Arrows are like flying locusts, describing the density and speed of arrows when ten thousand arrows are fired together, in fact, the speed of flying locusts is not much faster, and the exaggerated description is just too far worse than the speed of the black mamba.

The black mamba snake bites and kills thirteen snake catchers in minutes, not to mention the fact that there is a tragedy that has been reported in the newspapers, otherwise how could a two-meter-long poisonous snake become the grim reaper in the African jungle.

At a distance of more than one meter, the black mamba snake catapulted and attacked at such a fast speed, and the guide hired with a lot of money was a dead man, which had nothing to do with contempt and contempt, and it was a fact summarized by countless bloody lessons.

However, an astonishing scene fell into the eyes of the guide, the snake head of the black mamba snake was fixed at a distance of seven or eight centimeters from Yang Chen's neck, twisting its head in pain, and when it was raised, it almost touched Yang Chen's cheeks, its big mouth opened and closed hard, and its two poisonous fangs were exposed.

It turned out that Yang Chen pinched the head of the poisonous snake with his hand, and the technique was commonplace, and the reason why the guide was surprised was that Yang Chen's speed was unbelievable.

Yang Chen, who pinched the poisonous snake, was calm as usual, the hand holding the machete was naturally raised, and with a touch of the situation, the head of the black mamba snake was sprinkled with scarlet blood, flying into the bushes, and the violently twisting body was thrown by Ye Zhengrong to the branch of the ancient tree on the other side, and Yang Chen, who had killed the life of the poisonous snake, pressed his hand forward as if he was fine, signaling to continue moving forward.

In a short moment, a series of actions, all in one go.

Yang Chen's image in the eyes of the guide improved sharply, and the twenty-three people quickly entered the mountain, sneaked into Mogadishu late the next night, killed thirteen guards, successfully blasted the Jiaolong, destroyed all the important originals, and successfully rescued all the hostages, and things went surprisingly smoothly.

The scorpion also noticed the abnormality, frowned, and said, "Boss, something is wrong." ”

Yang Chen's face did not change and nodded, such an easy task to complete, Lao Yu would definitely not let his sharp blade come out of the sheath, and he would be a demon if things were impermanent.

Yang Chen ordered his subordinates to rush to Mogadishu Airport with the rescued hostages in five armed pickup trucks they had stolen, quickly occupied the airport, set up a defensive line, and waited for the plane to pick them up.

The convoy crossed the deserted town, smoothly drove into the airport, and stopped at the side of the improvised runway, Yang Chen's scorpion jumped out of the car, and looked around, the simple and dilapidated airport was quiet, and there was no plane.

Suddenly, the long tone of African rhinoceros horns sounded in many places in Mogadishu, and the alleys, dark corners, and buildings near the airport instantly appeared densely populated, and the quiet town suddenly fell into a hustle and bustle.

Not to mention more than 1,000 people.

Twenty Arctic Fox elite warriors relied on the terrain of the airport to set up a defensive line, they only needed to occupy the airport for half an hour, and their Il-76 could arrive, and the airport without danger could be defended for half an hour, which was an impossible feat to complete!

Encountering a dangerous situation, Yang Chen quickly commanded his subordinates to concentrate the rescued people in a shooting blind spot composed of ruins and broken walls, the scorpion on the pickup truck bucket was already boiling, this fierce man who was born and died countless times with Yang Chen, steadily operated the double-barreled machine gun on the pickup truck body, and fired accurately, and a few militiamen carrying bazookas on the roof of a two-story broken building fifty meters in front of him were instantly torn into bloody pieces of flesh by the shells.

The scorpion fired the first shot.

Armed Somali militia screamed and shot as they rushed towards the airport.

Twenty elite Arctic fox soldiers relied on the fortifications to calmly block the attack, and these retired special forces with all actual combat experience suppressed the momentum of the militia with or accurate point shooting, and most of the militia hid in the alleys and buildings opposite, poked out the muzzles of their guns and fired indiscriminately, and the two sides fought fiercely.

Mogadishu's militia can either be killed or wounded as long as they come forward, and the Arctic fox killers are highly skilled in marksmanship, each with terrifying strength as snipers, and they shoot their targets in a very targeted manner.

As a result, a large number of militia members were terrified and savage, and not many people were willing to joke with their lives, and thousands of people hid in large buildings across the street from the airport.

Concrete buildings can block ordinary bullets fired from a long distance, but they can never withstand 20 mm guns, you must know that the maximum rate of fire of the double-barreled machine gun is 1,200 rounds per minute, and the power of the double-barreled machine gun can easily penetrate 45 mm steel plates at a distance of 200 meters.

Every time the machine guns in the airport strafed the buildings opposite, it was like a meteorite rain descending strongly, the masonry cracked, the stone chips flew one after another, the smoke and dust were filled, 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 killed or seriously injured and incapacitated, and the initial unscrupulous charge of the Mogadishu militia caused serious casualties on their own side, some people lacked arms and legs, staring numbly at the bloody wounds, and some cried and howled, calling for help to their own people, but no one was willing to break into the rain of bullets to save them.

War is so cruel and inhumane, not everyone who falls can gain the halo of heroes, can go down in history, and more people have become insignificant cannon fodder, and the death is lighter than a feather, not only no one remembers and admires, but also no one sympathizes with mercy.

In Mogadishu, where human lives are as cheap as ants, these black militiamen who lost their lives are worthless cannon fodder.

