Run, keep running, Uncle Black ran like a cheetah in the jungle, the muscles of his whole body had been graved, and the skin on his face even trembled and became hideous.

Not only that, this black uncle also has the potential to be an actor, he cried and ran away with an earth-shattering roar "I don't want to die...... Yes...... Help me, who's going to save me......"

Uncle Black ran like Forrest Gump on the rugby field, running so persistently, in the chaotic crowd, he rushed left and right, and in a short time broke through the corner of the French defense line and entered the most chaotic street.

"You, you...... It's you, retreat with the group of refugees...... Order!Everybody keep order!You run a fart, are cheap and worthless!" The soldier rushed up and snapped two whips, and Uncle Hei was trembling at the time.

"My home was blown up, please save my family...... All my possessions are gone, woo woo woo!" Uncle Black is definitely possessed by the actor, and crying is miserable.

"Alright, alright...... Hurry up and get out, if you affect our defense, I'll shoot you!" The master chief pushed him away, he didn't have time to deal with this aggrieved nigger at all, the whole long street was already in chaos, and the order was out of control.

Uncle Black pinched the fireworks in his pocket, looked in the direction of his home with trepidation, and then resolutely squeezed through the crowd and walked into a white adobe house.

The Dakar region is a typical arid desert region of Africa, and the houses here are made of wood, reed, grass and mud matchboxes, low and simple, but much more advanced than those tribal grass sheds.

Art-loving blacks are natural graffiti masters, and all such houses in Dakar are painted in a variety of paints in a rich color.

Since the rainfall is not high, these adobe houses have flat roofs, and they are full of dead branches, grains and other miscellaneous items, and many of the family's clothes need to be dried here, so it is not a problem to hide a few people in the pile of debris.

Uncle Hei deducted several pieces of adobe, fixed the bright red fireworks firmly to the roof, crushed the white wax seal, turned his head and jumped down, and ran wildly in the direction of his home.

"Oh my God, my wife and children are left at home...... I'm going to save him!" he roared, and he ran out of the alley.

Sou...... There was a muffled bang, and a fiery red firework suddenly bloomed in the sky, and the surrounding French soldiers looked at the fire in the sky in horror and shouted, "What is this? The enemy has infiltrated...... Search for me!"

The fireworks in the sky had not yet dispersed, followed by another whoosh, and a second fireworks also exploded in mid-air, followed by a third.

The Zhiyuan clearly saw the three signal fireworks rise into the air, and they had already arranged the fireworks signal before the battle, orange means no shelling, and bright red means that the target can be shelled.

Xiang Ying shouted, "The main gun automatically looks for the target, three rapid fires!"

"Target Dakar Avenue...... Direction 2:50...... Elevation angle 30 degrees...... Three rapid-fire ......" there was an excited cry on the Zhiyuan.

Rumble...... Rumble...... Rumble...... The loud sound of the main cannon firing was deafening, and the sound of the cannonballs flying in mid-air was like the whirring of three locomotives.

The French and refugees on Main Street are unaware of the coming of death, and the chaotic soldiers are still searching for the source of the signal fireworks.

Boom Boom Boom ...... A huge wave of explosion gas covered the entire street, and the soldiers at the center of the explosion had become fly ash in the air without even realizing it, and the whole person was evaporated, and there was not even a bit of bone residue left.

Hundreds of human bodies were tossed into the air by the shockwave, torn to pieces by the force of a few seconds, and then turned into a rain of corpses and pieces of flesh crackling down.

People who were close to the epicenter of the explosion were lucky, because the rate of death had already exceeded the speed of the human nervous system, and they could be said to die quickly and painlessly.

The soldiers and refugees around Blastheart weren't so lucky, as the heat blast burned the skin of the people, revealing bright red veins and pink muscles like skinned rabbits, and screams of pain shook the city.

The skin of the swishing shells cut off people's limbs, and the blood in the major arteries spurted out more than a meter away, and it could not be blocked no matter how they were blocked.

The three salvos of the 210-caliber main gun directly blew up a hell on earth, and the power was already terrible. Two companies of French troops, plus three or four hundred fleeing refugees, were killed in the explosion, and the remaining half were seriously wounded and completely incapacitated.

Liu Anchen, who was hiding a block away, was dizzy, their eardrums were buzzing, the sand above their heads fell down, and the black mother and son who were grizzled and controlled were even more frightened, covering their mouths with each other and not daring to make a sound.

Just when the special combat team members were about to find out the results of the battle, suddenly the door was knocked open, and a tall figure fell to the ground with a pop.

The mother and son rushed over and the family hugged and cried, and Uncle Black had several sharp wooden thorns inserted in his buttocks, which showed that even his speed like a cheetah did not escape the power of the shock wave, but at least he came back alive.

"Very good, you did a good job, reward!" Liu Anchen gave an order, and another soldier stuffed Uncle Hei with a handful of golden francs.

"Brothers, set off and clean up the battlefield...... Send orange flares, beware of accidental injuries! It's fucking cool, this battle has to be fought like this!"

Liu Anchen was just about to leave the house, but Uncle Black behind him pounced on the ground and firmly hugged his feet.

"Dear sir, can you give me another chance...... I can still run, I'm the fastest guy in the Dakar...... Let me make a little more money, earn a few more gold coins, and I will be able to buy a fishing boat in the future!"

"You give me money, I sell my life to you......"

Damn! The brothers are dizzy, this is really asking for money and not dying! But this is fine, it is better to be cooked than to be cooked, this kind of thing of killing people and setting fires, doing it once can make people addictive!

When the marines quietly approached the scene of the shelling, Rao is that these soldiers were well-informed and had been on the battlefield for a long time, and they could not stand the smell of human flesh in the air, and many soldiers threw up the ruins and broken walls.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a hell on earth, three craters more than two meters deep are steaming on the street, and there are splattered corpses all around, and the soldiers' leather boots have nowhere to put their feet, so to speak, stepping on human flesh.

"Oh my God! If the war continues like this in the future, what else do we soldiers do? Two companies of more than 200 people will be all gone in an instant......?

Liu Anchen wiped his mouth: "Let's go, move forward quickly, don't think so much about useless! This is war, this is the cruel law of the jungle, if we don't catch up, it will be us ......who will be bombed at that time."

"Search the civilian area, every house must not be missed, hurry up and ......"