Immediately afterwards, several cannons suddenly came from the town. The rebels who also possessed mortars began to use artillery to suppress the mortars in the hands of Shi Shaoying.

Just as the cross-pression of the bombardment of the platoon and the heavy machine gun fire, eight pickup trucks rushed out of the town again. This time, they did not divide into three groups. Instead, they fired and launched the shortest straight charge between the two points when Shi Shaoying fired the gun just now.

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

A m224 mortar that was overturned by air waves was lying alone on the ground. Next to it, there was a green empty shell box that was broken by blown gravel. Apart from this plain made of sand and gravel, there was nothing else.

The cunning enemy, who attacked them again and again, succeeded repeatedly, successfully escaped their pursuit under the suppression of the fire of platoon artillery and light and heavy machine guns, and may not even be injured!

Faced with all this, the first thought that the captain had in his mind was that it was absolutely impossible! No matter what kind of training he had received, he had to lie down immediately when facing the bombardment of the platoon. Otherwise, not to mention that he was a shrapnel splashing everywhere, even with an absolutely high temperature shock wave, it would be fatal, not to mention that there were more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns constantly firing!

Chapter 25 Meeting (Part 1)

A highlight on the ground attracted the attention of the captain. He walked over and after confirming that there was no danger around, he bent down and picked up half of the cigar cigarette that had not yet been extinguished. Perhaps this little thing was too light and was sent directly by the shock wave of the shells shot from the town for more than twenty meters before he escaped his fate covered by sand.

The captain pinched the half-sprig of cigar in confusion. He knew that this Cuban-made cigar can be sold for fifteen dollars on the Mogadishu black market. What really surprised the captain was that the tobacco leaves in this cigar seemed to be squeezed out by someone, and then filled it with something that was more likely to burn continuously.

If you don’t suck a cigar, even if it is lit, it will be put aside for a while and then it will gradually go out. Smoke a part of the smoke smell inside and add other fillings. This can ensure that the cigar can continue to burn without sucking. However, can such a cigar still be sucked?!

"Captain, look at this..."

A subordinate suddenly came over and handed a tree to the captain. At first glance, there was a hemp rope tied to the tree that looked nothing special. It was a little charred at the end of the hemp rope. It was obviously something that burned it.

A piece of broken tree, a burnt hemp rope, and a Cuban cigar that had done its tricks to continue burning the inside, the captain's eyes quickly swept across the battlefield again. When his attention finally focused on a small tree that was blown up by shells, an unprecedented coolness suddenly surged throughout the captain's body.

After understanding, he finally understood why the mysterious enemy could escape without a trace after firing fire at the town under the suppression of platoons and light and heavy machine guns. It turned out that when the fire was fired, the mysterious enemy had already moved to another position.

Find a small tree, hang the shell on the tree with a hemp rope, adjust the height, so that the tail of the shell has entered the barrel. Then ignite the Cuban cigar and tie it in the middle of the hemp rope. When the Cuban cigar burns to a position bound by the hemp rope, the Cuban cigar with enough heat can easily burn the hemp rope. The shell with the tail stuffed into the barrel naturally slips down, the base fire is hit, and it is naturally shot towards the town...

Everything is so simple, so simple that even a ten-year-old child can think of it and do it. But was that mysterious enemy, who put the m224 mortar in his hand, as bait, as bait, and led them here, really just to make them futile to travel back and forth in vain to achieve the effect of fatigue?

With such doubts, the captain returned to the car again. He glanced at other cars again. There seemed to be a little commotion in one car... For some reason, there was a missing passenger in their car.

Just as the driver was about to turn the front of the car, he could be said to have a clear sense of vigilance, which made the captain's whole body shake. He stretched out his big hand and slapped it hard on the cockpit, yelling wildly: "Don't move!"

Hearing the sound of the captain slapping the carriage, the driver, who was almost leaving the clutch with his right foot, subconsciously stepped down and then stepped hard. Before the captain could even exclaim the lingering fear of the center of the lung lobe, a few huge roars suddenly came from his ears.

When the smoke of gunpowder disappeared, everything finally returned to calm. I poked my head out of the carriage and took a look. Sadness, anger, fear... all kinds of extremely intense emotions rushed into the captain's heart at the same time.

