After two misunderstandings, the US military operations in Mogadishu were more cautious. The most intuitive manifestation was that in the next period of time, Zheng Yingqi's H-detachment was ready to go and the number of times the action was cancelled was more.

The senior U.S. military leaders also realized that this was not conducive to the morale of the military, so they made changes later. Once the operation was cancelled, the helicopter formation would take off as usual and then wander around the sky above Mogadishu aimlessly.

Faced with such changes from the US military, Zheng Yingqi praised in his heart:

[This is actually quite good - frequent mobilization will make members of the Aidid Group accustomed to it. Once a sudden killer is taken, they may not be able to react!]

Of course, because of the amount of military expenditure burned, it has nothing to do with Zheng Yingqi. Anyway, the US military is rich and rich and willful!

September 25.

It was another alarm for combat readiness, and Team H continued to board the plane and then began a long wait.

"I bet ten dollars, and I'll put pigeons again today!"

"If you don't hold a bet, everyone knows that you will put pigeons today."

"Hi, what if I didn't put it? Have a gamble on water?"

In the cabin of Super No. 67, the members of the H-squad were nonsense. Zheng Yingqi calmly pressed bullets on the magazine and did not participate. Because Deputy Platoon Leader Bowen returned to visit relatives, Scott Galanting, who was added to the H-squad, looked at Zheng Yingqi curiously and said:

"More, are you nervous?"

Zheng Yingqi did not answer, but the others laughed out loud. Sergeant Joyce said with a smile: "He is the only soldier in our squad who has killed three skinny soldiers in Moga. Do you think he will be nervous?"

Galanting looked at Zheng Yingqi in surprise: "I remember our team killed three enemies here?"

"That's right, they are all Morgan. The other party was shot dead by Morri as soon as it emerged. We didn't get the chance to shoot."

Galanting wanted to speak, but when he heard Captain Beers shouting: "Hi, guys, it's empty again today. We're going to participate in the armed parade!"

"As expected!"

"As it turns out, it's a pity that no one wants to bet with me!"

The team members shrugged in disappointment.

At this time, the Black Hawk began to climb, and the boring armed parade started again.

Zheng Yingqi's eyes began to look at the city again. Although he had a lot of time to look at it in every mission or parade, he had endless imaginations every time he saw this city full of chaos, killing everywhere, ruins and garbage everywhere.

Looking at the Somalis who are confused about food and living in chaos, Zheng Yingqi has only one emotion:

[Entering China without regrets in this life!]

The plane continued to marches over Somalia. Soon, Zheng Yingqi noticed the abnormal movement in the distance - there, dense Somalis gathering. If it were other places, it might be because of festivals, etc., but here, gathering people often means causing trouble!

Others also noticed the situation here and subconsciously picked up their weapons and pointed them at the crowds that were gathering below.

Beers quickly asked the pilot: "What's going on there? A lot of Somalis are gathering!"

"Oh, there is a relief site, the relief food that the United Nations is distributing."

"Scared, I thought these idiots were going to make some noise." Bills breathed a sigh of relief and signaled the team members not to be nervous. "Don't point the gun at them, be careful of fire!"

"Don't worry, we are the last weapon insurance!" The team members said with a smile, but turned off the insurance and put down the weapon.

Bang bang bang

At this moment, a sudden gunfire broke out below, and the gathering crowd seemed to be suddenly separated. Several pickup trucks equipped with heavy machine guns kept rushing rapidly in the gunfire, knocking away many Somalia that had no time to avoid, and then hitting a bloody road, and then hitting the source of the distribution of relief food.

While they were negotiating fiercely with the United Nations staff, the Somalis, who rushed to obtain relief food, and some rebellious Somalis were killed on the spot.

"Sir, they shoot at the civilians at nine o'clock!"

Super No. 67, after seeing this scene, Galanting said in shock.

Beers said helplessly: "I saw it, Galantin, but we can't interfere!"

"Why?"

"Because they did not attack us, we did not get the fire authorization!" Beals explained helplessly.

Compared to Galantin, who first arrived in Mogadishu, the rest of the team members have long been accustomed to this phenomenon - this is Mogadishu without order, and such killings are often staged.

Galantine didn't believe Beers' explanation and looked at Beers: "You can ask!"

"Okay," Beals shrugged, and was helpless about Galantin's stubbornness and could only call the command:

"Command, here is Super 67! The militants are shooting at civilians in the food distribution center! Request authorization to open fire! Complete!"

"Super No. 67, are you under artillery attack? It's over!"

"No, it's over."

