Mogadishu, the building that the U.S. military is struggling to prop up.

The number of blacks gathered has reached as much as 50,000, and the composition of these blacks is very complex, there are militants under Farah, there are pirates, and some are civilians, but as the US military shelled the civilian areas of Mogadishu city, many civilians have been killed and wounded, which has made more and more people join the war, more and more people, and the situation is becoming more and more complicated.

The Americans occupied the fortified buildings, but the blacks were also wise, they set up barricades around them, and when there was no smoke, they set fire to the surrounding buildings, and homemade Molotov cocktails were thrown at the buildings occupied by the American troops, causing fires, trying to force the Americans out.

In addition, Farah's elusive RPG shooters hid in some corners where no one could see, and used RPGs to constantly bombard US defense buildings, blowing out big holes.

There are also various bunkers that continue to get close to the US troops, and there are many times when the blacks have rushed into the buildings, but the traps designed by the Americans in the first floor of the building, as well as the machine gun positions, let the blacks rush in as many as they die, and the scene was very deadlocked.

Farah looked at the situation and was expressionless, the US military is too powerful, so many people have not eaten this group of US troops, which makes Farah already anxious in his heart, if it is delayed until dark, or after the arrival of American reinforcements, he can basically only watch the Americans retreat.

"Why hasn't the war mercenary group moved yet!" Farah asked in a low voice, and his men immediately dialed the satellite phone, but it was already turned off.

"Head, they may have moved, and now the satellite phone can't get through."

"Well, hopefully there's good news!"

In the building, the remaining reinforcements hid in the smoke, and the three American troops on the opposite side also entered the smoke, the three people crossed cover, holding weapons, and slowly moved forward little by little, while the remaining reinforcements had already put down their rifles, holding daggers and pistols in their hands, it took a second to take a step forward, one dozen three, and the remaining reinforcements had fought, but they were all miscellaneous soldiers, but now they were facing the Americans, so they had to be careful.

"Huh?" Yu Yuanjun's ears moved slightly, his eyebrows raised, there was someone on his right, there was not much movement, but he could hear the slightest strange sound, and he couldn't help but stop and look to his right.

In the smoke, the American soldiers were back to back, cross-covering, compared to the weak strength of the remaining reinforcements, their range of action was a little larger, after all, three people, the advantage of numbers, was enough for them to act recklessly.

The three of them did not wear gas masks, and the visual distance in the smoke was very short, and basically there was a vast fog in front of them, and if they were not relying on their comrades-in-arms behind them, they would not be able to distinguish their comrades-in-arms at all.

Yu Yuanjun saw a human hand in the smoke, although there was a gas mask, but he couldn't see it clearly, but the distance was very close, and he could still see a hand, which suddenly appeared in front of him.

With a squint of eyes, he immediately flew forward, and after landing, he rolled twice on the ground, rolling directly out of the range of smoke, and at this time, he took out a grenade with his backhand, pulled out the safety, and threw it directly into the smoke.

The U.S. troops in the smoke also heard the movement, and almost at the moment when the remaining reinforcements flew forward, they pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the previous position of the remaining reinforcements, but it did not hit, and the remaining reinforcements quickly pulled away and kept rolling on the ground.

Two or three seconds later, there was an explosion and screams, and the American troops in the smoke must have been injured, or even killed by the unlucky ones.

However, the remaining reinforcements were not comfortable, after the grenade exploded, the distance was not widened, and it was affected by the point, and the back seemed to be hit by shrapnel, but fortunately it was not blown up at close range, and the position of the shrapnel inserted into the back was not too deep.

"Damn Americans!" The remaining reinforcements got up from the ground, looked at the smoke that was gradually dissipating, picked up the rifle again, stared at the smoke area, and after disappearing little by little, they saw two wounded American soldiers, leaning against the wall, still holding the rifle in their hands.

"Bang bang bang!" Four shots in a row, killing two wounded soldiers, but not finding a third American, I couldn't help frowning, could it be that another American soldier escaped?

However, when the smoke cleared, Yu Yuanjun saw the body that was directly killed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he was killed by the explosion, and he thought something had happened, but the pain in his back made Yu Yuanjun feel a little uncomfortable and a little inconvenient to move.

“boss！” There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Yu Yuanjun immediately turned around and put his hand on the trigger, but the other side spoke first, it was the voice of the Tsar, and Yu Yuanjun lowered the muzzle of the gun a little: "You don't want to die?" ”

"Boss, are you hurt?" The tsar rushed over with a few people and saw the bloodstains behind the remaining reinforcements.

Yu Yuanjun smiled: "In the war, how can there be anyone who is not injured, and was touched by shrapnel!" After finishing speaking, the person who looked at the Tsar's face: "Why are you here?" ”

"Clean up, come and see what's going on on your side!"

"Rosie, how are they doing over there?"

"It's been dealt with, but at the expense of two people!"

"Well, okay, treat my wound first, damn shrapnel is there, I don't even dare to lean against the wall!" After saying that, the remaining reinforcements found a cover, and the tsar didn't say much, and took out the first aid kit directly from his backpack.

"Boss, do you use morphine?"

"No, just come and go!" After Yu Yuanjun finished speaking, he used a dagger to cut a piece of cloth from his clothes, folded it into pieces, and stuffed it into his mouth to prevent it from hurting too much and biting his tongue.

"Okay, boss, I'll cut your clothes first!"

After saying that, the tsar gently cut an irregular quadrilateral shape of the clothes of the remaining reinforcements with a knife, then carefully tore them off until he got out some disinfectant alcohol, and then used pliers to clamp the exposed part of the shrapnel, and then forced.

It hurts, it hurts, although the shrapnel didn't penetrate very deeply, but after all, it flew into his body, and the Tsar, this guy, doesn't know gentleness at all, and directly uses brute force, doesn't this thing know that pulling shrapnel requires diagonal force?

"Boss, bear with me, the shrapnel has been pulled out! I'll stop the bleeding for you! After saying that, the tsar bandaged a hemostatic bandage around the wound of the remaining reinforcements, and after two circles, the goods actually tied a bow.

"Damn, you actually tie a bow, do you have a girl's heart!" The remaining reinforcements were eager to kill the goods, but they still held back, and after the shrapnel was pulled out, although it hurt now, there was no need to worry about the wound being inflamed if it was not treated for too long.