Yang Chen and twenty members of the Arctic Fox relied on the advantages of weapons and combat quality to block more than 1,000 militiamen, and the militia leaders who were shrinking in the rear zero hour combat command headquarters thought that the crowd tactics would break down the thin defense line built by more than 20 people in minutes, so they chose the most direct frontal death, but now they suffered heavy casualties, and finally knew how to adopt roundabout tactics.

In the shops facing the street hundreds of meters away from the firefighting zone, several black men in camouflage military uniforms were muttering to convey emergency orders to their red-eyed subordinates, while whispering to each other, looking at their slightly surprised complex expressions, as if admiring the strength of their opponents.

Soon, a large number of militiamen crossed the walls and alleys with their teeth and claws, outflanking the east and west sides of the airport in circles, and there were also small groups of militiamen moving around a considerable circle towards Yang Chen and their rear.

"Silly bird, I'll just understand now." The scorpion with the machine gun on the pickup sneered and cursed, seemingly disdainful, but there was a rare solemnity in his eyes, and when he looked around at the members of the Arctic fox team around him, he was more or less worried and worried, and he didn't want anyone to have an accident.

In an instant, the scorpion lost its mind, and in the window on the second floor of the dilapidated small building dozens of meters away from the airport, a grenade fired by a 60 rocket launcher drew a trajectory that could be seen clearly by the naked eye, crashed into a fortification composed of sandbags at the airport and exploded, the flames were shining, and the sandbags flew in all directions.

A member of the arctic fox was blown up, and fell tragically not far from the pickup, his hands and face were scorched with shrapnel and sand stones, staring at the sky, and he couldn't look at death, the scorpion saw this scene, his heart was like a knife, his rough face was hideous, and he roared: "Kill the with heavy weapons first!" ”

The double-barreled 20-millimeter cannon fired rapidly, instantly firing the small gray building that fired grenades into a sieve.

The brave wins, but more than 20 people are about to fall into a siege of thousands of militiamen, and the children should be able to guess the ending of the heroic and bloody battle, and there are already companions who have died, and the elites of the Arctic Fox are still calm and unhurried.

They are the world's top mercenaries who have lived and died.

They are not afraid of death at this time, defending the undefeated honor and the dignity of men.

Their faces vividly show the perseverance of the soldiers and the ruthlessness of the iron-blooded men.

On Yang Chen's side, the two double-barreled 20-millimeter machine guns that take into account the frontal target will obviously not be able to completely seal the two wings of the airport, and will fall into the dilemma of ammunition shortage.

The sparse Somali militia made a roundabout way into the airport, and although it was like a plate of loose sand, the thieves and thieves were shooting indiscriminately as they ran, but the messy barrage still knocked down an Arctic fox member who wanted to move his position to plug the hole in the side defenses.

The former SEAL marksman who followed the man who fell to the ground did not lie on the spot, he knew that the fiber body armor embedded with steel plates on his companion's body could not block the AK47 steel core bullet at a distance of seventy or eighty meters, and he knew that the warhead would not penetrate the body of his companion due to the body of the body armor would also form a shock wave with a diameter of 12 centimeters in the body, shattering the internal organs, muscles and blood vessels, but in order to save his companion who might have a 30% chance of survival, he did not hesitate to shoot with a gun in his right hand, and pulled the heavy body of his companion with his left hand, and quickly retreated to the fortification at a distance of three meters.

Sensing that the two team members were in danger, Yang Chen quickly changed the magazine and wanted to go to the rescue, hateful, God once again played the villain who forced Liang to be a prostitute, and played with Yang Chen's feelings fiercely, although the man who saved his companions moved quickly, but no matter how fast the bullets were, several bullets hit his exposed upper body one after another, and his body trembled and swayed one after another due to the heavy blows like a crumbling reed in the wind.

Blood spurted, sprinkled.

The strong and brave man gritted his teeth and dragged his companion to shoot several times before he fell to the ground, with an indescribable tragedy.

Yang Chen burst into tears, his handsome face was full of murderous intent, he jumped up from behind the cement bunker, and rushed straight into the militia who broke into the airport with a speed beyond the limit of ordinary people and a strange running line, just like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, the weapons in the hands of the black militia were not as good as a burning stick in close hand-to-hand combat, and they were in a hurry to shoot, and it was easy to injure their own people by mistake, one by one, Yang Chen became more and more unscrupulous, killing people was as neat as chopping melons and vegetables.

The thirty or forty people who made a detour into the airport were all slashed under the feet of this fierce animal with daggers and machetes, and at last only a frightened black man remained.

Yang Chen, who had killed the red-eyed man, did not allow the burly black man who was in a daze at all to ease up, jumped into the air, and the machete he snatched came to the standard force to split Huashan.

Out of self-defense instinct, the black man panicked and lifted the worn-out AK47 and blocked it across his head, but his thick arms were torn by the dislocated tendons smashed by the machete, and the grinning teeth, the cold blade had reached his neck, Yang Chen, who was holding the knife in one hand, fell to the ground, drew the knife with his backhand without thinking, turned around, and made a killing move in one go, elegant and fast.

The black man's big head flew into the sky, spraying blood with blood, shocking.

Yang Chen glanced indifferently at the swaying headless corpse, raised his eyes and looked forward, his eyes suddenly froze, and a grenade fired from the 60 bazooka came in an instant.

Under the impact of the air wave generated by the grenade explosion, he flipped in the air for two and a half weeks, spanning a distance of seven or eight meters, and after landing, he stumbled back four or five steps, and barely stabilized by inserting the machete into the ground.

Yang Chen, who was crumbling, his ears were buzzing, his eyes were dizzy, he shook his head, and then looked forward, his vision was still blurry, as if a large figure was slowly approaching.