Arrows are like migratory locusts. It describes the density and speed of arrows when thousands of arrows are fired in unison. In fact, the speed of migratory locusts is not much faster. It is just an exaggerated description. It is far worse than the speed of black mamba snakes.
The black mamba killed 13 snake catchers in minutes. It was not an exaggeration. It was a real tragedy that was reported in the press. Otherwise, how could a two-meter-long venomous snake become the god of death in the African jungle.
At a distance of just over one meter, the black mamba ejected and attacked at such a fast speed. The heavily hired guide thought Yang Chen was a dead man. This had nothing to do with being underestimated and looked down upon. It was a fact summed up by countless bloody lessons.
However, a shocking scene fell into the eyes of the guide. The black mamba snake's head was fixed at a place seven or eight centimeters away from Yang Chen's neck. It twisted its head in pain. When it raised it, it almost touched Yang Chen's cheek. It opened and closed its big mouth vigorously.
, with two fangs exposed, most ordinary people would be frightened when seeing this.
It turned out that Yang Chen pinched the venomous snake's head with his hands and squeezed it with his hands. His technique was ordinary. The reason why the guide was surprised was because of Yang Chen's unbelievable speed.
Yang Chen, who had pinched the poisonous snake, was calm as usual. He raised the hand holding the machete naturally. With a swipe, the head of the black mamba snake was filled with scarlet blood and flew into the bushes. The violently twisting body was thrown to the other side by Ye Zhengrong.
On the ancient branch, Yang Chen, who was strangling the life of the venomous snake, pressed his hand forward as if nothing happened, signaling to continue moving forward.
In a brief moment, a series of actions are completed in one go.
Yang Chen's image in the eyes of the guide suddenly improved. Twenty-three people quickly entered the mountain, sneaked into Mogadishu late the next night, killed thirteen guards, successfully exploded the Jiaolong, destroyed all important originals, and successfully rescued everyone.
Hostage, things went surprisingly smoothly.
Scorpion also noticed something strange and frowned: "Boss, something is wrong."
Yang Chen nodded without changing his expression. For such an easy task, Lao Yu would never let his sharp blade come out of its sheath. If things go wrong, he will become a monster.
Yang Chen ordered his men to take the rescued hostages step by step and rush to Mogadishu Airport in five armed pickup trucks. He quickly occupied the airport, set up a defense line, and waited for the plane to pick them up.
The convoy crossed the deserted town and entered the airport smoothly. It stopped beside the simple runway. Yang Chen jumped out of the car and looked around. The simple and shabby airport was quiet and there was not a single plane.
Suddenly, the long tones of African rhinoceros horns sounded in many places in Mogadishu. The alleys, dark corners, and buildings near the airport suddenly appeared densely packed with figures. The quiet town suddenly fell into hustle and bustle. Yang Chenhao, who had been mentally prepared for it,
Not surprised or surprised, he kept his expression straight and held up his binoculars to observe the militants coming from all directions.
Let's talk about less than a thousand people.
Twenty elite Arctic Fox soldiers set up a defense line based on the terrain of the airport. They only need to occupy the airport for half an hour before their IL-76s can arrive. Defending the airport without any danger for half an hour is an impossible feat.
!
Encountering a dangerous situation, Yang Chen quickly directed his men to gather the rescued people in a shooting blind spot formed by ruined walls. Scorpion's blood was boiling on the bed of the pickup truck. This tough man, who had been with Yang Chen through life and death countless times, steadily controlled the person standing on the pickup truck.
The double-barreled machine cannon on the truck body fired accurately. Several militiamen on the roof of a two-story dilapidated building fifty meters ahead were torn into bloody pieces by the shells.
Scorpion fired the first shot.
The Somali armed militiamen screamed and shot while rushing towards the airport.
