Grant couldn't remember how many times he thought about God.

Just when he felt desperate, the sniper's voice came from the headset, calm and vibrating, very excited, "Sir, support is coming."

Grant, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to have a spring installed on his butt. He jumped up, took the telescope from the team member next to him, squatted and looked around, and sure enough, he saw gunfire from all directions, and there were tanks.

It was crushed directly by groups of mobs, and the weight of dozens of tons made the bones creak, and in the end, it turned into a mess!

Cool!

I just like the feeling of letting things go by without saying a word.

The invention of the tank was actually the product of a group of scientists who were too lazy to use their brains but grew muscles. They used this method to change the way of fighting. It looked really cool. Grant saw someone following the tank and approaching them.

"Quick, let's join them and break out." Grant ordered, "Gentlemen, if you don't want to die, please take up arms and follow me. God is in front and the devil is behind."

Although seals are not afraid of death, who wants to actually face death!

Hope was in front of them, and everyone began to work hard. They supported the wounded, bent down, and rushed outside. They fired a wave of fire at the surrounding militants. Grant opened his mouth and said, "Quick, retreat over there!"

"

Alberta Babington hid behind the tank. The journey of his group was smooth, and almost all the militants who blocked him were scattered. He squatted half-crouched to change the magazine, tilted his head, and happened to see Grant and others.

Rushing out, he hurriedly patted the shoulder of the employee next to him, "Lean over, lean over, Nicole will suppress the fire."

"ok!"

Nicole is a German-Albanian with a somewhat mixed-race appearance. He holds the hk21 machine gun on his right shoulder and fires from different hands. This drum can hold more than 40 rounds of bullets, and the opponent cannot raise his head even if he is pressed.

"Get out of the way!" Nicole felt someone tapping her shoulder from behind, so she dodged to the side. The deputy behind him, who was also holding a machine gun, followed indiscriminately, while the former continued to reload.

Alberta Babington and his men rushed forward, but Grant and his gang came over with their guns pointed at them.

"Hey, buddy, we're here to rescue you." Alberta hurriedly raised her hand.

"Are you from Nicholas?"

"Yes, follow us. The convoy is right behind us. When we retreat, the helicopter will take you back to the base."

Grant raised his hand to ask the team members behind him to raise their hands, glanced up and down at Alberta, nodded, "Thank you very much."

The helicopter cannot land at this point. Once it comes down, it is guaranteed to be bombarded. After evacuating from the battlefield, the follow-up support troops have cleared an area, and it is then time to retreat.

Alberta held down the headset and said, "Retreat! Retreat!"

Mogadishu is located at 2°02' north latitude and 45°21' east longitude. It is only 200 kilometers away from the equator and always embraces the sun very early.

When the first sunlight shone into the city, the gunshots became faintly sparse, but occasionally there were explosions.

Lying on the wicker chair by the window sill, Tang Dao squinted his eyes lazily, his face wrinkled a little, and he couldn't help but feel comfortable. Spring is approaching, and the weather in Somalia already has a green feeling, with a bit of spring flavor.

He lay here listening to the sound of "firecrackers" all night. His nervousness didn't exist at all. He didn't believe that his support firepower had passed. Isn't it possible for people to get rid of this?

Bang bang bang!

After a quick knock on the door, John, Mist and others walked in hand in hand. There was no expression on their faces, but there was obvious excitement in their eyes. "Boss, we have been rescued. The operation was successful."

After waiting for a while, Tang Dao said "Yes", "How are the casualties?"

"Four of our employees were injured and were sent to the Ethiopian hospital overnight. Others have entered the safe zone. The US side was seriously injured. Six SEALs were killed, and the others are unknown." John said, paused, and continued, "Ai

Dede's military has ceased fire and is collecting corpses. From the looks of it, their casualties are no less than 5,000!"

"Five thousand?!"

Tang Dao's face still showed a bit of surprise. He was also surprised by the casualties. Even if Yingjiang had no more than 300 troops, it actually caused Aidid such a heavy loss? And it was still heavy firepower.

When it's completely tilted in his direction.

How was this battle fought?

Even if they wanted to kill five thousand pigs, they wouldn't kill them all in one night.

"Cut off all business dealings with Aidid, and send Aidid's "gossip" to publishing houses in North America. We need to cool down the temperature of our allies." Tang Dao originally wanted to see the situation.

, but this way, there is no need to look at it at all, Aidid is so good!

Being a teammate like this is just too boring.

As for the North American publishing house, he bought "News Mexico" through a third party. Its boss owed a lot of debt in Las Vegas. At that time, Tang Dao happened to meet him and bought it for US$200,000.

He also invested 500,000 US dollars in bringing it back to life. This newspaper is not a big one, but it still has some weight in Mexico City because he dares to broadcast anything. He has even broadcast the private transactions of the flour tycoon before. Of course, the editor-in-chief was killed

Shot and killed in his car.

This is one of the reasons why the boss is hiding in Las Vegas, but this kind of eccentric approach has attracted many readers. This is the first point, and the other is that Mexico is too far from heaven and too close to the United States.

As long as the newspaper here publishes something, the other side will know it immediately. Tang Dao wants to fan the flames here and cool down the temperature in the United States. There are too many deaths this time...

The military also needs a big head!

"It won't be long before I want it, the old American will leave Somalia." Tang Dao seemed to be talking to himself, but his words made John and others startled. Don't they want to take revenge? This doesn't look like Yingjiang at all.

Style, according to the past routine, at least Mogadishu was leveled!

"Contact General Hassan for me. I want to meet with him."

Tang Dao finally showed his other hand. Yingjiang may not be able to do anything to Aidid now, but he must want the latter to die! This place in Mogadishu must not bear his surname. It has to change its appearance. If Aidid is allowed to

He pulled out his hand and saw that he was the one to be punished. He looked sternly and said, "Look for someone to spread around the city. As long as someone can kill Aidid, he will get 700,000 US dollars!"

He wanted to make the situation even more confusing.

Tang Dao didn't believe it. Everyone in Mogadishu believed in Aidid, but no one believed in U.S. dollars!

As long as one person is tempted...

Greed can also be spread.

"Boss, should we go see Grant?" John asked.

"No need now, he is busy. Maybe, we will see him on the news before long. Someone has to come out and cry miserably, otherwise the old men in the parliament will not let up."

Tang Dao's tone was full of disdain for those politicians. Uncle Sam's politics were sometimes a joke.

John and Mist looked at each other. The latter frowned. He was not in a good mood. Two people in the Arctic Fox were seriously injured and may have to face retirement. Although the company will bear their subsequent treatment and life, this needs to be told

They are also a difficult job. If they lose the battlefield, where can they go?
Chapter completed!