Chapter 302: : heavy casualties (on)

Grant couldn't remember how many times he had said God to himself.

Just when he was feeling hopeless, the voice of the sniper came from the headset, with a little vibrato in the calm, very excited, "Sir, support is here."

Grant, who was sitting on the ground, seemed to have a spring installed on his buttocks, jumped up, took the binoculars from the hand of the team member next to him, squatted down and looked, and sure enough, there were gunshots from all directions, and there were tanks It was crushed directly from those hordes of mobs, the weight of dozens of tons made the bones creak, and in the end, it turned into mud!

Cool!

I just like the feeling of such a disagreement.

The invention of the tank is actually the product of a group of scientists who are too lazy to use their brains but have muscles. They use this method to change the way of fighting. It looks really cool. Grant saw someone following the tank and approached them.

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

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

Hope was right in front of them, everyone started desperately, they supported the wounded, bent over, rushed out, and fired at the militants on the outside, Grant opened his mouth wide, "Quick, withdraw over there! "

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Alberta Babington hid behind the tank. Their group had a smooth journey, and almost all the militants in the way were scattered. He squatted halfway to change magazines, tilted his head, just in time to see Grant and others rushing forward. After coming out, he quickly patted the shoulders of the employees beside him, "Lean over, lean over, Nicole suppresses with firepower."

"OK!"

Nicole is a German-Albanian of mixed race, leaning on his right shoulder with an HK21 machine gun, and switching hands to fire. This drum can hold more than 40 rounds of bullets, and he cannot raise his head when he is pressing on the opponent.

"Get out of the way!" Nicole felt someone pat him on the shoulder from behind, and he dodged to the side. The deputy who was also holding a machine gun behind him followed without any difference, while the former continued to reload.

Alberta Babington rushed up with people, and Grant's gang turned their guns on them.

"Hey, buddy, we are here to rescue you." Alberta hurriedly raised his hand to signal.

"Are you from Nicholas?"

"Yes, follow us, the convoy is behind, wait for the retreat, the helicopter will send you back to the base."

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

Helicopters cannot land at this point. When they come down, they are guaranteed to be bombarded. After evacuating from the battlefield, the follow-up support troops have cleared an area, and then it is time to retreat.

Alberta pressed the headset, "Retreat! Retreat!"

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Mogadishu is located at 2°\' north latitude. Just 200 kilometers from the equator, it's always early to embrace the sun.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into the city, the gunshots were faintly rare, but there were occasional explosions.

Lying on the rattan chair by the window sill, Tang Dao squinted his eyes lazily, his face was a little wrinkled, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. As spring was approaching, the weather in Somalia already felt green and full of spring.

He was lying here listening to the sound of "firecrackers" all night, nervous? It doesn't exist at all, and he doesn't believe that his support firepower has passed. Could it be that such a person can't get out?

bang bang bang!

After the hasty knock on the door, John, Mister and the others walked in hand in hand. There was no expression on their faces, but there was obviously excitement in their eyes, "Boss, we have been rescued, and the operation was successful."

After waiting for a while, Tang Dao said "hmm", "How about 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 suffered heavy injuries. Six of the seals were killed. The others are unknown." John said, paused, and continued, "Ai Dede's military has ceased fire and is collecting the corpses. On the surface, their casualties are no less than 5,000!"

"Five thousand?!"

Tang Dao still showed a bit of surprise on his face, and he was also surprised by the casualties. Ying Jiang dispatched no more than 300 troops, and it caused such a big loss to Aidid? And it was when the heavy firepower was completely tilted in his direction.

How did this battle go?

Even if they had to kill 5,000 pigs, they wouldn't kill them all overnight.

"Cut off all business dealings with Aidid, and send Aidid's "gossip" to publishers in North America. We need to cool down our allies." Tang Dao originally wanted to see the situation , but in this way, don't look at it at all, Aidid is too good!

Being a teammate like this is simply too bad.

As for the North American Publishing House, which he bought through a third party, the owner of the Mexican Press owed a lot of debt in Las Vegas. Tang Dao happened to meet him at that time, so he bought it for $200,000. It also invested 500,000 US dollars to bring it back to life. This newspaper is not big, but it still has some weight in Mexico City, because he dared to broadcast anything. He even broadcast the private transactions of the flour tycoon before. Of course, the editor-in-chief was killed. Shot dead in his car.

This is also one of the reasons why the boss hides in Las Vegas, but this kind of sword takes a slanted path so that it has a lot of readers. This is the first point. In addition, Mexico is too far from heaven and too close to the United States. As long as something is published in the newspaper here, there will be the first time to know that Tang Dao wants to fan the flames here, and by the way, cool down the old beauty. There are too many deaths this time...

The military also needs to be big!

"I don't think it will be long before Lao Mei will leave Somalia." Tang Dao seemed to be talking to himself, but what he said made John and others startled. Don't they want to take revenge? This doesn't look like Ying Jiang's style at all. According to the previous routine, at least Mogadishu was flattened!

"Help me contact General Hassan, I want to meet him."

Tang Dao finally showed his other hand, Ying Jiang 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 needs to be changed. If Aidid pulls out his hand, he will be the one who will be punished. Deed, you can get $700,000!"

He wanted to confuse the situation even more.

Tang Dao doesn’t believe it~www.wuxiaspot.com~Mogadishu is full of people who believe in Aidid, and there is no one who believes in US dollars!

As long as one person is tempted...

Greed is also contagious.

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

"No need now, he's busy. Maybe, we'll see him on the news soon. Someone has to come out and cry miserably, otherwise the old men in the council won't let go."

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

John and Mister looked at each other, the latter frowned, he was not in a good mood, two of the arctic fox were seriously injured, and they may have to face retirement, although the company will bear their follow-up treatment and life, but this has to be told They are also an embarrassing task. If they lose the battlefield, where else can they go?

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