For an hour and a half, sixteen monk soldiers were carried out to the rear for emergency treatment. Qi Tianlin took the smell of gunpowder and the traces of sand and stones rolling on the combat uniforms, as well as basically wet clothes, and retreated with a large group of monk soldiers carrying guns. It is said that an armed organization affiliated to a democratic alliance to save the country had a weapon reserve next to this market for a long time. So once the war broke out, three or four hundred members of the organization brought people to gather here, which made it a hot spot for combat...

There were not many prisoners, except for the two children, there were seventy or eighty people, and the others were civilians and women. The long-term war situation made Mogadishu’s average life expectancy very short, so there were very few elderly and weak.

The rifle was still hanging on his chest, and the magazine was basically empty. So, except for the tactical vest tightly wrapped around his sweaty body, Qi Tianlin was still much more relaxed. He took off the baseball cap with one hand and pinched it into a ball of sweat. The sweat on his head could not retain the sweat. The sweat beads of beans on his face slid across his cheeks covered with dust and smoke, forming marks. They were all men, and no one cared about these small details. Qi Tianlin laughed loudly and cursed and took the cigar handed over the guards to light it. A group of cheerful little black greeted the boss, performed a mess of chest-beating ceremony, rushed into the position they had just captured, and continued to advance.

The eagle stood at the corner of the street with a rifle, staring at Qi Tianlin and his group blankly. He worked hard several times just now, but he couldn't get excited and rushed into the busy block. After all, he was so old and had already left the battlefield for many years. It was impossible to say the same thing...

Qi Tianlin made a gesture to him and pointed at the direction. As part of the city in the north was knocked down and the camp was cleared out, more than ten Bell helicopters began to transport logistics personnel and medical equipment here in turn. The transport plane could only airdrop the supply, because the airport was in the south, and Qi Tianlin's troops had no intention of seizing the airport first.

It was almost noon, and the siege against Mogadishu was just beginning, but the assault infantry had already been put into operation, and they were divided into three shifts. Now many people are receiving rations from several individual soldiers transported by shuffle foxes on the street for lunch.

Qi Tianlin was no exception. The guards originally wanted to carry him a set of cooking utensils alone, but they were rejected when they set off. Qi Tianlin would rather choose to eat the already tired rations with his subordinates. As long as they are on the battlefield, there is no difference.

His behavior has long been used to by his black subordinates. Ma Jia, Yaya, Dida and others are all like this, completely different from the European and American and African armies. So the Japanese soldiers who entered the city according to their assignments saw this scene, and they made a fuss about the thumbs up.

They came to ask Qi Tianlin for a fight. Qi Tianlin, who was sitting on a big rock on the side of the road, forced himself to swallow rations, nodded casually, took a bottle of water and swallowed it hard before speaking: "You go to the west, the other side is a suburb, the resistance density is relatively small, but the danger of being surrounded by surprise and the periphery is relatively high, and the intensity is not as high as this side, but the ability to judge the scene is even more necessary. If you have this advantage, go and try it!"

The Japanese soldiers accepted the arrangement very excitedly, but asked whether they could let a few people follow here to observe and learn so that there would be differences. Qi Tianlin nodded indifferently and allowed it.

Huntel kept watching from the outside, holding a bottle of water and a pack of rations he received. He weighed it repeatedly but didn't open it to eat. Finally, he handed it to a black man next to him who was a little hungry after the fierce battle. He slowly walked through the armed personnel sitting and lying all over the ground with the water bottle, and came to Qi Tianlin and spoke in English: "You... are you planning to attack like this to capture the city?"

Qi Tianlin's black subordinates would not ask this question. If the boss asked them to do whatever they wanted, they would do whatever they wanted. Even if some of the blacks in other countries were actually very educated and even studied, they would not ask, because they believed in the boss.

The Japanese would not ask, their purpose was to fight. As long as they could be involved in a local battle, they prefer to look at all issues from a military perspective, and the credibility of Cobas Paul and the large defense group company with an annual output of billions, so they would not think about the overall situation.

But bystanders like the Eagle have to ask.

Thousands of people kept attacking such a city in turn, which looked quite fierce, but in fact they were rarely scattered to intersections of various streets.

Mogadishu has an extremely flat city characteristic, built on the sea, with a narrow city of nearly twenty kilometers long and a width of four or five kilometers. Now, from one end to the other side, thousands of people are pushed in three shifts, so that one shift can be basically flattened to the density of one combatant three or four meters. Other peripheral firepower suppresses personnel, and the sniper brigade does not participate in such flat push work. These thousands of people have already lost all kinds of battle losses. As for the lottery, there are more. Even if they take turns to attack and rest, it will take only two or three days at most, and all the energy reserves of all personnel will be exhausted.

