The bullets from the heavy machine gun shot through the bunker where Yu Yang and others were hiding as if there was no obstacle. The sandbags in front of him were shot through easily, and the soil in the sandbags was covered in pieces.
It rose and landed on the heads of Yu Yang and others.
Bullets passed over the heads of the four people, and the entire bunker was about to be shot through. As long as the bunker was shot through, Yu Yang and others would be buried.
When the shooting lasted for about a minute, the rain of bullets that had suppressed Yu Yang and others' ability to fight back finally stopped. Yu Yang knew that these Somali militiamen were changing ammunition. If they didn't rush out to deal with the heavy machine guns, they would be replaced.
The time for good bullets is the time for Yu Yang and others to lose their lives.
John stood up and prepared to shoot. A bullet accurately hit John's helmet, causing John to fall backwards.
"John!" Duren shouted, crawled to John's side, glanced at John, the bullet hit John's helmet, but did not penetrate. He tested John's neck, and there was still a pulse. He should have just fainted.
: "Yu, John fainted, what should we do?"
After Yu Yang heard that John was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then wanted to stand up and shoot, but before he could stand up, bullets were fired. This time, it was not a heavy machine gun bullet, but an AK47 bullet. These Somali militiamen
He actually learned how to suppress fire. Although his marksmanship was very inaccurate, there were so many people that some of them still hit the bunker, and Yu Yang was unable to lift his head.
The fire suppression lasted for about ten seconds. Even a pig could replace the bullets of the heavy machine gun in ten seconds. Yu Yang lay on the ground and looked at Du Lun and Kyle: "Sorry, no.
Let me take you out and it looks like no one will know our story!"
After Yu Yang finished speaking, he heard the sound of heavy machine guns firing again, and the gunshots like exploding beans rang out again. But at the same time, Yu Yang also heard the sound of helicopters circling, followed by machine guns that were louder than the heavy machine guns.
The sound rang out, and at the same time, a strange voice sounded in Yu Yang's ears: "This is Super 62, this is Super 62, the road has been cleared!"
"Thank you. If you were a little late, we would have to meet God. Where is the convoy now?" Yu Yang immediately stood up from the ground. Sure enough, a Black Hawk helicopter was circling above his head, and he was on the road just now.
The heavy machine gun that suppressed Yu Yang and others in the middle was easily knocked out. There were many corpses of Somali militiamen lying on both sides of the road. Most of them were shot by large-caliber machine guns and had missing arms and legs.
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"At your ten o'clock direction, we will hover at high altitude to guide you. When you need us, you can call for fire support. Justice will not be late!" After the helicopter pilot finished speaking, he immediately pulled the helicopter
Lift away from low altitude.
The low altitude in Somalia is too dangerous. The headquarters has issued instructions to minimize low-altitude circling. Two helicopters have been lost. The US military cannot lose more helicopters. Otherwise, it will become an international laughing stock and be killed by a company.
For a country that does not have anti-aircraft weapons, it would be a shame to shoot down two helicopters. It would be a great shame to shoot down three helicopters.
Yu Yang and others were rescued by the helicopter. Kyle carried John quickly into the path on the left. Yu Yang followed closely. To be precise, it was in a market. The ground was full of small commodities scattered everywhere.
, fruits, and all kinds of garbage scattered throughout the small market.
Du Lun took the lead, Kyle Guardian John walked in the middle, and Yu Yang was responsible for breaking up the rear. Maybe they were frightened by the helicopter that just appeared. After the four people turned into the market, there were no pursuers behind them.
There were a large number of black people in the market, all squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, looking at Yu Yang and others in panic. They were all unarmed civilians, but even so, Yu Yang and others were still cautious.
There is no distinction between militiamen and civilians at the local level. One moment they are holding weapons and shooting at you. The next moment they put down their weapons, they may become civilians.
"Yu, at your direction of twelve o'clock, a pickup truck is approaching at high speed. It has a machine gun and two armed men. Please pay attention, please pay attention!" Just after walking halfway out of the market, I heard a voice in my ear.
The helicopter hovering high in the sky reported to Yu Yang the situation around them.
"Roger, Du Lun, there is a pickup truck at twelve o'clock, with machine guns and armed personnel on board! Get ready to shoot!" Yu Yang shouted, threw a smoke grenade behind him, turned around and took aim
Aiming at twelve o'clock,
About five seconds later, the sound of the engine of the old pickup truck reached the ears of Yu Yang and others. Du Lun and Yu Yang took a deep breath and aimed at both sides of the market exit.
The front of the pickup truck was exposed from the left side, and then it accelerated. There was a machine gun and two gunmen holding AKs on the back compartment. Yu Yang pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the bullets were accurately fired at the vehicle.
Two people were killed, and Duren quickly shot the driver to death.
The bodies of the two black men in the back compartment fell from the pickup truck, and the AK47 in one of them's hands also fell to the ground. A little black man who looked to be only in his teens ran to the side of the gun. After Yu Yang saw it, he was heartbroken.
He kept chanting silently: "Don't pick it up, don't pick it up, don't pick it up!" But the little black man still picked up the weapon, and Duren fired without hesitation. He had suffered a loss from a child before and almost lost his life, so
This time there was no hesitation at all.
After getting rid of the pickup truck, the four people quickly walked through the market and came to the pickup truck under the hateful eyes of the Somalis.
"Dulun, you're good at flying helicopters. Can you drive a pickup truck?" Yu Yang jumped directly onto the back compartment of the pickup truck. The machine gun was already loaded. There were two boxes of thousands of rounds of ammunition in the compartment, which was enough for Yu Yang to spend a lot of money.
a period of time.
Du Lun gave a thumbs up: "There is no problem. I started driving the pickup truck left by my grandfather when I was eleven years old. I can drive a Ford pickup truck with my eyes closed!" After Du Lun finished speaking, he immediately started driving.
He took off the black man's body in the room, wiped the blood with his own clothes, and jumped into the driver's seat.
Kyle put John into the co-pilot's seat and jumped into the car. He heard Duren shouting: "Sit down, Dauntless, let's set off!"
"Dulun, take the walkie-talkie with you. Contact the helicopter at any time to confirm the direction of the convoy. We will meet up with the convoy!" Yu Yang said and handed the walkie-talkie he was carrying to Du Lun!
"Okay, everything is ready, Fearless, let's go!" Du Lun coded the walkie-talkie and stepped on the accelerator. Yu Yang couldn't stand still and almost fell off the pickup truck.
As soon as the vehicle drove out, I saw a dozen black men rushing over with AK47s in front of me. They must have received news that there was a US military position in the market, and these people came to provide support.
"Da... da da... da da da..." After Yu Yang saw a group of black people appearing, he immediately pulled the trigger. The machine gun sprayed fire snakes. It only took less than ten seconds for the reaper Yu Yang to save the lives of the black people in front of him.
In a short time, all the black people in front of him were cleared away, and more than a dozen people were hit on a narrow path. Yu Yang could easily kill them without taking aim.
Large-caliber machine gun bullets shot through the Somali militiamen like pieces of paper. The mutilated bodies and blood instantly turned the path into a shura field.
When the vehicle passed by, the wheels were stained red with blood, leaving two long blood marks.
