"What sound?"

The noise from dozens of tanks starting together was so loud that the engine could be heard from a long distance, and as the tanks got closer, there was a vibration on the ground.

In the black camp where they had just laid down to rest, the group of people closest to the periphery heard the sound of the engine, got up from the ground, looked around in confusion, and did not know what was happening, they heard a rumbling sound, constantly approaching their position, and the sound became louder and closer, and finally the whole earth was slowly trembling.

“……”

As the tanks drove out of the canyon, when they lined up in a row from the long snake formation, it was not far from the black camp, and the sound of the engine could be heard clearly by everyone, except for the blacks who had never seen the tank, the rest of the black people like the Sakura Mercenary Regiment and some blacks who had seen the world knew that it was the tank coming.

"Tank, which direction!"

Because the sound of the tank made the black camp chaotic, the sound of human voices, shouts, and engines was mixed, so Saburo Sakai couldn't tell where the tank was coming from, so he could only grab one of his men and ask.

"It's coming from the direction of the enemy, it should be the tanks of the war mercenary group, and it sounds like there are quite a few, at least more than twenty of them!"

"Twenty, grass!" After Saburo Sakai finished speaking, he rushed to the lion's tent with his weapon, and a group of black people had gathered outside the lion's tent, waiting for the lion's latest order in a panic.

The lion was a little embarrassed to put on his clothes, and kept ordering: "The enemy's tanks are coming, what about our tanks, doesn't Mr. Farah have tanks to support him?" Wipe out all the enemy tanks, take them out! ”

After speaking, the male lion also put on his pants, and walked towards his jeep without saying a word, it was too dangerous here, so he ran away first, and before getting into the jeep, he looked at Marati: "Marati, you are responsible for the affairs here, I will go first!" ”

After saying that, he opened the car door and jumped in directly, and the driver immediately started the jeep and drove towards the city of Mogadishu, leaving Marati with a bewildered face, looking at Saburo Sakai a little bewildered.

"Sakai-kun, we, what should we do?"

Saburo Sakai looked at the direction in which the lion left, his face was a little ugly, he needed to stand up at this time, but the leader ran away, I really don't know how this guy survived until now.

"Those people want to sneak up on us while it's dark, so we'll do it, don't we have tanks? Send tanks to stop their tanks, while our men, detour behind the tanks, take advantage of the emptiness of their defenses, and directly attack their camp! ”

This is the best way Saburo Sakai can come up with, since others want to sneak attack him, then the defense of the canyon position will definitely be very lax, and he will have the opportunity to directly bypass the tank to sneak attack the guards of the canyon, so that he can occupy the natural danger and take the base in one fell swoop.

Marati roughly understood what he was saying, and nodded, "No problem, I'll go gather people now!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a shell fell in the camp, and the first tank was less than two kilometers away from the camp's current straight-line distance, and entered the range of the tank.

A cannonball was like a flare, and then more shells flew into various areas of the camp, with a huge explosion and firelight, making the already chaotic camp even more chaotic.

"Tanks, tanks! Tanks are coming! ”

In the midst of the chaos, the figure of the tank and the huge war beast appeared in the eyes of the black people, although it was not very clear, and a little figure could be seen through the sparse moonlight, but it was enough to make the group of black people feel fear.

The tanks with gunners continued to reload their ammunition, looking for valuable targets for a shot, while more of the tank's side-by-side machine guns began to turn and shoot at the blacks in front of them.

"Help, help, I don't want to die!"

"The devil, the devil is coming!"

"Ah......h

"Da Da Da ......"

All sorts of voices mixed with all kinds of wails rang out in the camp, panic could spread, and when the blacks who first saw the tank turned around and began to flee for their lives, this fear began to spread rapidly throughout the camp, and more and more blacks began to run towards the back.

"Don't panic, resist on the spot, tanks are not invincible, use your weapons, take out these tanks!"

A small leader didn't know where to find a loudspeaker, shouting loudly, trying to calm the crowd down, but his effect didn't seem to be very big, and the effect was not too good, and soon he himself was knocked to the ground by the black man who fled for his life, and finally did not escape the fate of being trampled to death.

On the other side, Farah's tank crews in the rear began to enter the tanks, preparing to have a face-to-face battle with the enemy, in Somalia, this group of tank crews can be said to be invincible, no one is their opponent, so they are very confident that they can kill the enemy.

"A suspected tank was spotted at eleven o'clock, and it was starting!"

The main goal of the old Maozi observers under the remaining reinforcements is to find any target that threatens the tank, and as the tank rushes into the camp, the wildfire caused by the explosion and the campfire lit in the camp can allow them to clearly find the target and reduce the risk of being attacked.

"Roger, No. 3 ready to fire!"

"Kill that guy with one shot!"

The gunner of Tank No. 3 quickly adjusted the direction of the tank, determined the position of the opponent, and then gently pressed the firing button, and an armor-piercing bullet flew towards the tank that was turning the muzzle.

"Boom!"

Without any hindrance, the shells were like piercing an oil drum, blowing up the two tanks that had not had time to do anything, and became another illuminator in the night.

"Seven, you have two soldiers carrying RPGs at nine o'clock!"

"Roger!"

The machine gunner on the No. 7 tank quickly turned the muzzle of the gun and fired in the direction of nine o'clock, without any aiming at all, believing in the report of his comrades, and after a shuttle of bullets passed, he saw an RPG flying into the sky.

Some of the blacks are still resisting, these blacks are either Farah's subordinates, or the elite soldiers of the lions, they have at least some training and know how to use the weapons in their hands to fight back, but more blacks choose to flee for their lives, exposing their backs to the rest of the reinforcements and others.