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Dada dada dada

The vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun roared, and the black firepower that was besieging in one direction was instantly suppressed by the heavy machine gun, and the rest of the team also fired in the other directions, and the two birdies in the sky were also cooperating with the offensive on the ground.

But there is another side of the enemy who is harassed this side with the help of complex terrain.

At this time, a bird connected Evansman: "j25, we are ready to land forcibly. Please clear out a safe area! It's over!"

Evansman had adapted to this rhythm of battle and replied immediately: "Please wait, it's over!"

He looked at the enemy who continued to harass the west, ran to Zheng Yingqi, and shouted, "More! Can you get rid of the enemy in the west?"

"I need a driver to take me over!" Zheng Yingqi replied after thinking.

"Joyce!"

"Ten-year-old driver reports, no problem!" Joyce got into the car again, gestured an OK gesture, and stepped on the accelerator. The pickup truck jumped and started, and rushed to the west under his operation.

Dada dada dada

Zheng Yingqi controlled the machine gun. While finishing the last link, the pickup truck drifted and stopped in front of the bunker group in the west. Zheng Yingqi turned over and jumped out of the carriage, and quickly shot at the stubborn militants. Joyce also rushed out and killed the last two enemies.

"It's so cool!"

Joyce screamed at the knocked enemy, he was so excited - so fucking.

But at this time, a black man was carrying a rocket launcher and exposed himself from the third floor of the unfinished building. Seeing this, Zheng Yingqi dragged him and rushed to the ground.

boom

The pickup truck that could issue a medal jumped up by a rocket bomb, and the parts flew around. Zheng Yingqi took the opportunity to turn on the ground and fired at the black man who had just fired the rocket and knocked him down.

Joyce was drowsy and slapped the dust splashed on his body. Zheng Yingqi patted Joyce, pointed to the unfinished building on the third floor and shouted, "Let's go up and cover it!"

Under the leadership of Zheng Yingqi, Joyce followed up to the unfinished building in a drowsy manner. The two lay on the third floor and cleared out scattered militants.

Many black men without weapons will pick up the weapons of the dead and shoot at this side. After adhering to the principle a few times, Zheng Yingqi began to shoot at the "militants" without weapons - at this time, there was no innocent person who dared to run around the battlefield!

A bird landed forcibly. Under the cover of the H-degree team, members of the descending Delta troops rushed to the crashed Super 61 and rescued the two wounded men back to the helicopter. Two pilots on No. 61 were killed on the spot.

In theory, the H-squad can be evacuated, but Lieutenant Steele requested:

"No. 25, build a line of defense! Super No. 68 will lead a team to lower it and cover them to back it up! It's over!"

"The wounded have been rescued! Request to evacuate, it's over!"

"On the 25th, we need to take the pilot's body away, it's over!"

"I understand! It's over!"

After the communication ended, Evansman signaled the team to establish a defense line around the helicopter and responded to the rescue team to surrender.

After the birds left with the wounded, the Super 68 Black Hawk helicopter arrived over the crash site, and the team carrying began to rush to land.

The militants who were planning to evacuate actually broke back after seeing the Black Hawk unloading.

"Bitches are raised!"

Joyce cursed angrily, and fired at the return enemy with Zheng Yingqi, but the two did not care about all aspects. In the house to the south, a rocket suddenly flew towards No. 68, which was rushing down. Although the pilot made evasive moves, the rocket still injured the main propeller.

"Grass!"

Seeing that Super No. 68 was shot, Zheng Yingqi subconsciously cursed. Could it be that the second helicopter would also fall here?

But the pilot on No. 68 tried his best to stabilize the helicopter. After the last two soldiers on board landed, the pilot worked hard to control the helicopter and began to return with injuries.

At this time, a total of 7 people from the H team and 15 people from the rescue team were at the crash site. After the two sides joined forces, they established a circular defensive position. While waiting for the arrival of the Hummer convoy, they rescued the bodies of the two pilots - but the propeller blades pressed on the bulletproof hatch door, and the deformed bulletproof hatch door could not be opened at all. The rescue team could only ask the friendly troops behind to bring corresponding tools.

Theoretically, the Hummer convoy is no more than 500 meters away from here, but the Hummer convoy is lost due to interception and continuous detours by militants.

Until 4 and 35 minutes, the convoy had not reached the crash site. Through helicopter observation, the Hummer convoy actually fell 600 meters north of the crash site. Moreover, due to the continuous attacks of militants, the Hummer convoy lost a 5-ton truck and killed two soldiers. They were forced to establish a line of defense more than 600 meters away from the crash site.

"What a joke!" Evansman cursed the damn Hummer convoy. He held back his anger and asked Lieutenant Steele about the five remaining men in the H-detachment. While they were rescuing Super 61, the five remaining men in the H-detachment were still covering the convoy on the northeast defense line.

"They were not with us! I don't know what happened to them! It's over!" Lieutenant Steele replied.

"Where are they? It's over!"

"When we retreated, we forgot to notify them. It's over!"

"Farke!" Evansman finally couldn't help but curse.

Dimo asked the angry captain: "What's going on?"

"McLavlin was thrown on the line of defense by them! Farke, we need to pick them up!" Evansman smashed the wall angrily. Looking at Zheng Yingqi who was covering hundreds of meters away, he had to bear the guilt and summoned loudly: "More!More!"

