Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Somalia, this hellhole famous for pirates, is talked about with fear by the whole world, and everyone knows what it is like here.

It is a chaotic and lawless place.

One thing must be made clear, Somalia is not just one city or a few cities, but a country with a population of over 10 million.

Located at the throat of the Gulf of Aden, it is known as the Horn of Africa.

However, even such a strategic location that was fought over by military strategists was forced to give up by the two super giants, Citigroup and Bear.

In other words, this place is beyond saving.

If there is a hell in the world, it must be Somalia right now.

In later generations, Somalia at least maintained the basic form of a country, but now it is simply a huge purgatory where people are eaten without leaving any bones.

Over a vast territory of more than 60 square kilometers, there are hundreds of local armed forces of all sizes, and self-proclaimed kings are everywhere.

These separatist forces, either united by surnames, tribes, or in the name of beliefs, fought and conquered each other constantly.

Thousands of people die almost every day from wars and ethnic hatreds, and the atrocities of massacres and village destruction are commonplace and not uncommon.

However, the reproductive capacity of these black guys is not to be underestimated, and is not inferior to that of cockroaches.

Even in such a harsh living environment, Somalia has always maintained its population base, and it has even increased steadily.

In fact, in the early 60s, Citibank and Somalia had a honeymoon period.

They sent troops to Mogadishu and provided weapons, technology and financial support. They also built factories and helped train troops in an attempt to establish a puppet regime.

However, the good times did not last long. In 1964, Citibank fell out with Somalia because it took sides with Ethiopia.

So, Somalia turned to the arms of the Russian bear without hesitation, but the relationship only lasted for two years before they broke up again.

Now, this damn place has been abandoned by both superpowers in the Cold War, and the government is in name only.

Of course, the current chaos and dead end in Somalia is also secretly fueled by the two losers, the United States and the Soviet Union.

These two mortal enemies have a highly unified attitude on this matter: If I can't get it, you can't fucking want it either.

The reason why so much preparation is given is because this damn place is so messy, so messy that even Du Weiguo was shocked.

Near noon, Du Weiguo and his group had just emerged from the submarine. Before they could even get on the raft, they were given a beating.

Their planned landing point was in a jungle, and at the moment it was filled with the sound of gunfire, bang bang, and it was very lively.

With Du Weiguo's rich combat experience of killing tens of thousands of people and his extraordinary hearing, he could clearly distinguish them.

One side used AKM with silencer as main weapon. The shooting rhythm was clear, fast but not chaotic. They should be the elite of Unit A, but their number was very small, only 4.

On the other side, their weapons were mixed and their shots were fired in a disorderly manner without any order, but their numbers were very large, at least over a hundred.

It was obvious that the A-Force tactical team responsible for picking them up was being besieged by unknown armed forces.

"Чтозачерт!"

A few seconds later, Sergei also heard it and was so excited that he cursed in Russian.

"Did these bastards eat Mad Dog Coins? They even dared to attack our people!"

Sergei participated in World War II and was a veteran who had experienced many battles. Naturally, he could judge the current situation of the enemy and us on the field.

Therefore, in addition to being shocked and angry that someone had the guts to provoke them, they were also anxious about the situation of their colleagues.

As the old saying goes, a swarm of ants can kill an elephant. The elite troops of Unit A are already at the end of their strength and are on the verge of collapsing.

"Sir, I'm sorry, there are no crows in the jungle. I can't help you."

Shiina Shouta's eyes quickly returned from completely dark to normal, with an embarrassed expression.

His ability to control crows has become more and more sophisticated, and his progress is so rapid that it can be said to be a leap forward.

Moreover, his eyesight is improving day by day, and he can actively find work to do without being told.

However, Du Weiguo ignored him because it was just nonsense.

The loud gunshots in the woods sounded like New Year's Eve. Even if there were crows, they would have been scared away.

