After receiving Awei's order to assemble the troops, he received the order to set off before he could report the news that the troops had been assembled.

Went to the place where he felt very embarrassed, and with the three thousand government troops gathered in Haode, he drove out of Bossaso in a mighty way, and along the way he could be called high-spirited and full of style.

Along the way, he kept fantasizing about what benefits he would have to gain for himself after opening the enemy's defenses.

In his heart, he didn't have any concept of failure, and after a full ten days of joint strikes by many shilis, how much strength could that Chinese man have. More than 3,000 heavily armed soldiers are not ready to be captured when they go there. This trip is not to fight, but to get what is recovered.

The three-hour journey was spent in his fantasy, and when he arrived at the location, he took a look at the already potholed city wall and directly ordered the troops to take out all the belongings.

Based on the experience of previous conflicts, it is most reasonable and safest to place artillery positions five kilometers away from the enemy. And according to the range of rocket artillery, five kilometers will not accidentally damage those buildings inside. In this way, it will not hurt what belongs to you.

Yes, in his consciousness, the buildings inside are already owned by the government army, and his biggest purpose on this trip is to get the things inside those buildings. Whether it is arms or machinery, he needs it, if it is full of dollars or gold, it will be even better, even if it is full of Chinese yuan, it is okay, anyway, Chinese merchant ships often dock in Bossaso, as long as the money can be spent.

When the artillerymen began to prepare for the shelling, he was not without to do, and at the moment he was using his binoculars to admire the battlefield in front of him.

Destroyed cars, burning corpse pits, dense craters, black blood stains all over the ground.

The sight in front of him intoxicated him, and the madness brought about by the killing intent in his heart began to grow, and he had already become a city wall of a sea of fire, and those who dared to be rude to him were struggling under their own fire.

“haha！” The more I think about it, the more excited I become, and the frenzy for killing brings crazy daxiao. However, before he could laugh enough, several forts on the city wall in the distance made his heart tremble, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

Although he didn't know much about Shijie's mainstream advanced weapons, it didn't prevent him from knowing weapons, and in his memory, he didn't have the impression of these batteries in front of him. And the two barrels sticking out of the turret made his heart beat hard.

The caliber of about 30 millimeters, which is expected to exceed 45 times the caliber ratio, made him have a very unpleasant premonition.

Under normal circumstances, the caliber ratio determines the firing range, and the larger the caliber ratio, the longer the barrel, the longer the firing range. Five kilometers, which is not far from a lot of weapons. Like the rocket artillery he has, enough to reach a distance of seven kilometers.

And in the eyes of these forts, which have a caliber ratio of more than forty-five times, the distance of five kilometers is not far for it. Even if it is not a projectile ballistic, it is difficult to guarantee that the direct range will not reach five kilometers.

"Quickly transfer the artillery positions and retreat two kilometers." He was not a gambler, and if he lost any of these artillerymen, he would face the wrath of Avel when he returned, even if he could take the place. Because these artillerymen have always been Awei's heart. In this regard, he did not dare to be sloppy.

However, before the artillery could begin to move, the four batteries on the distant city wall, under the gaze of Yan Longtao, began to turn their muzzles and point directly at their own artillery positions.

"Hurry up, didn't you hear the order? Get out of here and retreat. He threw down his binoculars and ran to the side as he yelled at the artillery positions not far away, who were loading the rocket launchers with shells.

There are already alarm bells in his mind, and he has been able to survive in this chaotic Somalia until now because of his ability to avoid evil. At the moment, the intention of the opponent to attack could not be more obvious, and it was aimed directly at the artillery position, and he did not want to stay around the center point of the opponent's attack.

But before he could get any far, the scalp-numbing sound of cannon rang out, and it was as dense as a machine gun.

As the cannon rang out, he staggered and fell to the ground. When he looked back, the hellish scene in front of him made his eyelids skip wild.

It's not that he hasn't seen the bullets of a heavy machine gun hitting a human body, and he has seen the scene of flesh flying and body disintegrating many times. And this kind of scene is also what he likes to watch the most, he likes to watch the enemy being dismembered by bullets in front of his eyes, he likes to watch the enemy's hands and feet being torn apart under the heavy machine gun, and he likes to see the enemy's body being blasted open by the heavy machine gun One by one bowl-sized holes.

However, the scene in front of him made him feel boundless fear, not because these were his soldiers who died, nor because he brought these soldiers in front of him. It was the hellish scene in front of him that made it difficult for him to control himself.

He had seen scenes of cannonballs completely tearing people apart, and he had seen images of shredded flesh and blood splattered everywhere. But he had never seen a picture of a 30-millimeter shell breaking a human body into pieces, and he watched the original living soldier, the upper or lower body, being smashed in front of his eyes.

What scared him the most was that he himself was in the area, around the point of fire. He could even feel the shells flying over his head, passing through the soldiers' bodies, carrying only half of the corpses out a dozen meters away.

A foul smell came from his crotch, followed by a foul smell. However, he was in no mood to care about this, and he wanted to get out of here, and leave quickly. Fearing that he would follow in the footsteps of the soldiers behind him, he could only crawl forward.

Fear allowed him to burst into infinite potential, and although he was crawling like a dog, it was not slow at all. And along the way, there was also a string of yellow and white wet stains.

Although it is five kilometers away from the city wall, it is at the end of the effective range of the Sentinel Cannon, but the thirty mm cannonball is definitely a god-killing destructive force.

It did not explode like half a shell, but its powerful penetration and kinetic energy brought about destructive power were incomparable to other weapons.

On the artillery position, those trucks and pickup trucks were instantly covered with bowl-sized gaps, and the hulls of the vehicles were all deformed destructively under the impact of the shells, and some shells with flattened warheads also fell on the ground.

Blood and flesh were scattered all over the ground, and many of the government soldiers who were originally alive could now only find half of them, and some of them could not even find decent body organs.

Many of the soldiers, like the Lunto, survived before they lay down and dodged the dense shells from behind. But those vehicles whose bodies were already badly deformed were not so lucky.

A violent explosion sounded shortly after the sentry artillery attack, first the fuel tank of a truck was hit by a shell, and a violent explosion occurred, and the explosion of the truck also caused the explosion of the shells on the car, followed by a series of explosions.

Truck after truck exploded, and pickup trucks were not spared.

The originally busy artillery position turned into a hell of fire in an instant, and those soldiers who dodged the shells were quickly drowned in the explosion. Many of the soldiers who wanted to leave here panicked and were torn apart by the shells of the sentry cannon as soon as they got up. Seeing this, the other soldiers tried to crawl away, but their speed was too slow compared to the damage caused by the explosion.

At this moment, Li Lan was already standing on the top floor of the base car, admiring this beautiful picture, and the telescope in his hand clearly saw the picture of the enemy struggling.

Although the bloody scene in his eyes was extremely cruel, he did not show the slightest pity. He is no longer the white-collar worker who lives like an elm in China, nor is he an otaku who stays at home all day and fantasizes, after more than ten days of battlefield life, he has matured and understands the truth of survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle.

"Go on, shoot at a crowded place, the barrel is not red, never stop." Li Lan took out her mobile phone and commanded her assistant. He had already given control of the Sentinel Cannon to his assistant, who could directly command the assistant to control it if needed.

He wants these government troops to remember this moment, to remember that he is not something that anyone can pinch if they want to.