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It's so easy to cut off the power supply in a small town, as long as Shi Shaoying sees a telephone pole, he will immediately raise his gun, and it only takes a few bullets to break the transformer on the telephone pole into a pile of waste pieces, and in the blue electric spark jumping, the lights in the town are extinguished one after another. In the blink of an eye, all that was left was the electric lights lit by the generator, the reed fires around the town, and the small number of flashlights, still glowing.

"Support, support, I ask for immediate support, they are in, you listen, you listen to the gunshots and explosions, they have already come in!"

The only remaining judge in the town was really going crazy at this time, and he shouted into the microphone of his mobile phone: "There are at least five hundred of them, no, a thousand!" If there are no more reinforcements, you will wait tomorrow to collect everyone's bodies!! ”

It is not in line with military common sense to look at the fact that government forces have not even fully recovered Mogadishu and have skipped the capital to attack a town that seems somewhat insignificant in a strategic sense. It is even more incomprehensible to mobilize 1,000 soldiers, or seven-sevenths of the strength of the government army, to risk being outflanked overnight to raid a target that is not of great strategic significance.

The superior on the other end of the phone really wanted to reprimand the judge and make him open his eyes to see the situation in front of him clearly, but listening to the sound of gunfire and explosions coming from the microphone, everyone knew that a fierce battle was breaking out in the small town of Afgoye, and the enemy had indeed entered the town!

"Boom !!"

Suddenly there was a deafening loud roar from the microphone, followed by the superior hearing the judge's gasp and unconscious whispering: "Oh my God! ”

Under the judge's blank gaze, on the south side of the town, a flame rolled and boiled straight into the air at an altitude of forty or fifty meters, and the air flow formed by the explosion blew away the smoke around it, and instantly reflected the entire sky. With the huge explosion, the ground under their feet trembled violently, and I don't know how many people were caught off guard and fell directly to the ground with the most embarrassed posture.

Even Shi Shaoying was not spared, because he was running at high speed, he fell worse than others, and of course it hurt more.

Shi Shaoying had long noticed that about 700 meters away from the south side of the town, there was a deliberately divided military restricted area, where the civilians who originally lived there had already been expelled, and whoever wanted to enter had to pass through three blockades. After several infiltration reconnaissances, he could not find the specific location of Sikong Bowen, and Shi Shaoying always believed that a large number of hostages, including Sikong Bowen, were probably held on the south side of the town.

But with the help of thick smoke and darkness, breaking through layers of blockades, and finally rushing into the military restricted area, Shi Shaoying found that he was wrong, very wrong, and ridiculously wrong.

What appeared in front of him was a military warehouse!

The large diesel generator, which has been supplying the town with continuous power, is also placed in a small room next door to the military warehouse. When Shi Shaoying rushed up, two rebel soldiers happened to take out an oil drum from the warehouse to replenish diesel fuel for the generator, but they were directly killed by Shi Shaoying.

didn't even need to look for the key, Shi Shaoying rushed into the warehouse.

Because the Al-Shabaab rebels and the Somali government army could not afford to use heavy weapons such as tanks, their fuel consumption during the war was not high, and they did not even carry much fuel reserves in their warehouses, and a 200-liter military oil drum was only twenty or thirty barrels. But in order to cope with the long war, the rebels stored large quantities of dried meat, rice, vegetable oil, and even sacks of salted salt and sugar. On the packaging bags of some of the supplies, there are also the logos of international humanitarian organizations.

The small town of Afgoye is only 30 kilometers away from the national capital, Mogadishu, and at a time when the fighting between Al-Shabaab's armed forces and government forces is in full swing, the easily accessible town of Afgoye, which is behind the battle line, has of course become a material reserve point for them to support the front line.

Pulling out his saber and priing open a 200-liter capacity iron oil drum, he pushed the oil drum down, and watched the fuel flow out of the barrel and continue to flow down the drainage ditch on the ground, until the fuel formed a buffer line more than 30 meters long on the ground, Shi Shaoying took out the lighter, lit the fuel in the drainage ditch, and then ran away desperately.

With this big explosion, the last lights in the whole town finally disappeared completely. Glancing at the huge flame that rushed straight into the sky behind him again, just when Shi Shaoying turned his head and was about to enter the town again to look for Sikong Bowen, a voice so familiar and hoarse that Shi Shaoying's heart beat wildly in an instant came to his ears so unexpectedly: "Shi Shaoying......"

Even though he was wearing a rebel uniform, wearing a hood on his head, carrying an automatic rifle in his hand, and carrying a murderous aura that was so heavy that people didn't dare to look at him, even if it was only the light of fire, she still recognized him at the first time. Without hesitation, without suspicion, just like when they usually met, she naturally called out the name of the first division of young eagles!

Shi Shaoying Huo Ran turned his head and looked at each other, and Shi Shaoying was stunned.

It's him!

It's her!

Be...... Shi Shaoying!

Be...... Sikong Bowen!

The two of them, after being separated for eleven days in this land, finally met again!

In the jump of the firelight, her face was still horribly white, her lips had already been chapped and covered with blood, and even her eyes had lost their original brilliance, anyone who looked at it knew that most of her vitality had been lost in her body, but in the face of Shi Shaoying's gaze, she really wanted to cry, but the water in her body had lost so much that she couldn't even cry!

A few days earlier, a sudden wind had broken the wooden pole that hung her, and the rebels had chained her to a large stone plate, leaving her to fend for herself. It is because of this that Shi Shaoying was unable to find her figure when he raised his telescope and searched and observed again and again.

However, with the insistence of never giving up, they still met again!

Seeing Shi Shaoying fly over, wave the knife in his hand, and cut the ropes on her body made of raw cowhide and deeply strangled into her body, she was so painful that she kept gasping, but a happy smile rose on Sikong Bowen's face. It was this smile that made Shi Shaoying see her former beauty and pride in this woman who was about to die of thirst and starvation.

Shi Shaoying used a cowhide rope to tie himself to Sikong Bowen behind him, he inhaled lightly, and said, "Hey, let's go home together!" ”

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