  Everything was going wrong, and the mission was not going well. Miss Hu was also a little angry, and a cold light flashed in her eyes:

"Paddle faster and get closer. I will take care of this group of lawless lunatics."

Rhodes can achieve the unity of man and machine, so the distance from the shore of the Kunpeng he controls has been compressed to the extreme, only less than 2 kilometers.

Just move forward another kilometer and you will reach Miss Hu's mental control area.

"Splash!" As soon as she finished speaking, Du Weiguo dived into the sea.

How fast is Du Weiguo swimming now?

The answer is 12 knots, which is about 22 kilometers per hour, almost 400 meters per minute, nearly 4 times faster than the world record.

The key point is that this is only Du Weiguo's long-distance cruising speed. He can swim more than ten kilometers in one breath at this speed.

If you burst out with full force over a short distance, especially when diving underwater, you can be at least twice as fast.

This is the case at the moment.

After Du Weiguo sank into the sea, it was visible to the naked eye that a water arrow instantly appeared under the water, shooting forward at an astonishing speed.

He jumped out dozens of meters in an instant. At this speed, it would take less than 2 minutes for him to successfully reach the shore.

"Oh my God! This speed is so terrifying, it's almost as fast as a shark!"

It was the first time that Sergei saw Du Weiguo go all out and he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"It's really a bit too fast. It seems that Du Da has become stronger again."

Miss Hu frowned slightly, feeling somewhat jealous.

She felt that Du Weiguo's abilities seemed to be improving at an incredible speed, and the gap between her and him was becoming larger and larger.

A moment later, Du Weiguo jumped out of the sea like a yaksha.

There were only two people left in the A Force tactical team in the jungle, and they were both injured and had run out of ammunition.

The situation is at its wit's end and the whole team is about to be wiped out.

"Bah! These bastards are coming again!"

Behind the tree roots, a man as strong as a big bear threw his rifle, which had run out of bullets and had a red barrel, to the ground and spat blood viciously.

"I'm out of bullets, Igor. I only have one bomb left. Can you still move? If not, let's keep this bomb for ourselves."

Then, he took out the last grenade with some effort and put his finger on the pull ring.

The nickname of this strong man is Big Bear. Facing imminent death, his tone was calm, but his eyes were not.

Reluctance, regret, anger, hatred, ruthlessness, many emotions intertwined with each other, but the only thing not in his mind was fear, because he was not afraid of death.

In later generations, among the world's special forces where strong and capable people emerge in large numbers, the hallmark of the Alpha Unit is their fearlessness and fearlessness of death.

They don't care about life or death, they will fight if they don't accept it. The A Unit is the predecessor of Alpha, and the people in the A Unit are not afraid of death.

Big Bear's only remaining companion was called Igor. This guy was much more seriously injured than him. Most of his left arm was blown off by the grenade, leaving only a strand of flesh and muscle.

"Nonsense, of course I'll throw it out to blast these bastards!"

Igor is a tough guy, a tough guy like steel:

"I can still move. I still have my right hand and a knife. I can definitely kill another nigger. One for eight. I won't pay!"

He pulled out a military dagger from his combat boots with great difficulty, and vomited blood as he spoke.

His eyes were more determined than a big bear's, without any fear. There was only one emotion in his blue eyes: rage! A rage of destruction!

"Good! Hahaha!" The big bear was infected by his fearlessness and laughed.

"Igor, in your next life, you must become a big bitch for me to fuck. I'm kind of in love with you."

"Fuck you!" Igor also laughed: "I will definitely fuck you in my next life!"

"Brother, see you in the next life. I'm proud of you!"

Big Bear patted Igor on the shoulder, picked up a thick branch, and was about to pull the string of the grenade.

"Tatatata~Tatatata~" At this moment, rapid gunfire like a violent storm suddenly rang out.

There was an indescribable sense of rhythm in the gunshots, which instantly suppressed all the chaotic gunshots in the field.

This feeling is hard to describe. It's like when a pack of wolves howl together, the roar of the wolf king always stands out, carrying an overwhelming domineering aura.

