Red Alert Somalia

ps: Huaihua really has a deep obsessive-compulsive disorder. I go to bed at 8:30 and wake up before one point. Then I wash my face, brush my teeth, boil water, instant noodles, and code words.

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However, the Yarusha squadron leader suddenly entered the village from the back of the village. There was a sudden jump, and the villagers closed their doors one after another.

"A group of two, search each house. Pay attention to safety." After Yarusha finished, a gun butt smashed through the broken courtyard door, and the two special forces alternately covered each other's entry.

Soon there were doorbreaks in other courtyards, and women's panic calling.

Then Yarusha entered the room and saw an old ak47 on the wall. The front sight was a bit crooked, so he took off the magazine and looked empty, then pushed the receiver release button neatly, opened the top cover, and set the return spring. , The bolt and other parts were taken out, but the bolt was put in the pocket.In this way, the whole gun is useless.The other parts are just thrown away.

In Somalia, like many Arab countries, the villagers generally hide all kinds of guns in their homes. The prolonged war has also caused a large number of light weapons to be scattered among the people.Even the advanced ak74 is not uncommon in Afghanistan.The memorial left by the Afghan War and the Chechen War, apart from the trauma in the heart, is the scattered weapons that continue to cause trauma to people.

The experienced squadron leader quickly discovered the hole in the sheepfold in the backyard and uncovered the narrow wooden plank, which was completely black.The tactical flashlight can see nothing but a few rotten potatoes.

"Sir, I'm going to see?" Behind him, Special Force Ashhan asked in a low voice.

"Boy, I want to take you home safely." Yarusha smiled softly, stopping the impulse of his men.No one knew what was below. When he saw this narrow cave, he remembered the scene of watching a US-Vietnam War movie: a soldier was driven into the cellar by the officer, and he saw two frightened girls pulling grenade and thin arms. Covering his face, his hand stretched forward with a green grenade that filled the soldier's pupils, and the soldier had time to yell, and all the people above saw were a cloud of white smoke.

"Then shall we go down and search?"

"It's necessary to go down, but it's not so reckless." Yarusha said, turning into a shock bullet from his waist, and said: "The best way is this!"

Speaking of Yale Salad, he opened the shock bomb and pulled out the safety ring. After waiting for 2 seconds, he whispered: "Go and pray to Allah!".He threw it into the cellar casually, with a flexible foot hook, and the wooden board covered the hole.The two were lying sideways at the same time.With a bang, the wooden planks were blown away by the shock wave, and a few pieces of sawdust went straight into the grass top of the sheep pen.

"Okay, I'll go down first, you cover." Yale Sharly jumped down, and under the blue and white flashlight was a half-dead family, with big horrified eyes, hands and feet twitching slightly.

The man sat on the ground with two eyes and leaned on a few sacks with his legs spread apart. He weakly held a wooden akm in his hand, a slipper hung on his left foot, and his right foot was bare. The slippers were blown to the corner by the shock wave.The woman behind the sack is holding 3 children. The black turban has been swept away, her black curly hair is combed into a ponytail, her eyebrows are slender, her eyes have dark circles, her face is pretty good, and her mouth is drooling. Vomiting, 3 children have been fainted by the shock.

Yarusha breathed a sigh of relief, opened the ak in the man's hand with his rifle, and shouted, "The danger is relieved, come down and help me." Then he drew his pistol and turned on the tactical light, and turned off his 97-type rifle and turned the tactical flashlight to an oblique angle. Carry.Carrying the akm on his back, the pistol stayed on the man's head.

There was a ladder in the corner, and Ashham struggling to carry the man up. The body odor made Ashham frown, but he didn't say anything.Yarusha inspected the sacks in the cellar and found nothing valuable except potatoes.After the examination, he climbed up the ladder and did not care about a woman and three children.

The two tied up the man and prepared to be dragged away by someone. When they looked up, they saw a young man rushing in with a rifle. The young man subconsciously yelled, "Brother" when he saw the dumb man.At the same time, realizing that it was not the opponent of the two, he ran away.Yarusha reacted swiftly, rushed forward with a stride, raised his hand with two shots, one shot in the leg and the other in the right shoulder, the young man staggered to the ground.

Ashham caught up and stepped on the rifle, holding the 97-style in his hand against the back of the young man's head.Yarusha picked up the rifle and shook his head with a wry smile. It was a Lee Enfield rifle with a 7.7 mm caliber and 10 rounds of ammunition.British standard weapons during World War II.Pakistan and India acquired a large number of these revolving back-pull shooting rifles after the war, and a large number of them were left in Africa.I did not expect that such an antique would be developed in such a place.However, the antique is not fake, but the lethality is not small.

When Arthur Hardy knew that there was nothing wrong, he relaxed.However, still clueless, he had no solution, and walked two steps with his head down, the carpet was covered with soil marks of military boots, and he walked under the window.I found a shallow shoe print not far away. If it were not for the angle of sunlight, I would not find this very light-contrast shoe print. I was suddenly wary. It is not allowed to wear shoes in the chapel, and most people do not. Make this mistake of principle.

