Hundreds of brainwashed Somali civilians, hugging dozens of fierce Aideed militiamen, huddled into a black pressure and howled, rushed to the house where the four Shuhart were located.

Hundreds of people went to arrest four people, and the next fate seemed to be doomed.

At this time of crisis!

"Whoosh ......"

The fist-sized black balls fell from the sky one after another, and in less than three seconds, a dozen or so smashed into the Somali crowd that was rushing forward.

And this is not over yet, the follow-up "black balls" are still flying over!

The Somalis who rushed forward in a crowd were full of thoughts about capturing prisoners and receiving rewards, thinking that this was a crooked stone thrown by their "accomplices", and no one cared about these painless gadgets that flew over and smashed on their bodies.

However, only a second passed, and they regretted it!

"Bang Bang ......"

Dense and violent explosions suddenly rang out, accompanied by countless fragments and shock waves, and began to wreak havoc on the narrow street.

The trapeze artists appeared, and dozens of them appeared.

The screams of extreme pain, the scattered pieces of blood and flesh, the thick smoke and dust of the explosion, and the trembling earth......

The whole scene is like being baptized by artillery, and it is miserable!

"Whoosh Whoosh ......"

The frag grenades have not stopped, and they are still joining this "waltz of death", as if they want to raze it all to the ground.

"Bomb, run, run."

"Ah~, my legs, help me, help me."

"Bastard, there's an enemy coming, find him out and kill him, damn it!"

The screams of panic, the cries for help in pain, and the chaotic commands, the voices suddenly rose, and the scene was chaotic to the extreme for a while.

More than ten seconds passed!

The explosions stopped, and the remaining Somalis were dispersed and ran into distant houses.

Shuhart, who was blinded by the sudden explosion, and Gordon, who was all ready to fight for their lives, slapped off the dust that had fallen on their heads, and poked their heads out of the bunker to look at the explosion site.

At this time, the originally boiling streets were terrifyingly quiet!

The hundreds of Somalis who had been screaming and rushing up were all gone.

All that remained were corpses all over the ground, dozens of large craters that had been blown out, pieces of flesh and blood flying everywhere, and the pungent smell of blood that filled the air.

It's a hell on earth where demons run wild!

"What just happened? What's going on here? Durant looked at the terrifying scene in front of him with palpitations, completely unaware of what had happened.

The Humvee convoy had already returned to the base, and several ranger units could not rush over in a short period of time, and so many grenades would suddenly appear in this place occupied by the Somalis.

You must know that with a normal hand speed, it is impossible to throw so many grenades in a short time, and if a large army comes, there is not even a shadow around.

It's so weird!

At this moment, a very athletic person with a large backpack and two bags in his hand appeared.

It was on the roof of the street opposite Huhat.

I saw him jump from the roof of the third floor to the balcony of the second floor in one jump, and then he flipped on his side and easily fell to the ground, and at an incredible speed, he rushed into the bunker where Shuhart and the others were in a few arrows.

The arm, right leg, and chest are all wrapped in blood-stained bandages, and there is an M14 rifle hanging on his chest, and he is about 1.84 meters tall.

This person is officially punished!

In order to be able to rescue these people, the body has only recovered half of the torture wind, and it took a lot of thought during this time.

Crossing the entire Hawadi Street alone, planning the retreat route, clearing all the Somali militia on the route, sneaking up and assassinating and looting supplies, until finally finding a hidden location, using the power of the flood to throw rain grenades with "ghost animal hand speed".

"Puff~"

Xingfeng, who rushed over, came to the four of them, threw the three backpacks he had brought on the ground, and removed the face towels that blocked his face, not caring about the three people's ghost-like expressions.

Urged: "I'm Sergeant Nicholas of the First Squad of the Rangers, there are weapons and ammunition I prepared here, now that the Somalis have fallen into chaos, it's a good opportunity to retreat, you guys hurry up and take it with me, and when they react, it's going to be troublesome." ”

Although Xingfeng was wearing dirty civilian clothes and a turban tied to his head, Shuhart was still very sure that he was a ranger.

After all, the image of Xingfeng, a mixture of Chinese and American blood, is very different from the black autumn Somalia here.

Moreover, they were able to come to their rescue at such a dangerous juncture, and there were only American soldiers in the entire Mogadishu except for the Somalis.

What made Shuhart wonder was when the Rangers had such a powerful master, and they were no more than their top special forces in the United States.

However, now that Shuhart is facing a critical situation, he can only keep his doubts in his heart for the time being, and open his backpack like everyone else to refill the weapons and ammunition he needs.

In addition to 5 AKMs, the rest of the backpack is grenades and ammunition!

Although these weapons and ammunition are second-hand goods obtained from the "licking bag" of the torture wind, the rifling of the guns is almost grinded, and there is also a large "dumb fire" of bullets and grenades.

But for the four of them, including Shuhart, who had run out of ammunition and could only fight hand-to-hand, these were definitely the best and most practical weapons and ammunition in the world.

When the four of them each picked up the ammunition and weapons they needed, the nearby Somalis also reacted.

As the streets were filled with Somalis who had been killed or wounded and were wailing in pain and in desperate need of help, the remaining Somalis did not rush to the attack, believing that there was no way to escape the attack of the four Shuhats.

Instead, the first thing to do was to rescue the dozens of Somalis who were injured by the bombing!

The Somalis in Mogadishu, though heavily brainwashed, are not emotionless machines, and most of the injured people are their relatives, friends, and even family members.

Seeing that they are injured, how can there be no reason not to save them!

"Now is our only chance to retreat, come with me, this way." Seeing that the planned effect had been achieved, Xingfeng immediately used the obstacle with his gun to avoid the Somali man's field of vision, and rushed to the house where he had come down.

The only thing Shuhart and the four of them can rely on now is the torture wind, but there is no nonsense to question, and they hurriedly followed.

Crossing the street and entering the house, the bodies of three Somalis with pierced hearts were piled up in the corner, the blood had not yet coagulated, and the time of death was not very long.

This is when Xing Feng went upstairs just now, he sneaked in and killed him!