The sand and stones caused by the grenade explosion scattered, and the smoke and dust gradually dispersed. A large group of Somali militiamen who rushed into the Mogadishu airstrip saw a man squatting on the ground with a machete in his hand, surrounded by dozens of corpses.
This man seemed like a god of war descending from the sky.
Even half squatting is still inexplicably timid.
The ignorant, backward and extremely superstitious militants looked at me and I looked at you. They involuntarily slowed down their pace, their dark faces full of uneasiness and fear.
The leader shouted in dialect to urge, and the militiamen accelerated to approach the lonely Yang Chen, preparing to shoot. At the critical moment, Scorpion turned the machine gun and poured all the remaining ammunition into the crowd dozens of meters in front of Yang Chen. The militants
They fell down one after another, blood and water splashed, and some people's bodies were instantly shattered, which was shocking.
The battlefield is so cruel.
War is so bloody.
Here, there is no mercy for others, only survival and death.
Yang Chen, who was temporarily safe, wiped the dust off his sticky face and looked around. Mogadishu's militiamen kept turning around, basically forming a loose encirclement. There was also the faint sound of old tanks rumbling forward in the distance, and the stalemate continued.
, the final result is undoubtedly... being surrounded and annihilated.
Breakout?
Without the seven rescued hostages, we might be able to give it a try. If we break out with seven oil bottles that cannot run far, it will still be in danger. The only hope now is to wait for the plane to arrive.
Yang Chen quickly gathered his attention and used the communication equipment he carried with him to issue orders to every living team member: "Brothers, my comrades, protect yourselves, stay strong and annihilate the enemy. The plane will be here soon. When boarding the plane, I don't want to
Carrying the body of any of you."
Three team members died and the guide disappeared.
Including Yang Chen himself, nineteen people versus thousands of people, it was almost a fight without any suspense, but no one on Yang Chen's side flinched or was afraid.
Scorpion jumped out of the truck, coldly picked up his MP5, and fired from a long distance without missing a beat. In terms of gun skills, he was not inferior to Yang Chen. Don't underestimate these nineteen people. They relied on the crossfire of their rich experience to continuously fire.
Devouring lives, this ruthless strangulation came to an end until three old tanks from the Soviet era slowly appeared to block the fire. T54 tanks from some years ago opened fire across the dilapidated streets with hundreds of corpses lying on them.
The ground shook!
I don’t know whether the blind cat encountered a dead mouse or the Mogadishu militia tank crew was more talented. The shells overturned a bunker without deviation, shrapnel, sand, stone and bricks were scattered everywhere. It was thrilling. Fortunately, the two Arctic Fox team members were a few minutes ahead of schedule.
He rolled out of the bunker in seconds and was only scratched by a few flying shrapnel.
Frontal tank assault.
A large number of militiamen on the left and right wings took a detour.
A dozen pickup trucks also appeared behind them. The pickup trucks were either equipped with 60 rocket launchers or anti-aircraft machine guns with flat barrels. More and more militiamen gathered behind the pickup trucks lined up, filled with murderous intent.
Yang Chen lay down on the ground and observed the surrounding situation. His handsome face showed a trace of solemnity. He looked at his watch. He had been holding on for nearly half an hour. The IL-76 transport plane that landed at the peacekeeping force airport was only 80 kilometers away from here. No matter how slow it was,
It should have arrived, is there something wrong?
Yang Chen had a habit of thinking the worst about things.
What should I do if the plane really has a problem or is shot down?
Just as this guy was racking his brains to think of countermeasures, and at the critical moment when the defense circle was constantly being compressed by tanks, the roar of airplanes came from the distant sky.
Coming!
Yang Chen, who was lying on the ground, hammered the ground hard. Fortunately, things were not as bad as he thought, but the situation was still serious. It would take at least three to five minutes until the plane landed safely. It seemed very short, but in fact it was a matter of life and death for them.
The long ordeal.
In the blue sky, the silhouette of IL-76 gradually became clearer.
The militiamen in Mogadishu are becoming more and more restless. They will not let the plane land easily, nor will they let Yang Chen and his group escape easily. On the dilapidated streets, pickup trucks are crowded together, and the militiamen on the trucks are in a hurry.
Operate the anti-aircraft machine gun or 20mm machine gun and prepare to shoot in the air.
More than a thousand militiamen who gradually formed an encirclement were mobilized, showing signs of a desperate charge.
Yang Chen quickly crawled back to the defensive position, joined his team members, and carried out the final blockade. Fortunately, two of the three old tanks had their tracks broken by Scorpions using portable infantry mines, and they were knocked down.
"Hold on for five more minutes!"
Yang Chen almost roared out the order, then he picked up an infantry mine and rushed towards the enemy's only moving tank. The tank knocked down the wire that surrounded the airport and ran over a simple defense that had been abandoned by the Arctic Fox team.
, facing the Arctic Fox team that lacked heavy equipment, they were simply invincible.
A retreating Arctic Fox team member was unfortunately hit in the calf by a stray bullet and fell down involuntarily. When he sat up, the rampaging tank was close at hand. The man with injured legs and limited mobility pulled off the grenade hanging on his chest with both hands and smiled evilly.
If you look directly at the tank that is running over you, you will die together.
Yang Chen arrived in time and pulled his men out of the tank's crushing range. The moment the tank's tracks came down, he placed the infantry mine and threw the injured team member down.
The infantry mine exploded loudly, sending shrapnel flying. Fortunately, Yang Chen made a series of movements in one go. He was so fast that some of the shrapnel just grazed his shoulders, back and head and flew past, which was dangerous after danger.
Bang bang bang!
The tank tracks were broken.
Dozens of black militiamen following the tank swarmed out, raising their guns and shooting at Yang Chen and the injured Arctic Fox member. They were faster, and Yang Chen, who was lying on the ground, was even faster.
The injured men kicked out of the dangerous area, and a dozen militants who had no time to shoot fell to the ground shaking violently.
The MP5 submachine gun in Yang Chen's hand, which is famous for its rate of fire and stability, is most suitable for this kind of small-on-many close-range encounter. The remaining militants hurriedly returned the abandoned tanks, giving Yang Chen a chance to breathe, and these guys fought hard.
He jumped up and ran with his injured men into the ruins hiding his own people more than ten meters away.
At this time, the IL-76 that came to respond had arrived at the simple airport. Instead of forcing a landing, it circled, opened the tail hatch, and dropped multiple napalm bombs.
A large number of militiamen who frantically rushed towards the Arctic Fox Team's defensive position from all directions were engulfed in flames one after another, and died miserably.
The raging fire not only blocked the charging path of the Mogadishu militiamen, but also completely destroyed their courage. The survivors stared at their comrades who were struggling in the flames and finally collapsed and were burned. Fear, shock, and grief were intertwined.
On the dark cheeks.
The militiamen who were not affected by the napalm bombs because they were close to the Arctic Fox position were distracted for a moment. They were cleared by Yang Chen's people. The plane began to land, landed safely, and stopped.
Xie Zi led about ten people to cover the rescued people and rushed to the plane. Yang Chen led the rest of the people behind and retreated step by step towards the plane.
