Immediately after that, there were several cannon shots in the town, and it was the rebels who also had mortars, and began to use artillery to suppress the mortars in the hands of Shi Shaoying.

Under the cross-suppression of platoon artillery bombardment and heavy machine gun strafing, eight pickup trucks rushed out of the town again, this time they did not divide into three routes, but while strafing, they launched the shortest straight line charge between the two points at the position where Shi Shaoying had just fired the artillery.

In less than two minutes, eight pickup armed trucks rushed to the position where Shi Shaoying opened fire, and at this time, the land had already been combed through dozens of shells and thousands of bullets. The captain took off the automatic rifle hanging from his shoulder, jumped out of the car, and through the headlights of the car, he quickly surveyed everything in front of him.

An M224 mortar that had been swept over by a wave of air lay alone on the ground, and next to it was an empty green shell box that had been shattered by the blow-up gravel, and there was nothing else in the plain of sand and gravel.

The enemy, who was as cunning as a fox, attacked them again and again, and had repeatedly succeeded, was suppressed by platoon artillery and light and heavy machine gun fire, and still managed to escape from their pursuit, and maybe not even injured!

In the face of all this, the first thought that came to the captain's heart was, it would never be possible! No matter what kind of training you have, when facing the bombardment of the platoon, you must immediately lie down, otherwise, not to mention the shrapnel flying everywhere, even if it is with an absolutely high temperature shock wave, it is enough to kill, not to mention that there are more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns constantly strafing!

Chapter Twenty-Five: Encounter (Part II)

A bright spot on the ground caught the captain's attention, and he strode over and, after making sure there was no danger around, bent down to pick up a half-extinguished cigar cigarette. Perhaps this little thing was too light, and it was directly sent more than twenty meters away by the shock wave of the cannonballs fired from the town, so that it escaped the fate of being covered with sand.

The captain pinched the half-cigar suspiciously, he knew that this Cuban-made cigar could sell for fifteen dollars on the Mogadishu black market. What really surprised the captain was that the tobacco leaves in this cigar seemed to have been squeezed out a bit, and then filled with something that was easier to burn continuously.

If you don't smoke a fine cigar, even if you light it and put it aside for a period of time, it will gradually go out, and you can extract part of the smoke flavor in it and add other fillers to ensure that the cigar can continue to burn without smoking, but can such a cigar still be smoked?!

"Captain, look at this ......"

One of his subordinates came up and handed the captain a tree, which at first glance did not look like anything out of the ordinary, and tied a hemp rope, which was a little scorched at the end of the rope, and it was evident that something had burned it.

A broken tree, a burned hemp rope, a Cuban cigar that had been burned in order to continue to burn inside, the captain's eyes quickly swept from the battlefield in front of him again, and when his attention finally focused on a small tree that was blown off by a cannonball, an unprecedented coolness suddenly surged over the captain's body.

Understood, he finally understood why the mysterious enemy was able to escape without a trace under the suppression of platoon artillery and light and heavy machine guns after firing at the town, it turned out that when the artillery was fired, the mysterious enemy had already moved to other positions.

Find a small tree, hang the cannonball from the tree with hemp rope, and adjust the height so that the tail of the cannonball has entered the barrel. Then light the Cuban cigar and tie it to the middle of the twine, and when the Cuban cigar burns to the position where it is tied by the twine, the Cuban cigar with enough heat can easily burn the twine, and the cannonball whose tail has been stuffed into the barrel naturally slides off, and the primer is hit, and naturally shoots towards the town......

Everything is so simple, so simple that even a ten-year-old child can imagine and do it. But is it true that the mysterious enemy, luring them here with the M224 mortar, the most powerful weapon in his hands, as bait, is it really just to make them go back and forth in vain to achieve the effect of exhaustion?

With this doubt in mind, the captain returned to the car, and he glanced at the other cars again, and there seemed to be a slight commotion in one of them...... For some reason, they had one less occupant in the car.

Just when the driver hung up the first gear and was about to turn the front of the car, it can be said that he was alert, which made the captain's whole body shake fiercely, he stretched out his big hand and slapped it the cockpit, and roared loudly: "Don't move!" ”

Hearing the sound of the captain slamming the car, the driver, whose right foot was almost about to leave the clutch, subconsciously stepped down again, and the captain had not had time to exhale a sullen breath in the center of the lobe, and suddenly there were several loud roars in his ears.

