank, the rhythm has become that the Middle Eastern guerrillas who captured the US tank are showing their spoils.

  (end of this chapter)