"This is the jurisdiction of the United Nations, we cannot interfere, on the 67th, the march is over and ready to return, and it is completed."

“Received, finished.”

Bills shrugged at Galantin, meaning you see, Galantin punched the bulletproof board with an angry punch, cursing Fark.

Zheng Yingqi has long learned to ignore these things. He, the person who suddenly broke in, was powerless!

The H-detachment in the cabin left the air above the distribution center with anger and futile helplessness, but just as they were about to leave the city, several rockets suddenly flew out from around the building with their tails!

“rpg!”

The soldiers in the cabin screamed. Fortunately, the pilot of No. 67 was very powerful. He could dodge the sudden rocket with one side, but No. 60, not far away, was in trouble and was hit by the rocket. He hovered in a mess and began the forced landing.

"Oh God! No. 60 was hit!"

"Oh my God, the 60th is making a landing in an emergency!"

The warrior in the cabin exclaimed in surprise. Zheng Yingqi had already picked up his weapon and aimed at the militants loading on the ground, but he did not fire, but was waiting for authorization.

As the captain, Beals called the command center to request authorization frantically. Finally, the sound of the command center confirming authorization came from the headphones.

Beals shouted, "Let's fire!"

Just as Beers shouted, Zheng Yingqi shot a point shot, and the target he locked fell directly to the ground. The person next to the target immediately picked up the loaded bazooka, but before he could aim, Zheng Yingqi hit the ground again.

The Black Hawk who was shot was forced to land on the ground at this time, and a group of black people rushed out from various places and rushed towards the crash site.

Obviously, this was a premeditated ambush. Helicopters that were hovering out every day became the target of ambush by militants.

At this time, the group of militants were trying to rush over and expand the results of the ambush.

Naturally, the US military does not want the militants to get what they want!

"cover!"

As Beers' orders came, the soldiers in No. 67 kept firing at the crowds, and people were shot and fell to the ground.

The two birds quickly dived at a distance and began to descend about 300 meters away from the battlefield. The eight members of the Delta were carrying rushed to the ground immediately and rushed to the emergency landing point No. 60.

In the Black Hawk who was forcibly landing, the Rangers carrying them also came back from the dizziness of falling and organized defense on the spot.

While Zheng Yingqi was constantly shooting at the left cabin door, he was also surprised. Could it be that the whole plot was advanced because of his own intrusion?

But looking at the militants with only more than fifty people below, Zheng Yingqi felt that this was unlikely. This was not the "Black Sea" (the core area where militants gathered in the city's central city). The number of militants ambushed was not large, so it was impossible to cause major losses.

Although he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, Zheng Yingqi's cover shot did not stop, and he continued to shoot continuously, constantly hitting the black people below. It was now after 2 pm, and it was the time when the militants who chewed "Arabic Tea" at noon were most excited. The continuous death did not stop them. Instead, they even more fiercely impacted the temporary defense organized at the Super 60 emergency landing point.

"Note! We will carry out the rope-down in front! Carry out the rope-down in the order during training, and immediately support No. 60 after the rope-down!" Beers' voice came, and Zheng Yingqi immediately put away the gun and changed the magazine, and then waited for the rope-down instructions. After only ten seconds, the pilot shouted:

"Start the rush!"

Zheng Yingqi wore thick leather gloves and grabbed the rope and slid down quickly because this was the firefighting area. The height of the rope drop was much higher than the height of the usual training, which was twenty meters long. During the rapid friction of the thick leather gloves, the heat directly spread to the palm of their hands, making it so painful.

Fortunately, this burning sensation did not exceed Zheng Yingqi's tolerance, so he did not subconsciously let go. After landing, he quickly prepared to cover the people behind him to land.

Because it was too high, two of the team members who were on the left side couldn't help but let go when they were a few meters away from the ground. Fortunately, the height was not too high and there was no problem with falling.

After the ropes were completed, the Black Hawk climbed up and began to guide the target for the ground team. Beers led the H team and rushed towards the Black Hawk's guide.

Two delta groups and three Rangers soon arrived at the forced landing point where they were fighting fiercely. Faced with the fierce reinforcements, the excited militants finally woke up, leaving behind many corpses and scattered - this is Mogadishu, Somalia. As long as they throw the AK in their hands, they will be civilians. All the US troops did not make a chasing move, but just covered the unlucky Black Hawk No. 60.

"The ground convoy has 5 minutes to arrive! Hurry up and treat the wounded!"

The operation commander issued an order, and the medical soldiers rushed to the Black Hawk to rescue the injured soldiers during the forced landing.

Three corpses that could not be treated were carried out in disgrace by the G team.
Chapter completed!