"Boom!"

Another explosion sounded in the air, just now was still in the air, the tail of the Super 64 that guided the ground troops was also hit, and the Super 64, which lost its balance, was the same as the previous Super 63, like a headless fly in the air, spinning wildly, and finally in one direction, slowly began to fall.

"Oh shit, there's something wrong with Super June Fourth, too! He was also shot down! An observer saw the situation in the air and immediately reported the news to Command.

Andrei can swear to God, today is the most tragic day of his life, he has been the proud son of heaven since he was a child, and it can be said that he has grown up smoothly, entered the West Point Military Academy at the age of twenty-three, became a major general at the age of forty, and the supreme commander of the US forces in Somalia, basically did not encounter him fighting, but today, Andrei suffered the biggest fiasco in his life.

According to the plan, he sent a battalion of soldiers out to capture Farah, and this data is the most suitable force given by the Pentagon, which is a standard configuration given by a detailed calculation of the combat effectiveness of blacks and the terrain of Mogadishu.

A battalion of soldiers, who can alternate cover, has heavy weapons, and there are five helicopter gunships, two transport planes, and five Delta Action Teams, this kind of investment of troops, not to mention the capture of Farah, even if it is the capture of a thousand black people.

Andrei also believes that if this matter is handled perfectly, the casualties caused by his previous failure to deal with the black demonstrations can be minimized, after all, someone has already taken the blame, but he didn't expect to receive any good news until now.

Farah was not caught, two helicopters were lost, more than a dozen Delta members were killed, and now a battalion of troops is still trapped in Mogadishu and cannot get out, if it is not dealt with properly, maybe all of them will remain in Mogadishu, and a battalion of soldiers, if they are killed by the blacks, he knows that even if he can get away with it, those angry relatives will not let them go.

Thinking of this, Andre flashed something in his mind again, that damn Farah, there were still some hostages in his hands, the more he thought about it, the more headaches he felt, and Andre felt like his head was about to explode.

At this time, his subordinates still did not let Andre go, everyone knew that this time the mission went wrong, and everyone didn't want to be responsible, so everything was asked to Andrei, and any order was given after Andre allowed it, so that even if they were held accountable, it had nothing to do with them.

"What to do, now immediately send reinforcements to the station, rescue our people, inform the British, Germans, French, and Italians, all inform, let them support us, damn it! This group of blacks is crazy, how could they shoot down our helicopter! ”

"Sir, I don't know, but in fact, they really shot down, the Super 64 fall area is about three kilometers away from the Super 63 position, our ground forces have come to the Super 63 crash site, have found a place, and are rescuing the survivors!"

After Andre heard the news, his brows relaxed slightly: "Finally, there is good news, tell them, let them leave Mogadishu as soon as possible, by the way, don't forget where Super June Fourth needs rescue!" ”

"Roger!"

At this time, the city of Mogadishu was already crazy, and Farah's words, take up arms, surround your homes, inspired many blacks to come out of their homes, weapons in their hands, and shout to kill all Americans.

This is the second time that the Americans have been caught in a people's war, the first time in the far eastern peninsula of Asia.

The remaining reinforcements were lying on a high place, holding sniper rifles in their hands, about seven or eight hundred meters away from the Americans, watching those Americans set up a temporary position, pulled the bolt, and the gun crosshair was placed on the head of an American.

"Tsar, do you think I can kill that American with this shot?"

"Can't!" The tsar calculated a little, and after thinking about the marksmanship of the Yu Yuanjun, he gave an answer that made the Yu Yuanjun very frustrated.

"Two hundred dollars, you said! All I need to do is hit, and that's it! ”

"Yes!"

The tsar did not hesitate to agree to the request of the remaining reinforcements, joking, during this period of time almost every day with the remaining reinforcements, for the remaining reinforcements' marksmanship, the tsar is still very confident, within two hundred meters, is the effective range of the remaining reinforcements, basically refers to where to fight, but more than three hundred meters, the remaining reinforcements' marksmanship is the soul gunner, with the fate of marksmanship, if you want to hit, you need God's consent.

"Don't regret it!" After Yu Yuanjun finished speaking, he adjusted the shooting angle slightly, during this time, Yu Yuanjun also trained hard to improve his marksmanship, and now he has mysterious confidence in his marksmanship.

"Peng!"

After adding a silencer, there was a very rhythmic sound of gunfire from the M24, and the bullets were fired from the chamber, and the remaining military scopes kept watching their targets, while the Tsar watched with binoculars.

In the distance of the U.S. military position, the U.S. soldiers who were targeted by the remaining reinforcements bent their waists and kept repairing their positions, and the crash site was behind them, but because two of the wounded were stuck, it took time to rescue, so the Americans had to establish defensive positions on the spot to resist the attack of the blacks.

And at this time he heard a sound of breaking the air, a bullet flew past him, it was the sound of a stray bullet, this sound is often encountered on the battlefield, it is much more difficult to be hit by a bullet on the battlefield than to be hit by a stray bullet, ten soldiers, six or seven can die from stray bullets.

Kaos lay on the ground, a little afraid, if he had just taken a step forward, he might hit a bullet, lying on the ground and began to pray to God, thank God for taking care of him, Kaos was ready to continue working.

Yu Reinforcements looked at Kaos lying on the ground in the telescope with some chagrin, did not hit the target, and was ready to pay for it, but miraculously, the bullet hit an American soldier at the machine gun position behind Kaos, and it was a headshot.

"I hit!"

Yu Yuanjun clenched his fists, and the Tsar looked at the American soldiers who were headshot by Yu Yuanjun and couldn't help but be stunned, shouldn't it, his own head, when did his marksmanship become so good? It's completely unbelievable that the shot that was so level just now was fired by Yu reinforcements.