The reason why the remaining reinforcements pulled out the shrapnel in such a hurry was completely because they were worried that the wound would become inflamed, although anti-inflammatory drugs could be obtained in this medical condition in Africa, but the anti-inflammatory drugs sold on the land of Africa were basically not expired products, or some defective products, and if they were unlucky, they could still buy poison.

Now that science and technology are so advanced, many people in Africa still die every year due to wound inflammation, so the remaining reinforcements don't want to become one of the unlucky ghosts.

"How's the second floor going?" After the wound was bandaged, the remaining reinforcements were supported by the tsar and stood up, as if he would be injured every time he went to the battlefield, but fortunately his physical fitness was more perverted, otherwise he would have died several times.

"We've already taken some of it, do we need to move forward?"

"No need, after opening the first and second floors, inform Farah's people that we have opened a gap, and it will be up to them to see below!" The remnants of the reinforcements were now inactive, and after leaving two people to take care of them, the tsar began to clean up the Americans according to the plan of the remnant reinforcements.

The U.S. troops in the building were a little overstretched in defense, their firepower was much weaker, and the blacks fought poorly, but after having long-range fire support, they still brought certain casualties to the Americans, and now the Americans can fight less than a hundred soldiers, and they are holding on to the last position.

The remaining reinforcements were also very fast, and after a few minutes, they cleared an area and now guarded the passage on the third and second floors to prevent any Americans from coming down, and at the same time, the remaining reinforcements also turned on the satellite phone and got in touch with Farah.

"Commander Yu, has your war mercenary group moved?"

"Well, in the middle of Seventh Street, we opened a gap, and the first and second floors were emptied by us, and the rest is up to you!"

When Farah heard the return of the Yu reinforcements, he immediately laughed: "Thank you, Commander Yu, this time I will definitely give you a price that is sincere enough!" ”

"I've lost two men and I've been injured myself, and I'm sure Mr. Farah will give you a good price!"

"Of course, we're friends!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, a trace of chagrin flashed on Farah's face, he had to pay a lot of money, but there was no way to take the remaining reinforcements, and he would have to pay hundreds of thousands of pensions for his two dead men? How many of your own men died? If not a thousand, there are eight hundred.

"These people are vampires!" After Farah finished speaking, he said to his subordinates beside him: "Tell the people below that the middle section of No. 7 Avenue has been breached, and everyone rushes in and kills all the Americans!" ”

"Yes, head!"

After three rounds of shelling, after killing some of the American troops, the American tanks finally sorted, and the M1A1 tanks, from the camp, drove out of the camp and drove directly at the enemy's tanks.

The performance of the black man's tank is not very bad, and they can all penetrate the armor, but the tank has different effects in the hands of different people, and the American soldiers are also considered to have been trained for a long time, while the black man has just learned, aimed, and fired.

At the same time, two Black Hawk helicopters also flew from a distance, this is a gunship, loaded with rockets, at a distance of about two hundred meters, it has already fired, but the black tank is lucky, the rocket did not hit, but it startled the black man.

"Get moving, get moving, knock out the American tanks, and helicopters!"

"Roger!"

The black man in the back, carrying the RPG, began to attack tanks and helicopters, this thing hits tanks and helicopters, you need to have a preview, you can hit a fixed target, but the effect of hitting a moving target is not very good.

At this time, the peacekeeping troops of the rest of the countries in the surrounding camps were also dispatched, and the British dispatched a company, an Italian battalion, and a Pakistani regiment, and began to move in the direction of the battlefield.

They can ignore the actions of the Americans in Mogadishu, but the blacks have already hit the door, so they can't ignore it, after all, this is about the face of the peacekeeping forces, and everyone will be embarrassed together.

The black commander did not expect that the situation would turn out to be like this, and wanted to retreat, but it was simply too late, first of all, part of the soldiers who got off the truck, there was no time to get into the car, and as for the tanks and armored vehicles, could they run over the helicopters in the sky?

"Attack, attack, kill all these people!"

The black commander shouted loudly, and the tank turned around and drove over the American tanks, five tanks against eight American tanks.

"Boom!"

The US tanks were the first to fire, did not hit, and flew by a black tank, and the blacks were not to be outdone, they would only fire artillery and start tanks, and there was not as many complex command systems as the US troops, to put it bluntly, it was a word.

"Fire!"

At the sound of an order, the Black No. 3 tank, a shell hit the side armor of an M1A1, although the reactive armor was hung, but it still made the tank ineffective.

And in a sand dune far away from the battlefield, several reporters excitedly looked at the pictures of the tank battle, the long-barreled camera in their hands, and kept taking pictures, during this time they took a lot of photos, what Somali militants attacked the US military camp, the US army was defeated, etc., all kinds of news materials.

"Shoot carefully, the Americans' tanks were blown up by the blacks, hahaha, I feel that when this news is reported, the Americans will have a headache!"

"Hahaha, I think so!"

On the scene, at the same time as the tanks were dueling, the armored vehicles of the US army also drove out of the camp, one after another, rushing towards the positions of the blacks, and now these American GIs were completely enraged, when were they bullied like this? Being pressed and beaten in the camp by blacks, American GIs don't want to lose face?

At the same time, in the US camp, the soldiers also began to counterattack, and the Americans were still a big step ahead of the blacks in terms of equipment, dozens of snipers, hiding in the corners, sniping at the blacks outside the camp, and after a round of shooting, at least more than 20 blacks died without knowing it.

The blacks, on the other hand, were holding machine guns, and the bullets were shooting at the American camp as if they didn't want money, and the machine gunners had just been shot in the head, and someone next to them picked up the machine guns and continued to shoot.

The blacks don't want to die, they are desperate with the Americans, the Americans are equipped, and the number of people is superior, but the blacks don't want to attack the way they want to die, but the Americans are a little constrained, but on the scene, the blacks suddenly magically occupy some advantages, it seems that the blacks with backward equipment and inferior numbers are pressing the Americans and beating them fat.