"Tank pursuit!"

After Yu Reinforcement finished speaking, he jumped into the position above a tank and chose to sit on top of the tank instead of entering the cockpit.

The rest of the old Maozi found a tank and jumped on it, ready to continue the pursuit.

The roar of the tank engines sounded, and five tanks, from their hidden positions, drove towards the canyon position.

The canyon was full of severed limbs, and the corpses were also crushed into flesh after the tank tracks were pressed up, and the land must have been very fertile for the coming year, and the five tanks pressed a bloody track on the road.

Lao Maozi on the No. 2 Heights was not going to chase in an armored car, but after seeing the bloody scene below, everyone immediately turned around and jumped into the armored car.

After the tank drove out, some of the black people who were being pursued were so frightened that they fell directly to the ground, and more black people now wish that their parents would give themselves a few more legs and be able to run faster!

The bayonet is now speechless with fright, when the crossfire slaughtered hundreds of blacks before, the bayonet didn't have any feeling, the group of cannon fodder died and died, and so on to drive the armored car and the 59 tank out, you can push it flat, in Somalia, the lion can live for so long, it is impossible to rely on a few people and guns, there are still some heavy weapons.

But when the five T72 tanks drove out, the bayonet was so frightened that his mouth was wide open, his hands trembled, and his Adam's apple was moving up and down rapidly, apparently now very suspicious of who he was, where he came from, and what he was doing!

"Withdraw! Remove! The frightened screams of his men made the bayonet react, and he gave the order to retreat with a trembling voice, and patted the roof of the car vigorously, signaling his driver to hurry up.

The black driver twisted the key hard, the engine sounded, but it did not ignite, the sweat on his head was the same as his current mood, very anxious, after hitting it hard, he found that it still could not ignite.

"Is your mother dead? Hurry up! The bayonet stuck its head into the cab and shouted loudly in the driver's ear.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll be right away!" The driver trembled and continued to fire, but more and more black people rushed over, and the driver also saw the tank not far away, and his body trembled even more, and finally he screamed like crazy, and then opened the driver's door, jumped out, and began to flee for his life.

"Bang!"

The bayonet fired a shot at the driver's back, and the group of blacks could recognize their driver at a glance, and the bayonet's eyesight was still first-class, so he jumped out of the pickup truck, walked into the cab, and twisted the car keys hard, and the car finally caught fire.

"The target is locked, the distance is one hundred and thirty meters, and the incendiary bomb is ready!"

In the distance, the driver saw the pickup truck in the crowd, immediately locked onto the target, the loader loaded the shell, and the gunner immediately pressed the launch button.

"Boom!"

A shell flew out of the thick barrel and flew directly towards the pickup truck, on the battlefield, the target is always the most conspicuous target, among a group of blacks fleeing on foot, a pickup truck is too conspicuous, it is a bright light in the night.

The bayonet honked frantically on the car, but there were too many blacks around, blocking the way, and finally a flash of madness flashed in his eyes, and the accelerator began to step down, ready to crush a bloody way out of the crowd.

"Boom!"

Before he could step on the accelerator, the bayonet saw something like a meteor flying towards him and smashed it on his car, and then there was a huge explosion and pain, and the whole person was burned to charcoal.

The incendiary bomb hit the pickup truck and spread rapidly, raging around, and the black man not far from the pickup truck escaped the fate of being crushed, but did not escape the life of being burned, and after the incendiary bomb touched, it immediately began to burn all over the body, and finally turned into a scorched corpse in the wail.

The parallel machine guns on the tank are also firing non-stop, I have to say that Lao Maozi is a natural warrior, and there is no discomfort with killing, the remaining reinforcements sit on the tank and shoot at possible threats from time to time, while more Lao Maozi is excited to constantly pull the trigger and fire at the target, accompanied by the rampant laughter of these old Maozi.

The number of tank guns fired was small, the machine-gun slaughter was harvested, and the number of blacks fleeing for their lives was sharply reduced, and in the end, less than 100 blacks managed to escape back to Mogadishu, and the rest died on the road.

Looking at the city of Mogadishu not far away, as well as the barracks of several peacekeepers on the side, the remaining reinforcements smiled and gave the order to retreat, and no longer continued the pursuit.

Now is not the time to pursue, you have to make a name for yourself, this battle will at least let the people of Mogadishu know that there is such a person in Mogadishu, and this person is very strong, some small fish and shrimp are stable!

In the camp of the United Nations troops, the US commander looked at the remaining reinforcements and others who had left after killing people, put down his binoculars, and looked at the staff officer beside him: "When did the Somali warlord have T72 tanks and hire mercenaries?" ”

The staff officer shook his head: "I don't know, it seems that the direction seems to be a mining company that has been established for a short time, it may be that this group of blacks is not long-sighted, and they went to provoke others, and as a result, others hired mercenaries!" ”

"You think it's just a mercenary? What mercenaries in the world have tanks and armored vehicles? This is simply an elite armored company of a country! ”

"Who knows, it's these black people who are unlucky anyway, not us!"

"That's right, send someone to contact them! Here we are the peacekeepers in charge, I don't want any massacres, it's not good to get out! ”

“OK！”

The situation has also happened in several military camps elsewhere, but they are concerned about the identities of the remaining reinforcements and others, as for the dead blacks, no one cares, and the peacekeeping forces are often attacked by some blacks, and these officers do not have any good feelings for these blacks.

When they returned to the canyon area, the remnants of the reinforcements looked at the hellish place, their brows furrowed, there were a lot of dead people, and if the corpses were left here, there might be a little problem, and it would not be fun if there was to form a plague.

"Drew, I'll find someone to burn this place later, there are a lot of corpses, and it's a little disgusting to look at!"

"Roger! I'll ask the Tsar to come with the oil, but maybe even the trees on the high ground on both sides will be burned! ”

"It's all burned!"