Reporters from afar, occupying some high slopes, as a reporter who often secretly photographs some shady things, some professional qualities are still there, lying on the ground, motionless, and the Americans have not found them until now.

However, the pictures of the massacre of black people by the Americans were all filmed, and the reporter received an anonymous letter saying that there was big news in Somalia, and Marin, who had nothing to do at home at the time, finally chose to come, but he didn't expect to take these pictures, Marlene felt that this year's Pulitzer Prize was beckoning to him.

"Big news!" The reporter kept taking pictures, the pictures of the black people being slaughtered, he did not have any psychological fluctuations, the more miserable the better, the more miserable the more he was able to realize how much risk he was taking and how cruel the photos he took.

"Sir, there are more than thirty black wounded soldiers, what should I do?"

"Kill, do we still have to feed them, our soldiers still need treatment now, damn it, this kind of question, why are you asking me!" Andre is getting more and more irritable, and now he wants to kill all the blacks.

Several officers glanced at each other and asked themselves if they must have asked, otherwise how would the report be written in the future? Did you take the initiative to kill the captives? Definitely not, since his own leader has an order, then it will be easy to do, immediately notify his subordinates, and kill all the prisoners.

The reporter kept taking pictures, but when the United States stopped attacking, the reporter frowned, why didn't the Americans continue to attack? Why didn't you kill the captives? Kill this group of captives, so that the picture can feel shocking, and let others vote for themselves.

As for the life and death of these blacks, they don't care at all, these blacks are slaughtered, they are valuable, undead blacks, there is no news, there is no breaking point, what is the value of being alive?

In the eyes of the three major races, for white people, except for white people, other human lives are not worth anything at all, and in their eyes, it doesn't matter how many people die.

"Shoot!" The order reached the soldiers at the front, the white soldiers looked at each other, and finally loaded the bullets, ready to kill all the blacks, no one Virgin, this time the blacks attacked the camp, the American soldiers sacrificed a lot, and all of them had anger in their hearts.

"Da Da Da ......"

Without the slightest hesitation, one bullet after another, all the blacks who knelt on the ground and surrendered were killed, and this picture was taken by all the reporters, the reporters became more and more excited, but also more and more calm, after taking the photos, lying on the spot motionless, waiting for the dark, just run out while it was dark, now if you move, maybe you will be discovered by the Americans, and you will fall short.

"Sir, we've all killed the blacks who attacked the camp, what are we going to do next?"

Andrei thought about it, the trapped American troops in the city have been asking for help, and he definitely can't ignore these people, and thought for a while: "Send a regiment to rescue the trapped people, and the rest clean up the battlefield, notify Pakistan, as well as the Italians, and the French, let them also send troops to support us!" ”

"Then don't we leave some people in reserve?" Some people in the command asked worriedly, after all, the black man attacked his headquarters once, and the ghost knows if there will be a second one? This time there are reserves, but what about the second time? There weren't many people left in the barracks.

"Don't worry, the blacks don't have the strength to attack anymore!" Andrei always felt that it was a surprise that the blacks took the initiative to attack, when the blacks had the courage to take the initiative to attack, he saw the shadows of some people behind him, including the war mercenary group near Mogadishu.

"Okay!"

In the end, the U.S. military sent a regiment to rescue the trapped U.S. troops, and after a little replenishment of ammunition, they immediately drove out of the camp and headed for Mogadishu, but the U.S. troops in Mogadishu were already in a predicament.

The U.S. troops who were stubbornly defending the building, because after the first and second floors were occupied, a steady stream of blacks rushed in, and the number of U.S. troops was small, and they were slowly eaten away little by little, and finally had to retreat to a lonely building.

Yu Yang and John and other four people, after a big circle, came to the temporary base of the US army, but Yu Yang found that the US military camp could be captured at any time, and took John to evacuate again, and set off towards the place where the reinforcements came, the first wave of reinforcements has entered Mogadishu, but they are trapped three kilometers away from here.

However, it was not easy along the way, and in the end, Yu Yang was shot several times, and Duren was also shot in a coma, but in the end he managed to break through the encirclement of the blacks and came to the reinforcements' station, but there was still a period of time before Yu Yang completed the task, and after waking up, Yu Yang did not choose to retreat with his injuries but chose to insist on fighting.

On the other side, the remaining reinforcements have withdrawn from the battle with their men, preparing to withdraw from Mogadishu, this time a total of two old Maozi were sacrificed, and the corpses were taken away, even if the Americans feel that there is a shadow of the war mercenary group behind them, but they can't find evidence, they won't necessarily trouble themselves.

"Retreat, go west, take a detour, don't go to the war zone!" Yu Yuanjun was a little tired, he fought for a long time, and he was injured, which made his face a little pale, although the bleeding had stopped, but he still flowed a little before, and now when he walked, Yu Yuanjun was still a little unstable, but the metamorphosis recovery ability made his wounds begin to heal.

The Tsar has been supporting the remaining reinforcements, more than 20 people, along the path, towards the west of Mogadishu, now Mogadishu is very chaotic, the front battlefield is exchanging fire with the Americans, and some blacks in the back take the opportunity to make trouble and start looting everywhere.

A few people didn't look at Yu Yuanjun and the others, but after seeing a group of people holding weapons behind them, they gave up their thoughts, walked for about twenty minutes, and when they were about to walk out of Mogadishu, there were gunshots behind them, and the tsar immediately took Yu Yang into a building, and Alexander, who was beside him, took a telescope and observed the distance: "BOSS, there is an American convoy being chased by blacks!" ”

"What convoy?"

"Two armored vehicles in the head, and two trucks, it doesn't seem like there are many troops, they should be transporting the wounded!"

"Well, the one who transported the wounded? Do we still have RPGs? ”

"Yes, and three rocket launchers!"

"Help this group of blacks, blow up these Americans' trucks, and since you're here, stay here completely!" After Yu Yuanjun finished speaking, he sat down slowly, but he didn't expect that he had unintentionally helped one of his compatriots complete the task.

ps: Yu Yang is the protagonist of the last book, the first task is the Black Hawk Fall, you can take a look at it if you haven't read it, I think it's well written, boutique.