Twenty elite Arctic Fox soldiers relied on the fortifications to calmly block the attack. These retired special forces with actual combat experience suppressed the militiamen's momentum with or precise bursts of fire. Most of the militiamen hid in the alleys and buildings opposite, with their guns drawn out and indiscriminately.
Shooting, fierce fighting between the two sides.
As long as the militiamen in Mogadishu show up, they will be killed or injured. The Arctic Fox Killing Gods have superb marksmanship, and each of them has the terrifying ability to act as a sniper, and they can kill the target in a very targeted manner.
As a result, a large number of militiamen were frightened and the folk customs were barbaric. Not many people were willing to take risks with their own lives. Thousands of people were hiding in a large building across the street from the airport.
Concrete buildings can block ordinary bullets fired from long distances, but they can never withstand 20 mm caliber machine guns. You must know that the double-barreled machine gun has a maximum rate of fire of 10 rounds per minute and can easily penetrate 45 mm steel plates from a distance of 200 meters. This is
The power can be imagined.
Each time the machine gun in the airport fired at the building opposite, it was like a meteorite rain coming down hard. The masonry cracked, stone debris flew, and smoke filled the air. It was accompanied by screams and howls, which was shocking.
In the middle of the exchange of fire between the two sides, there were countless black militiamen who were either dead or seriously injured and incapacitated. The Mogadishu militia's initial unscrupulous charge caused serious casualties to their own side. Some people were missing arms and legs, staring numbly at the bloody bodies.
Wounded, some people cried and howled, calling for help from their own people, but no one was willing to step into the hail of bullets to save them.
War is so cruel and lacks humanity. Not everyone who falls can gain the halo of a hero or be recorded in the annals of history. More people become insignificant cannon fodder, and their death is lighter than a feather. Not only is no one fond of them, but also
No one has sympathy or mercy.
In Mogadishu, where human life is as cheap as ants, these black militiamen who lost their lives are worthless cannon fodder.
Yang Chen and twenty Arctic Fox members relied on their superior weapons and combat qualities to hold off more than a thousand militiamen. The militia leaders huddled at the zero-hour combat headquarters in the rear thought that the human sea tactics would overwhelm the thin defense line built by more than twenty people in minutes.
, chose the most direct frontal confrontation, and now suffered heavy casualties, and finally learned to adopt roundabout tactics.
In a street shop hundreds of meters away from the crossfire zone, several black men in camouflage military uniforms were chatting and conveying urgent orders to their red-eyed subordinates while whispering to each other. Look at their slightly surprised and complex expressions, as if they were admiring their opponents.
Strong.
Soon, a large number of militiamen bared their teeth and claws, climbed over the walls and passed through the alleys, and circled to surround the east and west sides of the airport. There were also small groups of militiamen who made quite large circles and moved toward the rear of Yang Chen and the others.
"Silly bird, I just realized it now." Scorpion, who was wielding a machine gun on the pickup truck, sneered and scolded, seemingly disdainful, but there was a rare dignified look in his eyes. When he looked around at the members of the Arctic Fox team, he more or less showed it.
Worried and worried, not wanting anything to happen to anyone.
The moment Scorpion lost his mind, from the second-floor window of a dilapidated small building dozens of meters away from the airport, a grenade launched by a 60 rocket launcher traced a trajectory that could be seen clearly with the naked eye, crashed into a defense fortification made of sandbags at the airport, and exploded with a flash of fire.
Shining, sandbags flying in all directions.
An Arctic Fox member was blown up and fell tragically not far from the pickup truck. His hands and face were charred and embedded with shrapnel and sand. He stared at the sky and refused to close his eyes. When Scorpion witnessed this scene, his heart was as sharp as a knife and his face was rough.
Showing his ferocity, he roared: "First kill the niggas with heavy weapons!"
The double-barreled 20mm machine gun fired rapidly, instantly turning the gray building from which the grenade was emitted into a sieve.
