East Africa.
The Elwag area.
This place was at a high altitude, located in a mountainous area, and lacking in freshwater resources. There were neither rich mineral deposits nor fertile arable soil, only endless poverty and backwardness.
Except for extremist forces, civilian armed forces, and large and small arms brokers, almost no one would have the slightest interest in this barren land.
Besides, even those who were interested in this place were rarely interested in the land itself. Instead, they were interested in the nearby cities, villages, and bases of the Humanist Convoy that could be reaped from them.
In the past, although they robbed and kidnapped, they rarely killed people. Although the nearby government authorities hated this disease, they were powerless against this tumor. Although the neighboring country had applied for military assistance more than once, the authorities naturally wouldn't agree easily because it was easier to invite them in than to send them away.
Hence, this lawless zone that was filled with chaos and evil maintained a balance for more than a decade in a bizarre manner, becoming a breeding ground for terrifying plagues.
However, something unexpected had happened to this situation recently.
A large number of military units began to gather in the area, and the police and militias of nearby towns set up checkpoints and checkpoints along the main traffic roads, surrounding the entire area inside and outside.
Even the wild goats living nearby could smell the smell of gunpowder that gradually filled the air and began to migrate towards the east.
It was as if a match had been thrown into a pile of gasoline barrels. The Ellevag region, which had been stable for decades, was like a pot of boiling water, boiling in an instant.
"Why don't we just let this place rot?"
Standing next to General Katzno, Colonel Abati squinted at the fortifications not far away and said, "Anyway, the main ethnic group living in this land is not our Somalis. Isn't it good to let those foreign untouchables fend for themselves?"
Elwag was a tough nut to crack.
Even if the UA military landed here, it would be difficult to pull this tumor out of the desert in a short time.
Of course, the main problem was that it was impossible for the militants active in the local area to confront them on the battlefield. Instead, they would use the complex terrain to carry out guerrilla warfare.
Not to mention that they only gathered three infantry divisions here, even if they doubled the number, it would be difficult to gain an advantage.
"Because the idiot who occupied this area did something stupid and completely annoyed a new overlord. Now we have to convince the superpower in the east that we have nothing to do with these people. "
Holding the binoculars in his hand, General Katzno's eagle-like eyes were filled with solemnity. "Besides, they promised to support us in recovering this area and help us rebuild this place."
"Support? How could they provide support? Air raids? Or are you going to distribute leaflets? "
When he said this, Colonel Abati's face was full of ridicule.
It was a mistake that all amateurs made when they got involved in the Somali situation.
When the militants split up and entered the city, alleys, or deep in the mountains, even if all the fighter jets from the nearby US airbase were used, it would not have any effect.
This battle was destined to be a failure.
Apart from plunging the regional situation, which had been stabilized with great difficulty into chaos again, and letting other countries see their incompetence in dealing with overseas military conflicts, no substantial progress would be made.
"They didn't explain in detail. They just told us to wait for their news." General Katzno put down the binoculars in his hand and did not express any opinion. He simply said, "Anyway, we don't have to take the lead. We just have to wait quietly."
…
On a hill crisscrossed with ravines, Marach, dressed as a shepherd, used the binoculars in his hand to look at the camp of the regular army in the distance. His eyes were full of gloominess.
At this moment, a strong man with an AK on his back crawled up the mountain road behind him and reported to him in a nervous tone.
"The Somali authorities have gathered at least three divisions here. It seems that they are determined to deal with us."
"What about the border between Kenya and Ethiopia?"
The dark-skinned man gulped and spoke.
"They have closed the border and increased patrols …"
The retreat route has been blocked …
The situation was quite serious. It could even be said that it was a matter of life and death.
However, there was not a trace of fear on the face of this bearded man. Instead, a cruel smile appeared on his face.
His army, or rather, his tribe, was one of the military forces occupying this ownerless land. In addition to him, there were many other large and small military forces living here.
Although they were usually in a state of disunity, once they encountered the invasion of "external forces", or someone tried to end the chaos in the area, all the active armed forces of this generation would temporarily put aside their conflicts and stand on the same front against the external forces.
Marach wasn't worried at all that he might lose.
Not to mention the tens of millions of dollars worth of firearms in his hands, even without these firearms, he had never been afraid of the armies of the three nearby countries.
Once this war was dragged into a cruel tug-of-war, the displaced refugees would hit the entire East African region. At the same time, under the two-pronged internal and external pressure, the weak Somali authorities would be the first to collapse.
However, at this moment, an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness rose in his heart.
It was as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.
Marach suddenly realized something. He raised his head and looked at the sky.
However, there was nothing but a clear sky. Forget about the shadow of fighter jets, he couldn't even find a large cloud.
Is it an illusion?
The uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger.
