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Chapter 309 This is how militants are made
Hawadi Street turned into a battlefield, the helicopters in the sky kept pouring bullets and rockets, and the militias and rangers on the ground were fighting in full swing.

Besides the two warring parties, there are also a group of poor "innocents" living here——

Civilians of Mogadishu!
Ali Muhammad is still a student, only 14 years old this year, tall and thin, with prominent cheekbones and a few beard hairs just sprouting from his chin.

He is studious and diligent, and he works hard.

I just want to have a home where I can sleep peacefully at night without worrying about being bombed to death through my own efforts.

For his dreams and goals, Ali does not miss any time on weekdays. Every morning he goes to church to learn English and business, and in the afternoon he helps his parents take care of the small shop he opened north of the Olympic Hotel.

The front door of the store is on the side of Hawadi Boulevard, diagonally across the boulevard from Galle's house.

Fighting broke out nearly half an hour ago, and the American Rangers, whom Ali was already familiar with, descended from the sky in a helicopter.

Seeing the helicopter dive towards the ground, gunshots began to ring out randomly.

Knowing that something big was about to happen, Ali immediately ran to the hamburger and candy shop opened by his father in fear, and peeped out through the crack of the door without even daring to breathe.

Ali saw the American soldiers rappel down and land at the intersection of Hawadi Boulevard.

His shop was just at the corner of the intersection, and the door of the house opened to the south. The rangers who got off leaned against the wall as soon as they landed, and there was only one wall between Ali and Ali.

Ali could tell that these soldiers were different from those who had come to deliver food before.

They were dressed in bulletproof vests, with weapons strapped to their chests, like wolves armed to the teeth. They looked so fierce that Ali instinctively feared them.

He knew that this place would soon become a battlefield, and it would be dangerous to stay here.

But he was afraid, he dared not go out.

He knew that he should stay away from the door now, otherwise stray bullets would pierce through the door and kill him, but the parents and siblings he was expecting to appear still stood guard in front of the door.

Less than 2 minutes passed.

Ali saw the emergence of armed militiamen. They were sitting in a car with guns, rushed all the way along Hawadi Avenue, and fought with American soldiers.

Fortunately, the pickup truck failed to rush over in the end, and no one shot at his door. Ali, who was hiding in the room, could continue to be a bystander.

The 10 or so armed militiamen on the truck got off the truck and started shooting each other with the American soldiers.

Bullets whizzed past his eyes.

Ali saw the Somalis in the car with their own eyes, blood spattered by bullets.

He is even more scared!

Suddenly, Ali saw his 8-year-old brother appearing in the alley opposite, crying in fear and running home.

It seems that they don't know that the street that needs to be crossed to go home has become a battlefield.

Realizing that his younger brother might be in danger, Ali opened the door and yelled at the opposite side, telling his younger brother not to go out of the alley, but to hide inside and not come out.

It's a pity that the gunshots on the street were too loud, and Ali's words didn't help.

Seeing his elder brother's appearance, the younger brother sped up his running speed, and soon rushed into the street of Hawadi where the bullets were flying.

"Shhhhhhhhhh..."

Bullets come and go, all over the street.

Ali just watched helplessly, his youngest brother fell in the middle of the road, bleeding profusely from his head, and there was no further movement.

He is only 8 years old!
Ali witnessed this scene with his own eyes. Seeing his brother die tragically on the road, he collapsed until his eyes went dark and his brain went blank.

At this time, a helicopter flew over at a low level, and the gun barrel on the side of the fuselage sprayed out a long flame.

Ali didn't know what this gun was called, but he only knew that it was like the devil's claws, instantly destroying the street on one side beyond recognition.

The armed militia at the other end were silenced, and the American soldiers stopped firing.

The gunshots in the streets are gone!
Ali, who recovered from his fear, ignored the danger of being killed by bullets, and hurried out to find his younger brother, hoping that he was still alive.

When I ran to him, I found that my brother's head...had been split open like a watermelon.

"Da da da……"

Another pickup truck rushed over, and its heavy machine gun fired at the rangers, completely ignoring Ali who was still standing in the middle of the road.

Ali heard the bullets whizzing past his head and knew that another firefight was about to take place here.

In order not to be intercepted and killed like his younger brother, he could only suppress the fear and sadness in his heart, and ran along the street to the left into the alley.