The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. However, more than 20 people are facing thousands of militiamen, and they are about to be surrounded by heavy siege. The ending of a heroic and bloody battle... Children should have guessed that some of their companions have died, and the elites of the Arctic Fox
Still killing calmly and unhurriedly.
They are the world's top mercenaries, experienced in life and death.
They are not afraid of death at this time, defending the undefeated honor and the dignity of men.
Their faces vividly displayed the perseverance of soldiers and the ruthlessness of hard-blooded men.
On Yang Chen's side, the two double-barreled 20mm cannons that take into account the frontal targets are obviously unable to completely seal off the two wings of the airport, and will fall into the dilemma of shortage of ammunition.
The sparse Somali militiamen roundabouted their way into the airport. Although they were like a pile of scattered sand, with thieves randomly picking up guns and shooting as they ran, the chaotic barrage still knocked down an Arctic Fox member who wanted to move his position to block the holes in the side defense.
The former SEAL marksman who was following the fallen man did not lie down on the spot. He knew that the fiber body armor embedded with steel plates on his companion could not stop an AK47 steel core bullet from 70 to 80 meters away.
The clothes did not penetrate the companion's body
It would also form a shock wave with a diameter of 12 centimeters in the body, shattering the internal organs, muscles and blood vessels. However, in order to save his companion who might have a 30% chance of survival, he risked his life, holding a gun in his right hand to shoot, and pulling his companion's heavy body with his left hand, and quickly retreated three meters.
The fortifications of the place.
Sensing that the two team members were in danger, Yang Chen quickly changed his magazine and tried to rescue him. Unfortunately, God once again played the role of a villain who forced a good girl into prostitution and played a cruel toy on Yang Chen's feelings. Although the man who saved his companions acted quickly, he failed no matter what.
How could it not be faster than the bullets? Several bullets hit his exposed upper body one after another. Due to the heavy blows, his body trembled and swayed like a reed crumbling in the wind.
Blood spurts out in abundance.
The strong and brave man gritted his teeth, dragged his companion and fired several shots before falling to the ground, feeling indescribably tragic.
Yang Chen's eyes filled with tears, his handsome face full of murderous intent, he jumped up from behind the concrete bunker, and ran straight towards the militiamen who broke into the airport at a speed that exceeded the limit of ordinary people and a weird running route. It was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The weapons in the hands of the black militiamen were in the air.
In hand-to-hand combat, he was not as good as a fire stick. If he fired in a hurry, he would easily injure his own people. Everyone was in a hurry. Yang Chen became more and more unscrupulous, killing people as neatly as chopping melons and vegetables.
The thirty or forty people who made their way into the airport were stunned and killed by this ferocious beast with daggers and stolen machetes. In the end, only a frightened black man was left.
Yang Chen, whose eyes were filled with bloodshed, could not allow the burly black man to recover from his daze. He leaped into the air and used the machete he had seized to chop Huashan with standard force.
Out of self-defense instinct, the black man panicked and held up the worn-out AK47, holding it above his head to block. As a result, the dislocated tendons of his thick arms were torn by the machete. As he was grinning, the cold blade was already touching his neck. He held the knife with one hand.
Yang Chen landed on the ground, drew the knife with his backhand without thinking, spun around, and executed the killing move in one go, elegant and swift.
The black man's big head flew into the sky, and blood spurted out, which was shocking.
Yang Chen glanced indifferently at the swaying headless corpse, raised his head, and his eyes suddenly condensed. A grenade launched by a 60 rocket launcher was about to arrive in an instant.
In the face of danger, Yang Chen used all his strength to roll backwards, barely missing the point of impact. Under the impact of the air wave generated by the grenade explosion, he flipped two and a half times in the air, spanning a distance of seven to eight meters, and stumbled back four or five steps after landing.
I forced the machete into the ground hard enough to hold it steady.
The shaky Yang Chen's ears were buzzing and his eyes were dizzy. He shook his head and looked forward again. His vision was still blurry, as if a large figure was slowly approaching.