After seeing Evansman's shouting, Zheng Yingqi signaled Joyce to stay here to continue covering, while he quickly jumped down the unfinished building and ran back to Evansman in the rain of bullets.

"What's wrong?"

Evansman said angrily: "McLuff and others were left on the defense line by the Hummers, who were raised by the watch. The Hummers are now trapped more than 600 meters away waiting for rescue. We have to find a way to pick up McLuff and the others back."

"I understand," Zheng Yingqi exclaimed: "I'll go and pick them up!"

"No, it's too dangerous for you alone!" Evansman objected: "Let's go together!"

"When meat buns hit dogs, I'm a little target alone, so it's safer!" Zheng Yingqi patted Evansman's shoulder: "It's a fierce battle here later. You can't get out of here. I'll go find Grimessi and the others. I'll find friendly troops to meet according to the situation."

"Thank you..." Evansman looked at Zheng Yingqi, who had been helping him with his problems along the way, and said in silence: "Be careful!"

"No problem, but I need a full magazine, and machine gun bullets."

"Ok." Evansman asked the rescue team for six full magazines and handed over 10kg of machine gun bullets to Zheng Yingqi.

Zheng Yingqi divided half of the field rations he carried. While taking the bulk bullets from his backpack, he said: "I don't know when the ink will be there today. Try to save as much bullets as possible. I will take half of the food. You can deal with these first, and there should be supplies in the future."

Seeing Zheng Yingqi pulling out hundreds of bulk bullets, Evansman asked in shock: "How many bullets have you brought?"

"Create half a cardinality - thank God." Zheng Yingqi finished packing quickly, waved at Evansman, and then rushed to the corner quickly, while Evansman led Tubakweifu to cover until Zheng Yingqi disappeared around the corner.

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The H-team defense line in the northeast corner.

"God, these skin-bones have finally stopped attacking!" Grimessi breathed a sigh while changing the barrel. McClavlin walked over and said something. Grimessi realized something was wrong with his ears and shouted, "What did you say?"

"There's no movement over there!" McClavlin shouted in his ears.

"Then?" Grimessi paused to figure out where it was. He shouted to Goodell: "Go and see the damn Hummer team, are they ready!"

Goodell ran to the corner quickly, then ran back with anger, cursing loudly: "Fake! They left! They left without notifying us! The group of bastards raised by the word "biaozi, they left us!"

The other four were stunned, and Galanting said in disbelief: "How could it be...How could it be?"

"It's a bitch!" Wade cursed angrily.

McCloughlin realized that this would have problems and said, "Okay, we should save ourselves - let's go to the crash site to meet the captain!"

"Yes, go to the crash site - let's go to that meeting, hoping that the damn Hummer team hasn't left the crash site yet."

"We have night vision devices, and even at night, we still have a way to kill them back," McClavlin patted his backpack and said humorously: "So, let's thank God and Moore first."

Under the humor of the veteran McClavlin, the five men in the squad cheered up, woke up from their forgotten anger, and then began to move towards the crash site.

They moved towards the crash, and in the complex lanes they kept moving forward,

Then,

This five-person team successfully got lost in a complex environment...

On the other hand, Zheng Yingqi left the crash point alone and turned to the defense line. Thanks to Yuan Lang and the Hunter School for their rigorous training. At least in terms of recording the road, Zheng Yingqi did a very good job.

The militants are concentrating their forces to attack the crash site. After Zheng Yingqi emerged from the crash site, he did not encounter a second group of enemies. The reason why he was the second group was because he encountered a father-son combination.

A father was rushing to the crash site with his twelve or thirteen-year-old child with an AK, and happened to meet Zheng Yingqi who was rushing back.

The moment before pulling the trigger, Zheng Yingqi chose to take it back and then avoided the rain of bullets shot by his father. However, the father and son did not realize the kindness of this "American soldier", but instead carefully chased after him.

【Grass!】

Listening to the careful progress, Zheng Yingqi put away his ridiculous compassion and flashed out of the corner, knocking down the black man with a gun with one shot.

The little boy was frightened by this scene. Looking at his bloody father, he shouted helplessly: "Dad! Dad!"

Zheng Yingqi quickly stepped forward, and the black father was struggling to say something to the little boy. After the boy realized the sound of footsteps behind him, he skillfully picked up the ak that fell to the ground.

Zheng Yingqi took a quick step and punched the little boy in the back of the head before the little boy aimed at him, knocking the little boy out of the head.

The dying black man looked at Zheng Yingqi, showing a hint of gratitude, and then his head tilted and he nodded.

"It's enough for Japanese war! It's enough for enough!"

Zheng Yingqi cursed in a low voice, kicked the ak that fell to the ground again, and then continued to move forward without looking back - here, the US military considers it justice and is also doing things that it thinks it is justice, but in the eyes of the Somalis, the US military is the invader, the damn invader.

And the city is reviving due to the power of hatred.

Those who hate Aidid and those who like Aidid are gathering continuously under the call of the saying "Come out and fight for your home."

Zheng Yingqi finally arrived at the previous defense line, but the building was empty.

【Nothing big will happen, right?
To be continued...