He couldn't help but clench his fists. Just when Marach began to mutter in his heart, he suddenly saw a few black spots against the glaring sunlight.
The black spots were small.
If it weren't for the fact that he was looking in that direction, he would have ignored it.
Marach's throat moved up and down. He reached out to the binoculars and muttered.
"Sh * t, what is that?"
However, before he could finish his sentence, a violent tremor came from under his feet, followed by billowing smoke and fire two kilometers away, almost throwing him to the ground.
When he steadied himself and looked in that direction, the blood in his chest rushed to his head.
"No!!!"
That was the ammunition depot he deployed nearby, which contained enough bullets and IEDs to arm at least two guerrilla teams.
Marach's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the flames rising into the sky. He searched the sky in horror, trying to find out where the airstrike came from.
However, it was as if the enemy didn't exist. Every falling artillery shell seemed to have eyes.
Only the flames that constantly lit up the ground, as well as the fixed defense facilities and ammunition depots that were accurately cleared announced that something was flying above their heads, venting fierce firepower at them.
Marach grabbed the walkie-talkie and roared with all his strength. He commanded the surviving men to transfer the ammunition to a safe place and ordered the soldiers on the front line to disperse immediately. He was ready to fight the enemy's ground forces.
However, at this moment, Marach did not realize that the first round of airstrikes was only the beginning.
The nightmare that belonged to all of them had just begun.
The black spots floating in the air finally revealed their true appearance.
They were "black coffins" tied by parachutes.
They were slightly larger than the airborne capsules of the orbital airborne soldiers, but not by much.
Under the cover of airstrikes, they were like dandelions. They landed smoothly all over the battlefield and were deployed vertically on the ground.
Soon after, after a smooth landing, the hatches inlaid on the four walls of the black coffins opened one after another, revealing drones embedded in the brackets on the inside of the bulkhead.
The signal lights were all lit up in an instant. Accompanied by the buzzing sound of electric motors, the drones were like a swarm of hornets. Under the guidance of satellites and ground terminals, they entered the messy battlefield.
Those drones were only a little bigger than two adults' palms. If you counted the wings, they would be the size of about four palms. Small-caliber muzzles and exposed magazines were suspended under the chassis. Often, a dive could result in a bloody storm.
The flames that shot up into the sky and the flames from the muzzles illuminated the fear on every militant's face. The airstrike that came out of nowhere had almost destroyed all of their ammunition stores on the ground and even in the tunnels. Now, they had to face a group of bloodthirsty "bees."
It was almost impossible to hit those little guys hundreds of meters away. In contrast, the drones could rely on their flexible bodies to move freely on the battlefield.
Marach knew about drones. Compared to most of his compatriots, he had experience fighting against the US military as a mercenary in North Africa, so he had seen some of the "world".
In fact, it was very easy to shoot these things down. When they foolishly flew in, a shuttle would be fired in their direction, and they would basically be able to shoot them down.
They didn't even need a gun; they could just pick up a stone.
However, what terrified him was that these drones seemed to have a brain. Not only did they know how to use bunkers to exchange fire with them, but they also knew how to use simple firepower suppression and outflank tactics to carry out surgical cleaning of their fixed fortifications.
It was as if every drone was controlled by a professional battlefield engineer …
…
The flames that rose into the sky almost stole the limelight of the sun. The billowing smoke from the hills, the Gobi, and the dead forest connected to the clouds in the sky. The wind, which carried rolling yellow sand, swept across the messy battlefield, as if it carried a hint of rusty killing intent.
Not only was Marach searching for traces of the bombers, but the Somali army watching the bombing five kilometers away, the border guards on the borders of Sony and Soe, and even the US military base hundreds of kilometers away, everyone was desperately searching for where the airstrike came from.
There was no trace of the plane on their radar.
Forget about the plane, there wasn't even a big bird!
Artillery?
But how is this possible?
How can there be such accurate artillery in the world?
And the most important thing is, how did they find those ammunition depots?
Did they guess?
General Katzno put down the binoculars in his hand. His eyes were filled with shock.
Standing next to him, Colonel Abati, who was previously full of disbelief, also had the same expression of shock written on his face at this moment.
He gulped and spoke.
"Did the People's Liberation Army warn of an airstrike?"
"Yes …"
"Did you hear the sound of fighter jets?"
"No … Their aircraft carrier is probably still in the East China Sea."
"What kind of plane can fly so far?"
"I don't know, don't ask me."
"Then … Let's go forward?"
"Get in the car first."
At this point in the battle, there was no suspense.
The emergency plans discussed in the previous combat meeting seemed to have no chance to be used.
Of course, there was no doubt that this was a good thing.
He even had a strong feeling in his heart.
Perhaps this war was about to end very soon …
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