Moreover, the dense gunfire sounded like continuous shooting, but to the ears of experienced veterans, it was clearly single-shot shooting at a very fast speed.

At least 10 rounds per second, faster than any automatic mode.

You have to know that pulling the trigger requires a lot of force. Just this incredible hand speed is far better than that of Japan's Kato Ying.

  The key is not only that it is fast, but also extremely accurate, incredibly accurate. Every bullet can accurately take a life. Who can you go to for justice?

Hearing the familiar AKM gunshot, as well as the amazing firing rate and rhythm, Daxiong was stunned for a moment.

He wasn't stunned for long, only about 3 seconds.

In just a short period of time, dozens of armed thugs who had approached Daxiong and his men pounced on them like the wind blowing through wheat waves. Every unlucky guy had his head smashed into pieces, without exception.

The extremely strong smell of blood, mixed with the unique stench of brain matter, instantly filled the entire jungle.

These stragglers were all stunned by this sudden attack.

No one thought that this was the result of one person's efforts. They preferred to believe that this was a counterattack by an organized main force, with at least dozens of sharpshooters attacking at the same time.

"Malihutu! Mali~"

A tall and strong guy with a fierce look, wearing a beret at one angle, who looked like a leader, lay down quickly while shouting something loudly.

However, when he shouted the second time, his head exploded like a watermelon before his body could even touch the ground.

In an instant, dozens of people from this group of armed thugs were killed, and the casualties were even greater than in the previous half-hour fierce battle.

Moreover, the leader had also been shot in the head, and his backbone was gone. The others were frightened by the black gun that was like the Grim Reaper's scythe, and they all looked for cover nearby, lying on the ground and dared not move.

After a brief moment of shock, Big Bear finally reacted.

"Fuck! It's the devil, Igor. It must be the devil himself who came to save us. He is the only one in the world who has such amazing marksmanship!"

His face turned red with excitement. He shouted excitedly and threw the last grenade far away.

"boom!"

  Amid the explosion, Big Bear hugged Igor tightly, his eyes were red, and he roared:

"That's great, brother, you don't have to die!!"

Big Bear is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of the death of his brothers. The iron-like friendship between the men on the battlefield is touching.

  Igor was touched on the wound and grimaced in pain, but he was a tough guy and he resisted the urge to cry out and even made a joke:

"So, Big Bear, do you still love me now? I can barely give your big fat ass a try."

  Upon hearing this, Daxiong felt her anus tighten subconsciously and quickly pushed him away:

"Get lost! Igor, you disgust me, you damn glass!"

"Hahaha!" Igor laughed.

At this moment, they both began to feel grateful for surviving the disaster and were even in the mood to joke. However, the soul-chasing gunshots from Du Weiguo's side never stopped for a moment.

In fact, he did stop, and twice, with an interval of 1 second each time. This was the time he used to change magazines.

It took less than a minute, or 56 seconds to be exact. When Du Weiguo emptied the third spare magazine, the jungle became completely quiet.

His shooting record was 90 bullets, 73 fatalities and 1 minor injury.

The reason why we failed to hit the target every time was that some guys were hiding in very tricky places, either behind rocks or under tree roots.

And what about Du Weiguo? He had to deal with a mob that had no heavy firepower, no coordination, and no tactical coordination.

To him, this was pure target shooting, and it was a fixed target at that.

So he had no interest and was too lazy to move or change his shooting position, so he could only use some unconventional tricks.

For example, several bullets hit the same bullet hole one after another, and this bullet hole happens to be the most vulnerable part of the bunker.

With the help of X-ray vision and Du Weiguo's superb marksmanship, combined with steel-core armor-piercing bullets, it is easy to achieve such an incredible effect.

It was useless to hide anywhere, they could not escape the death. At this point, all the armed thugs who besieged Daxiong and his men were killed.

As for the only wounded man with broken legs, he was of course the one Du Weiguo deliberately left alive.

