Withdrawal
"Everyone, assemble! Get in the vehicles!"
"Don't take anything! Get in the vehicles first!"
The drivers who had received the order immediately shouted at the top of their lungs.
The Chinese peacekeeping force had come to Somalia fully armed, but they weren't there to fight.
When tribes fought among themselves, they had to remain neutral and absolutely could not get involved. With trouble like this, the farther away they got, the better.
Unless someone relentlessly pursued and attacked the peacekeeping force, they couldn't simply open fire in retaliation.
The peacekeeping force could defend itself, but it couldn't launch an offensive.
At that moment, they couldn't spare a thought for the sound and lighting equipment. Everyone was running for the vehicles, though some still couldn't bear to leave behind their instruments, gripping them tightly in their hands.
Fortunately, everyone had at least some military training and had undergone relevant drills before. Though they were frightened, they hadn't completely lost their heads.
Before they had come to Somalia, their superiors had already considered the possibility of an emergency like this and prepared a response plan.
That foresight allowed the Chinese people, suddenly caught in the midst of a war, to remain panicked but not fall into chaos.
Gunfire rang out in the distance, accompanied by explosions that came one after another. Most of the fighting was concentrated southeast of the Papagana Tribe.
Muzzle flashes and the glare of explosions intermittently lit up the sky. It seemed an armed force was attacking with wild abandon.
Boom!
A rocket shot straight into one of the Papagana Tribe's watchtowers and blew it apart. A violent, flame-wreathed shock wave hurled the entire top of the tower into the air, sending its wooden frame and thatched roof flying.
A second later, the ten-meter-high wooden structure