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- They fled along the highway. There were signs of damage from artillery fire everywhere, and there were corpses lying scattered everywhere, whether they were civilians or soldiers. However, there were mostly civilians. It seemed that the local army knew that they could not defeat them and did not put up unnecessary resistance.
"We must speed up." After running for a while, Zhao Jianfei and Chen Nanqing were disgraced and defeated with a group of remaining soldiers. We ran all the way to a place like the urban-rural fringe. Nearby here is the camp of the infantry regiment. The strange thing is that there is no one there, only a few dogs walking calmly on the street. "Now it seems that this place has also been abandoned." Zhao Jianfei said with a serious expression.
"Where have all the people gone?" Chen Nanqing looked around, and it was so quiet that there was not even a fart in sight.
"Evacuate. There is such a big movement. It is impossible for the troops here to have no news at all. They will withdraw if they cannot fight. Most of the local civilians have also fled. Anyway, they have seen this kind of thing too many times. They will run away after a few days of fighting. The sky is calming down and coming back again," Zhao Jianfei said with a wry smile.
"Well, they are not stupid. What should we do now?" Chen Nanqing looked at the exhausted black soldiers behind him and asked.
"What should we do?" Zhao Jianfei said with a bitter smile: "Cold salad!" He walked to a broken truck that was riddled with holes and checked it.
"UmBoss, are you sure we want to do this? Isn't it too ostentatious to escape in a pickup truck?" Chen Nanqing raised his gun on guard, while Zhao Jianfei behind him was lying on the seat of the pickup truck, lighting up the pickup truck.
"Be smart and avoid people." Zhao Jianfei said without looking back, "It's better to have a car than to run on two legs." With the crackle of a spark plug, the entire car body shook. stand up.
"Okay, get in the car." Zhao Jianfei turned around and shouted, "Carry all the wounded into the car, and we will go directly to Mogadishu. I hope it is still under the control of government forces."
Chen Nanqing looked at Zhao Jianfei who was sitting and swallowed: "Okay, you are the leader!"
"You find a smarter boy and lie on the roof of the car to keep watch. I have a few magazines here so these guys can save their use." Zhao Jianfei paused and simply handed over the guns.
"Okay, okay. I'll make arrangements." Chen Nanqing called to the dozen black soldiers who were following behind him, and shouted loudly, "Everyone get in the car. Someone come and watch from above, and be smart about the situation around you."
"Okay, let's go." Zhao Jianfei stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the broken truck rushed out panting and trembling as if it had malaria.
Soon after leaving the urban-rural fringe and entering the city, there were still some civilians on the road. When they saw Zhao Jianfei and others, they all fled. For ordinary civilians, all soldiers with guns are dangerous. In the warlords' melee for years, a human life is worth less than a dog.
In the eyes of these soldiers, civilians are also dangerous. You have no idea whether these people belong to any armed faction. Maybe a child walking on the road will suddenly pull out a gun from behind and shoot at you.
"Follow this road to the end, turn east to a big one, and then drive two or three kilometers to get off the highway." Zhao Jianfei looked around and smiled: "I don't believe they will send a helicopter to chase him."
"It's best not to." Chen Nanqing looked around with a wry smile while holding the gun.
"Ohdamn it!" Their car suddenly stopped not long after driving. Chen Nanqing looked up. In front of him were several black soldiers and several pickup trucks equipped with MK19 grenade launchers.
"Boss" Chen Nanqing's voice was almost desperate. The black soldiers in front had already seen clearly that there were two soldiers sitting in the truck, and the mk19 had turned around.
"Run!" Zhao Jianfei shouted, pushed the door open and rushed out. All the black soldiers in the car jumped out of the car. This extra kill distracted some enemy troops.
Zhao Jianfei had just run a few steps when the truck behind him exploded. Zhao Jianfei felt numbness in his back, staggered and almost fell. He managed to get into a nearby store with his hands and sat on the counter with his gun in his arms. He gasped hard.
"Chen Nanqing, what do you think?" Zhao Jianfei's cry, accompanied by the crisp sound of the AK47 rifle, reached Chen Nanqing's ears.
Chen Nanqing peeked behind a building and organized several black soldiers who had successfully escaped to hide behind and fight back.
"I'm fine, take care of yourself." Chen Nanqing touched the gun and the two magazines on his waist. The rest went to hell with the truck. There is an MK19 on the opposite side, and it only depends on the few bullets on my body and these half-baked black soldiers. This time it was really doomed.
Knowing that Chen Nanqing was fine, Zhao Jianfei felt somewhat at peace. He picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and pushed it out the door. "Three" He looked down at the three on the glassThe clear human figure muttered silently, and there was an explosion outside.
Zhao Jianfei raised his head and took a look. It was a few black soldiers hiding behind the bunker. As soon as they jumped out, they were hit by the MK19 on the opponent's pickup truck. Blood splattered everywhere. It's pretty safe.
Out of the corner of his eye, I caught sight of Chen Nanqing, who was gesturing to Zhao Jianfei: pointing at himself, raising his fist, and then pointing at the pickup truck parked in front. Finally, I counted with my fingers.
three! two! one!
Chen Nanqing withdrew his fingers and ran out like a monkey. Zhao Jianfei knew that he needed cover. He gritted his teeth and leaned out half of his body to fire a shuttle at the mk19 and several enemy soldiers who came over. The results were good, including the mk19 gunner and three others. Knocked down, two confirmed kills.
"Huh!" Zhao Jianfei exhaled and changed the magazine. He looked up and saw that Chen Nanqing and a black soldier were already giving him a thumbs up behind another ruins.
Zhao Jianfei also raised his thumb to express receipt. Zhao Jianfei stretched out his hand and raised the piece of glass. From the reflection, he saw that there were several people outside. Fortunately, they were not equipped with grenade launchers or the like, otherwise he would have died a long time ago. The explanation is here.
It was because the first operator of mk19 didn't seem to pay attention to him just now that Zhao Jianfei got a big deal. It was enough to pick up this deal once. Zhao Jianfei didn't think that the remaining people would ignore him again, so he had no choice but to keep an eye on it. .
Glancing at the glass again, I saw that the guy I hadn¡¯t beaten to death had already run back, and was far away from the car. Suddenly I noticed him waving his hands, as if he was throwing something? The next second, Zhao Jianfei saw a rolling black thing approaching him.
"Grenade!" Zhao Jianfei almost didn't think much at all, and jumped and rolled out of the window. The loud bang and smoke of the grenade explosion almost immediately obscured his figure. "Boss!" Chen Nanqing roared.
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