This guy has a rat-like face and an afro. He has been standing in the back row giving orders. He must be a leader.

However, this guy was both timid and clever. As soon as Du Weiguo showed his power, he turned around and ran away.

Such people are always the best subjects for interrogation.

"boom!"

A moment later, Du Weiguo fell from the sky like a meteor and landed heavily in front of Daxiong and the others.

He took a quick glance at the injuries of the two men. Although they were not light, they were not serious enough to kill him immediately. He took out two bottles of morphine and a tourniquet and threw them to Daxiong.

"Will it work?"

"Yeah." Big Bear nodded.

"Okay, then you can help him deal with it first."

Big Bear didn't waste any time and quickly injected Igor with two injections of morphine. He then decisively cut off his limbs with a dagger and fixed the wound with a triangular belt, barely stopping the bleeding.

Throughout the whole process, the two men did not say even a single extra polite greeting. Everything was kept to themselves, and the tacit understanding and trust between them was at their maximum.

Igor's performance was even more eye-catching and tough, and even Du Weiguo was moved. He was shaking with pain, his teeth were bleeding, but he didn't say a word.

"Thank you, Mr. Wesley."

Only after finishing all these things did Daxiong lean against the tree roots exhausted, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and thanked Du Weiguo.

He didn't talk much and his English was awkward, but his tone was unusually sincere.

As for Igor, he didn't utter a word from beginning to end. This tough guy as strong as a rock had fainted from the pain.

Du Weiguo liked loyal, brave and honest men like Daxiong from the bottom of his heart. He found some of the shadow of the simple-minded Bart in Daxiong.

A few days ago, I heard from Gousheng that because Bat was a third-generation serf, he received special promotion during a special period and has now become the head of the security department.

On the same level as Wang Yang and Wang Xiao, they are known as the three giants of Yanwang Courtyard. One cannot help but sigh at the impermanence of life.

"Mr. Wesley?" Seeing Du Weiguo distracted, Daxiong called out again.

Du Weiguo came back to his senses: "Big guy, do you know me?"

As he spoke, he took out a military flat wine flask from his arms like a magician and threw it to Big Bear.

Big Bear took the wine jug in astonishment, unscrewed the lid, put it to his nose and sniffed it, his eyes immediately lit up.

The wine jug was filled with aged Fenjiu produced in China's Shanxi Province, a strong liquor with an alcohol content of over 50%. This was supplied to him by Xiao Ma before he left Hong Kong Island.

Although Du Weiguo didn't like drinking very much, this stuff was a taste of his memory and could relieve his homesickness, so he didn't refuse it and filled a few wine jugs and placed them in the space.

It is recognized worldwide that the fighting nation loves to drink, and Big Bear is the best among them, addicted to alcohol.

At this moment, he had just been injured and was exhausted. When he smelled the mellow and fragrant aroma of liquor, he immediately ignored everything else.

He raised the wine jug impatiently, took a few big gulps, and let out a long burp. His face suddenly turned visibly red.

"Good wine! Very tasty!" He praised it and then said, "Sir, I have seen you. I went to Outer Mongolia to pick you and your wife up."

His English was very average, with a strong tongue-twisting accent, but Du Weiguo still understood it.

"Oh, thank you so much, big guy. What's your name?"

Big Bear wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and replied naively:

"You're welcome, Mr. Wesley. You saved my life, and my friend's too. My name is Vasily, but everyone calls me Big Bear."

"Ugh~" Suddenly, a few painful groans were heard from the jungle in the distance. It was the guy with the afro whose leg was broken.

  Du Weiguo turned his head and glanced in his direction:

"Big Bear, who are these guys? Why are they attacking you?"

Big Bear took the opportunity to take a few more sips of wine:

"I'm not sure, but the captain just said that this group of hyenas might be coming for these pickup trucks."

"What? Are you here for the car?" Du Weiguo was a little confused. (End of this chapter)