After John and Duren saw that the rocket missed the target, they breathed a long sigh of relief and let go of Yu Yang's hands. At this time, two more Somali militiamen appeared.
The location of the alley entrance.
"Remove!" Yu Yang shouted and took the lead in firing. The M4A1 that had just changed the magazine was raining down bullets again. At this time, there was no time to aim, so he could only fire randomly. However, because the distance was relatively close, thirty rounds of bullets were fired.
More than a dozen of the bullets hit two Somali militiamen.
Yu Yang was also shot in the chest, but he was protected by a bulletproof vest. He just felt like his chest was hit by a heavy object. His vision went black. The bulletproof vest was not penetrated, but there was no problem with his ribs.
Yang is not very clear.
After taking care of the two Somali militiamen, Yu Yang endured the pain and got up from the ground. He looked down at his chest, made sure that he was fine, then reached out to remove the bullet stuck in the body armor and threw it aside, then staggered deeper into the alley.
He ran away with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.
There were constant shouts from behind. Yu Yang didn't know what they were saying, but he knew it was definitely not a good thing. He retreated while fighting. After running back less than ten meters, he saw seven or eight people in the alley behind him.
A militiaman appeared.
The person who fired the cover this time was Du Lun. He hid at the door of a room with a rifle and kept firing at the entrance of the alley. Two or three of the seven or eight militiamen were killed on the spot, and several others hid aside in panic.
, the location at the alley entrance suddenly became quiet.
Yu Yang was facing the alley and walked backwards quickly. At the intersection just now, he saw a dozen Somali militiamen. If they all ran forward now, they would definitely get stabbed in the ass. They could only fight while fighting.
withdraw.
The four-person team walked forward less than five or six meters again. A Somali militiaman carrying an RPG once again appeared at the alley. Without aiming, he directly pulled the trigger, and a rocket rushed directly in.
In the alley.
"RPG!" Yu Yang yelled and fell to the ground. John, who was walking at the front, heard Yu Yang shouting and fell to the ground without any hesitation. The rocket held the tail flame and hit in front of Yu Yang.
In a two-story building not far away, smoke and dust began to fall continuously from the two-story building, blocking Yu Yang's vision. Just when Yu Yang and others were lying on the ground, they saw
A pickup truck stopped at the entrance of the alley.
"Machine gun, enter the room!" After saying that, Yu Yang dragged Du Lun and ran into the room next to him, followed closely by Kyle and John. This is Somalia, not anywhere else. All room doors
As if it was a fake, Yu Yang knocked open the locked door with a single collision and rolled directly into the room.
"It's safe inside the house!" Yu Yang glanced around the house with his gun and found no one. Just after saying that the house was safe, he heard footsteps on the stairs of the second floor. Without hesitation, he clicked on the second floor.
He pulled the trigger, and since it was a wooden structure house, the bullet penetrated the wooden board and hit the person on the second floor. There was a muffled sound. After that, Yu Yang quickly walked to the stairs and cautiously walked to the second floor.
At the door, John, who was the last to enter the house, had just entered the door when he heard a series of gunshots. The place where they were just now was covered in dust by bullets. He turned his ears and listened for a moment: "It's MG42! Damn it, we
We are in trouble! Why do these Somalis have such machine guns! What to do, as long as the door is locked by the machine gun, we will have no way to escape!"
Hearing John's complaint, Kyle smiled helplessly while checking his weapons: "It's just an MG42, no need to make such a fuss, those damn arms dealers, as long as they have money, they will sell anything, let alone machine guns."
, even Big Ivan, if you give them enough US dollars, they can get it for you! But these Somalis are really rich, and MG42 bullets are not easy to get!"
Hearing this, John gritted his teeth, cursed, and began to follow Kyle's footsteps and cautiously moved towards the second floor.
"It's safe on the second floor!" Yu Yang walked up to the second floor and saw the body of a black man holding an old-fashioned rifle in his hand. He gently kicked the rifle aside and searched the two rooms to make sure there were no enemies around.
He found a seat and sat down, took out the water bottle and took a sip of water, his expression was a little painful.
"Yu, what's wrong with you? Are you injured?" Du Lun was the first to notice that something was wrong with Yu Yang's expression. He immediately stepped forward and asked with concern. It can be said that Yu Yang deserves a lot of credit for their ability to run all the way here.
No, if something happens to Yu Yang, then their road will be even more difficult.
Yu Yang gritted his teeth and shook his head: "It's okay, I just got hit by a bullet, but luckily, the bulletproof vest blocked it!" After saying that, Yu Yang showed the place where he was hit by the bullet on his chest, which was bulletproof.
There was a white spot on his clothes, the mark left after being hit by a bullet.
Du Lun carefully checked Yu Yang's body, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he breathed a sigh of relief: "What should we do now? This room has no balcony, so we can't rush out!"
Yu Yang looked around the room and found that there was indeed no place leading to the roof. He pointed to the window: "John, try to see if you can kill the machine gun from here, otherwise, we will be trapped here!"
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After hearing this, John nodded and walked to the window with the sniper rifle. After taking a look for a while, he shook his head: "It's useless. I can only see the front of a pickup truck and not the machine gun. What should I do?"
Yu Yang pointed to the window opposite John: "Kyle, look, where does this window lead to? Be careful!"
Kyle nodded, walked carefully to the window, and looked from both sides. There was also a small alley below, and no Somali militiamen were seen at the intersection.
"Behind is an alley, which is about the same size as the one we walked before. I didn't see any Somali militiamen at the intersection!"
There is a road behind the house, so there is no need to wait for death here. The somewhat solemn expressions on the four people's faces all relaxed.
"John, can you see the driver of the pickup truck? If you can, beat the driver to death and blow out their tires. Kyle, you cover me. I'll go down and take a look first!" After a brief thought,
, a battle plan appeared in Yu Yang's mind.
I looked at the time and saw that about half an hour had passed. I still had to hold on for another five and a half hours before I could safely evacuate Mogadishu. Now it seemed that the level of fighting was not very difficult, at least.
The combat effectiveness of these Somali militiamen was only five, not even five. Apart from being able to shoot, they knew nothing else. The four of them were in such a mess simply because they were unfamiliar with the terrain.
"Okay!" John nodded and went to the window again. Yu Yang stood at the opposite window and stuck his head out. He quickly took a look at the alley. After making sure that no one was there, he immediately turned over and jumped down from the second floor.
, when he landed, he rolled over to relieve his force, otherwise it wouldn't be very comfortable if he had dozens of kilograms of weight on his body and fell directly to the ground. In addition, he had an old injury, so he spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth, and started to be on guard.
Then Yu Yang heard two crisp gunshots, which should have been fired by John. Then Duren, Kyle, and finally John jumped down from the second floor one after another. After the four people confirmed that no one was injured,