In addition to the car that he heard his orders, the driver stepped on the clutch again as soon as possible, and the car that had not even started the engine because he lacked a occupant. The other six cars, including two "armored vehicles" with steel plates welded around the cockpit, were blown up to the point of being in ruins. Even if a layer of steel plate was welded, they were still civilian cars after all, not military armored vehicles. Their tires and axles could not withstand the destructive power formed by a grenade's close-fitting explosion!

Since the chassis of the car suffered most of the impact, the casualties of the passengers on the car were not serious, but this mobile unit composed of eight armed cars had been basically destroyed. There were only two cars left. Even if they were angry, they would not dare to rush and attack desperately like they did just now, and they could no longer use the vehicle-mounted machine gun to form enough firepower to suppress the target.

"Master, absolute master!"

This is the captain's pertinent evaluation of the enemy he had never met. He had only felt the frustration that both sides were not at the same level and could not confront him at all in the frustration of Meng Tan, the chief military instructor from Al Qaeda.

The deadly killer weapon that the enemy hidden in the darkness prepared for them was himself!

Instead of walking far away, he hid in a sand pit prepared in advance, then made technical disguise on himself, successfully avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and then raided from the back of the convoy. Including the convoy captain, everyone was careful to find possible killing traps around. At the same time, using a rope or a knife, he successfully killed a soldier who was too far away from other team members. After dealing with the body, he changed into the soldiers' uniforms, put on the hood of the armed rebels' favorite, and scrambled into the crowd in a big way. While pretending to search, he placed a grenade with the safety pin removed under the tires of the rear row of each car.

Putting aside military technology, the guy who can do this, dares to do this, and has really succeeded is either a super pervert or a madman who is completely desperate!

"He should have just left here. If we use the remaining two cars to chase him, as long as we find the right direction, we can still catch up with him..."

Thinking of this, the captain shook his head fiercely and threw this seductive idea behind his head. He really didn't want to, and he dared not imagine what kind of tricks a person who was so cruel and ruthless and would definitely see the blood as soon as he made a move. Once he commanded only two cars to chase him, what kind of fatal blow would be suffered.

He 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 removed the safety pin. The captain raised his hand and wanted to throw the grenade out, but he swung his arm around and pinched the grenade and put it back. He squatted on the ground and groped in the sand for a while. After a while, the captain really touched the grenade safety pin in the sand, and carefully inserted it back on the grenade.

Even if they receive Al Qaeda's support in funds and weapons, their weapons are far from being wasted at the stage of being wasted at will. At any time, poverty is the biggest enemy of Somalia.

In front of everyone, he hung the grenade that almost exploded under his feet on the combat vest, carried the automatic rifle, looked at his subordinates who were slowly gathering in front of him, and the captain said calmly: "It seems that we need to walk back with our feet, why are we still standing there? Take all the weapons and supplies in the car with us, let's go."

After saying these words, the captain took the lead in walking at the front of the team. Dozens of soldiers with more or less scars followed him. Finally, two pickup trucks that were lucky enough to be activated were taken to take charge of the cushion. The whole team slowly approached their base camp.

Perhaps on this road, Shi Shaoying had been cruising not far from them, wanting to destroy the last two pickup trucks. But facing a group of armed rebels who were closely united, with dozens of automatic rifles and three RPG rocket launchers, and two heavy machine guns on the formation. He could use the last two pickup trucks to fight him against the enemy at any time, so he could not find any chance, so he remained silent until the other party withdrew all the way back to the town with his people and the car.

But no matter what, Shi Shaoying has successfully pinched off the force that poses the greatest threat to him in the opponent's hands! He can finally use the tactics of shooting one shot and making the enemy exhausted to the limit.

Every half an hour or an hour, Shi Shaoying would fire a few shots at the town. Regardless of whether he hit the target or not, he would immediately escape, and use the harassment tactics of changing one shot to another.

During this period, the last judge in the town could not stand Shi Shaoying's provocation. At his request, the armed rebels in the town almost came out in full swing and encircled Shi Shaoying. However, they soon discovered that on a night with low visibility, they would not gain anything except to waste their energy.


Chapter completed!