The sand and gravel stirred up by the grenade explosion scattered, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and the large group of Somali militia who rushed into the Mogadishu airstrip saw a man half-crouched on the ground with a machete in his hand, surrounded by dozens of corpses, this person seemed to be a god of war falling from the sky.

Even if it is half squatting, it is still inexplicably timid.

Ignorant, backward, and extremely superstitious armed elements, you look at me, I look at you, and they can't help but slow down their pace, and their dark faces are full of anxiety and fear.

The leader of the team shouted in dialect to urge, and the militiamen accelerated to approach the lonely Yang Chen, ready to shoot, and at the last moment, the scorpion turned the machine gun and poured all the remaining ammunition into the crowd dozens of meters in front of Yang Chen, and the militants fell one after another, blood splashed, and some people's bodies were instantly shattered, shocking.

The battlefield is so brutal.

War is so bloody.

Here, there is no mercy for people, only life and death.

Yang Chen, who was temporarily safe, wiped off the sand and dust on his sticky face, and looked around, the militia in Mogadishu kept roundabout, basically forming a loose encirclement, and there was a faint movement of old-fashioned tanks rumbling forward in the distance, and the stalemate continued, and the final result was undoubtedly surrounded and annihilated.

Breakthrough?

If you don't have the seven rescued hostages, you might be able to give it a try, if you break through with seven oil bottles that can't run and can't go far, you will still be lucky, and now the only hope is to wait for the plane to be answered.

Yang Chen quickly paid attention, and used the communication equipment he carried with him to give an order to every member of the team who was alive, "Brothers, my comrades-in-arms, protect yourself, stick to the enemy, the plane will arrive soon, and when you board the plane, I don't want to carry the corpse of any of you." ”

Three members of the team died, and the guide was nowhere to be found.

Counting Yang Chen himself, nineteen people against thousands of people is almost a battle without suspense, but on Yang Chen's side, no one flinched or was afraid.

The scorpion jumped out of the truck, indifferently picked up his mp5, long-distance point shooting, no missing bullets, on the technique of playing with guns, he is not inferior to Yang Chen, don't underestimate these nineteen people, they rely on the crossfire network composed of rich experience, constantly devouring lives, until the three old tanks of the Soviet Russian period slowly appeared, blocking the fire network, this ruthless strangulation came to an end, some years of T54 tanks across the broken and lying hundreds of corpses of the street, artillery bombardment.

The ground trembled!

I don't know if the blind cat ran into a dead mouse or the Mogadishu militia tankmen were more talented, and the shells overturned a bunker without deviation, and shrapnel, sand and stone bricks were everywhere, thrilling, but fortunately, the two Arctic fox members rolled out of the bunker a few seconds early, only to be grazed by a few pieces of shrapnel flying sideways.

Frontal tank raid.

A large number of militias on the left and right flanks made a detour.

There were also more than a dozen pickup trucks in the back, and the pickup trucks were either carrying 60 rocket launchers or anti-aircraft machine guns with flat barrels, and more and more militiamen gathered behind the pickup trucks lined up, murderous.

Yang Chen lay on the ground, observing the surrounding situation, his handsome face showed a trace of solemnity, looked at his watch, he had been holding on for nearly half an hour, the Il-76 transport plane that landed at the airport of the peacekeeping force was only eighty kilometers away from here, no matter how slow it was, it should have arrived, could it be a problem?

Yang Chen habitually thought of the worst.

What to do if the plane really went wrong or was shot down.

Just as this guy was racking his brains to figure out countermeasures, and the defensive circle was constantly being compressed by tanks, the roar of planes was heard in the distant sky.

Here it comes!

Yang Chen, who was lying on the ground, hammered down the ground hard, glad that things were not as bad as he thought, but the situation was still grim, and it would take at least three or five minutes for the plane to land safely, which seemed to be very short, but it was actually a long torment of life and death for them.

Blue sky machine, the figure of Il-76 is gradually becoming clear.

Mogadishu's militia became more and more restless, they would not let the plane land easily, nor would they let Yang Chen's gang escape easily, and the dilapidated streets were crowded with pickup trucks, and the militia on the bodies were busy maneuvering anti-aircraft machine guns or 20-millimeter machine guns, ready to fire at the air.

More than 1,000 militiamen, who were gradually forming an encirclement, were mobilized, and there were signs of a decisive charge.

Yang Chen quickly crawled back to the defensive position, joined up with the team members, and made a final blockade, but fortunately, two of the three old tanks had been blown off by the scorpion with a portable infantry mine, and they were lying on their stomachs.

"Hold on for five more minutes!"

Yang Chen almost roared and gave an order, then picked up an infantry mine, rushed towards the enemy's only tank that could move, the tank knocked down the barbed wire fence that encircled the airport, and ran over a simple fortification that had been abandoned by the Arctic fox team, facing the Arctic fox team that lacked heavy equipment, it was simply invincible.

When he sat up, the rampaging tank was close at hand, his leg was injured, and the man with limited mobility tore off the grenade hanging on his chest with both hands, and looked directly at the tank that ran over, and he wanted to die together.

Yang Chen arrived in time and pulled his subordinates out of the range of the tank crushing, and the moment the tank tracks were pressed down, he put the infantry mine and threw down the injured team members with his arms.

The infantry thunder exploded violently, and shrapnel flew one after another, but fortunately, Yang Chen's series of actions were done in one go, and it was extremely fast, and some shrapnel just grazed his shoulders and flew over the back of his head, dangerous and dangerous.

Boom!

The tank track broke.

Dozens of black militiamen who followed the tank swarmed out, raising their guns to shoot at Yang Chen and the injured Arctic fox members, they were fast, Yang Chen, who was lying on the ground, was faster, and at the same time he turned over and threw his guns to shoot, he kicked his injured subordinates out of the danger area, and more than a dozen militants who had no time to shoot shook violently and fell to the ground.

The MP5 submachine gun in Yang Chen's hand, known for its rate of fire and stability, was most suitable for this kind of close-range encounter, and the remaining militants hurriedly returned the abandoned tank, giving Yang Chen a chance to breathe.

At this time, the Il-76 had reached the sky over the rudimentary airfield, and did not force a landing, but hovered open the tail hatch and dropped multiple napalm.

A large number of militiamen who frantically flocked to the defensive positions of the Arctic Fox Squad from all directions were swallowed by the flames one after another, and their deaths were extremely miserable.

The raging fires not only blocked the way of the Mogadishu militia charge, but also completely broke their courage, and the survivors watched in amazement as they struggled in the flames and finally collapsed their charred companions, fear, shock and grief mingled on their dark cheeks.

The militia, who had not been affected by napalm because of its proximity to the Arctic Fox position, lost their minds for a moment, and were cleared by Yang Chen's men, and the plane began to land, landing safely and coming to a stop.

The scorpion led a dozen people to cover the rescued people and rushed to the plane, and Yang Chen led the rest of the people to retreat to the plane step by step.