Until now, we have only captured two kilometers of blocks in the longitudinal direction. This is still the northern suburbs. Both the houses and population density are lower than that in the city center. When we reach the middle of the city, it is also an early raid. When everyone reacts, the thickness of the enemy facing the front of such an attack will be quite terrifying.

As a minimum military academy system like the Eagle, people will understand that it is a bit unrealistic to attack such a city without more than 100,000 troops plus heavy armored vehicles and air force support.

What's more, this is the capital of a large city. Because the war has been going on for decades, there is already a rule of war here. The proportion of guns is very high. Even foreign institutions stationed here can be used to stationing here, rather than the newly war-torn capital of Lilibo. There is not too much foreign or United Nations agencies. Does Qi Tianlin's cleaning method of demolishing houses in seeing houses need to be cleaned up with foreign institutions and mosques?

Of course, Qi Tianlin would not explain to him where the hundreds of clergymen led by Dida went with the political team, nor why Yaya had not appeared with the two thousand men, nor would he tell him his arrangements, but just smiled faintly and drank the last bit of water in the bottle: "You can choose to fight with me, or you can hide behind and observe. Of course, it would be even more comfortable to go back to the office to blow the air conditioner and play with the secretary..."

There were some people in the middle of the guards around who could understand English, but they laughed without hesitation. Even the Japanese who stayed and deliberately sat close to Qi Tianlin were laughing. Maybe they still felt that Xiuzi, the secretary, hadn't handled Paul Jun?

The eagle's face was a little blue and white. He really couldn't see through Qi Tianlin's structure and arrangements. Now he seemed to realize that Qi Tianlin was not the one he imagined to fight alone, but had a relatively complete strategic and tactical system, so deep that he just stayed by Qi Tianlin and didn't know the depth!

Qi Tianlin didn't care about his feelings at all, so he leaned against the shade of the eaves. The guard next to him immediately took out a small air cushion and gave him a nap to prepare for the afternoon battle.

The eagle could only walk, either by scolding or sitting down. The black bulletproof vest covered with clean T-shirts was so out of place with all the dirty combatants around them...

By four o'clock in the afternoon, the entire attack front had advanced to four kilometers from north to south, with a depth of more than 10 and twenty square kilometers and a width of fifteen kilometers, Mogadishu city had been completely controlled, and almost no personnel outside the Oasis company could stay in this area. All the tens of thousands of civilians and a few disarmed militants were taken away from the city and escorted to the open areas outside the suburbs to knock stones!

Still laying the field airport by yourself...

The speed was indeed as the eagle judged, and it began to slow down...

The first two hours later, the depth of two kilometers was captured, and the next four hours was only two kilometers. The eagle moved forward along the front line, and the mocking expression on his face became stronger and stronger.

Qi Tianlin went to the battlefield twice, but these two times ended the battle within half an hour. His arms and sleeves and pants legs began to become ragged and covered with blood. However, the Japanese who followed him and the monk soldiers to fight became more and more admired. The courage in the battle could infect everyone around Qi Tianlin...

There are more and more wounded people. As a field hospital sent it to a helicopter and built it in a suburban house, it is no longer sent by plane. However, the status of two or three hundred wounded people still shows the intensity and danger of the battle!

Qi Tianlin was still unmoved and was surrounded by a large group of personal guards. He patrolled the entire attack line from east to west. He was still very energetic, but after a fierce battle, the excessive secretion of adrenal hormones was also reflected in almost all soldiers. Once he evacuated the battlefield, he would fall and find a corner to lie down and motionless. Only those who had been on the battlefield understood this uncomfortable feeling of almost half-dead, let alone more or less, and as night fell, he could no longer see the relaxed feeling of being able to play football.

This is the limit that the human body can accept. Being able to fight several games in turn is already a little bold constitution with extraordinary physical strength. If it is a position defense battle, it may be able to last longer, but I don’t know how many times it will be to fight like this lively city combat attack!

Even the last Japanese training group Qi Tianlin saw was so tired that he leaned against the flower bed by the wall, and he didn't have the strength to send the rations to his mouth. However, when he saw Qi Tianlin walking over with his people, he stood up and expressed his respect for the commander. Every team leader and squadron leader who passed by tried his best to report the combat status of his team in a hoarse voice: "The H Squadron 120 people were injured, seventeen people were left without any damage to the battle, and killed 179 enemy personnel and captured 28 people..."

Qi Tianlin frowned a little while under the sunset, using the shadow of the baseball cap brim to cover it. This Japanese soldier was indeed a bit proactive and cruel. The proportion of killing and captives was the largest among all combat teams!

It's really a bit too much to change!
Chapter completed!