When the smoke cleared, everything finally returned to calm, poked his head out of the carriage, and only looked at it, sadness, anger, fear...... All kinds of intense emotions rushed into the captain's heart at the same time.

In addition to the car in which the driver stepped on the clutch again at the first time after hearing his order, and the car that did not even start the engine because of the lack of a single occupants, the other six cars, including the two "armored cars" with steel plates welded around the cockpit, were all blown up and devastated. Even if a layer of steel plates is welded, they are still civilian cars after all, not military armored vehicles, and their tires and axles simply cannot withstand the destructive force formed by the explosion of a grenade!

Since the chassis of the car suffered most of the impact, the casualties of the occupants of the car were not serious, but this mobile force composed of eight armed vehicles had been basically disabled. There were only two cars left, and no matter how angry they were, they would not dare to rush and attack as desperately as they had just now, let alone use the heavy machine guns on board to form sufficient fire suppression on the target.

"Master, absolute master!"

This was the captain's pertinent assessment of the enemy he had never met, and he had only felt the frustration of not being on the same level and unable to confront him only in Meng Tan, the chief military instructor from al-Qaeda, nicknamed the "Flying Eagle of Afghanistan".

The enemy hiding in the darkness, the deadly killer weapon prepared for them, is himself!

He didn't go far at all, but hid in a prepared bunker, and then disguised himself technically, successfully avoiding everyone's eyes and ears, and then copied up from the back of the convoy. While everyone, including the captain of the convoy, carefully searched for possible traps around him, he used ropes or knives to successfully kill a soldier who was too far away from the rest of the team, and after disposing of the corpse, he changed into a soldier's uniform, put on the favorite hood of the armed rebels, and blended into the crowd in a big way. While pretending to search, a grenade with the safety bolt removed was placed under the rear tire of each car.

Military technology aside, the guy who can do this, dare to do this, and really succeed is either a super pervert or a completely deadly madman!

"He should have just left here, and if we chase him with the two remaining cars, we can catch up with him if we get in the right direction......"

Thinking of this, the captain shook his head fiercely, leaving this tempting thought behind him. He really didn't want to, and didn't dare to imagine, what kind of aftermath would be left behind by a character who was so ruthless and sure to see blood as soon as he made a move, and what kind of fatal blow he would suffer once he commanded two cars to catch up.

Jumped out of the car, squatted down and stretched his hands to check, sure enough, the captain found a grenade under the rear tire of the car that had been pulled out of the safety bolt, the captain raised his hand to throw the grenade out, but he rounded his arm and then pinched the grenade and took it back. Squatting on the ground, he fumbled in the sand for a while, and after a while, the captain really felt the safety bolt of the grenade in the sand, and carefully inserted it back into the grenade.

Even with al-Qaeda's financial and armed support, the armed rebels are far from being able to waste their weapons at will. Poverty is the worst enemy of the Somali nation at all times.

In front of everyone, he hung the grenade that almost exploded under his feet on his combat vest, carried an automatic rifle, and glanced at the subordinates who were slowly gathering in front of him, and the captain said indifferently: "It seems that we need to walk back with our own feet, what are we still doing in a daze, bring all the weapons and supplies on the car, let's go." ”

After saying these words, the captain took the lead in the front of the group, dozens of soldiers with more or less scars on their bodies followed closely behind him, and finally two pickup trucks that were lucky enough to be able to drive were in charge of the back, and the whole team slowly approached their base camp.

Perhaps along this stretch of road, Shi Shaoying had been cruising not far from them, wanting to destroy the last two pickup cars. But in the face of a group of armed rebels who were tightly united, with dozens of automatic rifles and three RPGs, and two vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns, ready to use the last two pickup trucks to pursue him, he couldn't find a chance at all, so he remained silent until the other party withdrew to the town with people and cars.

But no matter what, Shi Shaoying has successfully pinched out the force that threatens him the most in the other party's hands! So that he can finally unscrupulously apply the tactics of firing a shot to another place and forcing the enemy to run to the limit.

Every half an hour or an hour, Shi Shaoying would fire a few shots at the town, and no matter whether he hit the target or not, he would immediately flee away, and the harassment tactics of shooting a shot to change places were used to the fullest.

During this period, the last judge in the town could not stand Shi Shaoying's provocation, and at his request, the armed rebels in the town almost poured out of the nest and surrounded and suppressed Shi Shaoying. But they soon discovered that on a night with low visibility, they would not gain anything by chasing down a special operations master who was good at arranging tricks and mines and had been prepared for a long time, except for risking their lives and wasting physical strength.

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