The reason why he didn't go home was because he was going to find his father and mother.

The younger brother is dead, and he can no longer lose his loved ones.

Ali desperately ran along the alley, away from the intersection where the rangers and militia were fighting, turned left at the end of this dirty alley, and entered a new alley.

After running around for several minutes, Ali finally came to the back of the Olympic Hotel.

Before the fighting broke out, Ali remembered that his father and mother came to this hotel to complete the daily supply with prepared hamburgers and candies.

Ali pushed the door, but couldn't get in.

In order to protect themselves, the people in the hotel have sealed the front and rear doors and windows.

Ali couldn't get in, he could only hide.

There were screams outside at this time, the streets were crowded with fleeing women and children, and the ground was littered with dead bodies and animal remains.

Some were running towards where the fighting was taking place, others were running in the opposite direction.

Others looked like they didn't know where to run.

He saw a naked woman running down the street like crazy, waving her arms and screaming, not knowing what she was doing.

The roar of the helicopter overhead was deafening, and the crisp sound of machine gun shooting echoed all around.

There are more and more militiamen in Aidid on the street, holding loudspeakers and shouting in Somali, asking Somalis to come out and protect their homes together.

Ali knew these speakers, and people in this place called them "magic words."

They are Aidid's private armed forces, they only have rice and khat in their eyes, and there are also private armed forces specially used by warlords and rich people.

In order to get these things they want, they will cut off the heads of the rebels at any time.

Ali was just a student and a part-time shopkeeper before. The reason why he joined Aidid's militia was to protect his shop from the "magic words".

But now everything has changed!
The Rangers had broken into his home and had just killed his brother right in front of his eyes, though he wasn't at all sure the bullets came from the GIs.

But this is not important anymore.

He radically believed that if the Americans hadn't come, his brother wouldn't have died.

I completely forgot about these peacekeepers, who have been risking being attacked and killed by the Aidid militia, sending them various food and providing medical assistance.

Most of the civilians in the city have received assistance from peacekeeping forces.

Now hearing the "call" of the Aidid militia, Ali, who is full of extreme hatred, has given up his dream of having a peaceful homeland.

It felt like it was time for me to stand up and fight for my homeland.

Ali gave up going into the restaurant to find his parents, and ran out of the hiding place with mixed emotions of panic, anger and excitement.

Turn left from the back of the hotel back to the street and run across Hawadi Avenue to the home of my friend Ahmad 200 meters away.

The AK-47 he was issued with when he joined the Aidid militia was hidden there.

After returning to his friend's house to get the gun, he and Ahmed, who was about to leave, gathered several friends and told them about his brother.

Ali's friends have been brainwashed and unanimously decided to avenge his brother.

They first hid behind a wall behind the hotel, facing the stationary ranger convoy, and Ali started shooting for the first time in his life.

Then they continued to move north, taking cover in cars and buildings, and kept shooting at American soldiers.

Ali has read books and is smarter. He always jumps out from time to time, shoots at the rangers, and then runs away to avoid them.

Some of his friends, like him, used their familiarity with the terrain to change places with one shot.

If an American plane flew over, they hid in the house, just sticking the barrel of the gun out of the corner of the street, and shot it without looking at it.

None of them had ever fought, and none of them had been trained.

They just want revenge, and their hearts are full of hatred.

The rangers' marksmanship is better and their firepower is strong enough. Ali's harassing attack, no matter how cautious they are, will soon pay the price.

One of Ali's friends, Adan Wasawi, jumped out and fired at the wrong time.

Just hit the line of the heavy machine gun.

The destructive power of the .50 bullet was terrifying. It hit the stomach but half of the stomach disappeared, and he immediately fell on his back on the street.

Ali braved the danger of a hail of bullets, and another friend dragged Dan to the bunker.

During the dragging process, it left a trail of blood, shattering intestines, viscera, minced meat, etc., mixed with plasma and falling to the ground along the way.

Seeing Adan who was vomiting blood and viscera with his mouth full, Ali's head exploded.

The former good student disappeared completely.

There was only one "militant" who was full of hatred, no longer had the ability of personal subjective judgment, and only had the idea of ​​revenge.

His eyes were red and he swore—

Two Americans must be killed, one is for revenge for his brother, and the other is for his friend Adam.

End to death!

(End of this chapter)