Someone has been here. He squatted down and looked closely. It was the pattern of hiking boots, and it was the foundation of the world famous Timberland brand, because he also had a pair.Who would wear a pair of designer boots for less than $200 in this place? The answer is clear.

Roger didn't know what he was doing when he watched the chief pouting his ass and lying on the floor. He thought that the chief believes in Islam, but the chief doesn't even believe in Buddhism.But Islam can marry 4 wives... While thinking about it, I heard Arthur Hadi shout, "Rojek, come here."

The big black quickly agreed and hurried over.

The carpet has been uncovered. Arthur Hardy tapped the tile with a bayonet to find the hollow piece, but after listening for a long time to find nothing, Roger walked over and stepped on a few tiles with his big foot, feeling a little numb. Said: "Sir, I suggest to hand in more people to turn this place upside down."

"Boom!" After saying that he kicked the wall, and only heard a loud sound, the two were startled, the wall is hollow!Arthur Hardy scratched the wallpaper with a bayonet a few times, and a wooden board was fixed on the wall. It should be a hidden door.

The shotgun in Roger's hand was aimed at the plank, and he shouted the chief to avoid it.Arthur Hardy dodged, and with a gunshot, the plank was smashed by a lead bullet. Arthur Hardy took off an offensive grenade and was about to throw it in.

"Da da da da," a string of bullets shot out, and bricks flew on the hitting wall.

"All teams pay attention and call for support. A dark hole is found in the mosque. Units outside the village pay attention to prevent the enemy from breaking through."

Arthur Hardy yelled into the microphone and pulled off the fuse of the thunder. When the gap was shot in the hole, a loose safety ring was thrown in. There was a loud noise, and the bricks mixed with screams came out, while the smoke had not cleared. Arthur Hardy jumped in. He was stepping on a soft object. He couldn't stand still and just got down. The m4a1 carbine in his hand fired, and a string of bullets shot out. He estimated that there were 3 or 5 bullets left. , Quickly took out a new magazine and put it on. Seeing that there was no response in front, it was about to crawl forward.

Another person fell behind, and then pressed hard on Arthur Hardy.Arthur Hardy felt that his ribs were crushed, his internal organs were in pieces, his chest became muddy, his throat became sweet, his face was sprayed with some liquid from under him, and he resisted the pain and wiped it. He turned his face and snorted, "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry sir, I didn't see it clearly." The tower-like Roger squatted and picked up Arthur Hardy with one hand. He felt a little sticky in his hands. He leaned to his nose and smelled blood. "Sir, you are injured. Up?"

"No, really bad luck, it's the dead man at the foot," Arthur Hardy endured the pain, and touched his body forward. Under the flashlight, the road ahead was a turn and there were blood stains on the ground.My heart was shaken, "Some of them are injured and they can't run far to catch alive."

The two of them alternately covered and went forward, chasing after each other. When encountering a turn, Roger took a shot, and the lead bullet flew horizontally, and sparks shot across the rock wall.Arthur Hardy almost broke his ribs when he was crushed. He endured the pain, his face was covered in blood, he looked hideous, and Roger was secretly surprised when he saw him.

The two sides fought and retreated. They didn’t know how many people there were. They chased for a while and turned a corner. They saw that there was a sandbag in front of them, half a person tall. Arthur Hardy’s heart was not good. He bent his legs and his body was Going short.In an instant, the sandbag on the opposite side spouted a foot-long tongue of fire, and the bullet swished past the top of the head.

The crisp sound of the rpk machine gun continued. Fortunately, Arthur Hardy reacted quickly and could not be avoided. He used all fours together, and climbed to the corner, and felt that the neck was wet. The left hand touched the backpack and it broke. Kouzi, a can of beans opened the skylight, and the beans and soup flowed down the clothes.With a shake of his hand, he threw out most of the remaining cans.

With another ding sound, the squatting Roger yelled to Allah, with a smoking former Soviet Union grenade in his arms. Arthur Hardy was too late to think about it, and he missed the national curse: "Fuck me!"

Throwing the grenade out of the corner, the grenade exploded almost without hand. Fortunately, the wooden handle grenade tube burned longer. If it was faster, the two of them would have to be blasted into four pieces if they were wearing body armor.A gust of wind blew over the stone, his left hand was too late to retract, his palm felt numb, and the tactical glove was pierced by stone chips.

Arthur Hardy endured the severe pain, took off his gloves, his hands dripping with blood, and lingering fears said: "I almost went to see Allah."

"Rpk, these guys are really hard to deal with." Roger took a look at the injury on Arthur Hardy's hand. Fortunately, he had tactical gloves, otherwise his palm would rot early, but the machine gun in front would be difficult to handle.Like the ak-47, the rpk machine gun is the most popular in the Arab world and Africa. It is only a machine gun that everyone knows well. It is also the most easily purchased weapon for militants and terrorist organizations. The bullets are also well supplemented, and the lethality is still very high. Not bad.

"After a hundred bullets, this is our chance." Arthur Hardy simply wrapped his hands with a bandage, brought back the broken gloves, and said.