East Africa.

Elwag area.

It is located at a high altitude, in the mountains, lacking fresh water resources, neither rich minerals nor fertile arable soil, only endless poverty and backwardness.

Except for extremist forces, civilian armed forces, and large and small arms hackers, few people have a little interest in this barren land.

And even for those interested in this area, this interest is rarely directed at the land itself, but rather for the nearby cities, villages, and people's Taoist teams.

In the past, although they were robbed and kidnapped, they were rarely killed. The nearby zf authorities hated this disease, but they were powerless. Although the neighboring countries have applied for military assistance more than once, the authorities naturally cannot easily nod their heads because of the concern that God is easy to send.

Therefore, this three-in-one zone, full of chaos and sin, has maintained a balance of more than a decade in a strange tacit understanding and has become a breeding ground for the breeding of terror plague.

However, this situation has recently appeared a little unexpected.

A large number of military units began to assemble in the area, and police and militia in nearby towns set up checkpoints and checkpoints along the main roads, leaving a circle around the entire area.

Even the wild goats that live nearby can smell the smell of gunpowder that is gradually filling the air and begin to migrate toward the east.

As if throwing a match on a pile of petrol cans, the Elwag area, which has been stable for decades, is like a boiled boiling water that boils in a flash.

“Why don’t you just let it go so bad?”

Standing next to General Katzno, Colonel Abati squinted at the fortifications not far away, and said, "The main people living in this land are not our Somalis, let those aliens Is it not good for the people to be self-defeating?"

Elwag is a tough bone.

Even if the US military landed here, it would be difficult to pull the tumor out of the desert in a short time.

Of course, the main trouble is that the militants who are active in the local area cannot compete with them on the frontal battlefield. Instead, they will launch guerrillas with their complex terrain.

Not to mention that now they only assemble three infantry divisions here, even if they double it, it is difficult to take advantage of it.

"Because the idiots occupying this area have done a stupid thing, they have completely annoyed a new overlord. Now we have to let the superpower in the east believe that we have nothing to do with these people."

Holding the telescope in his hand, General Katzino’s eagle-like gaze was filled with dignity. "Not to mention their commitment to support us to recover this area and help us rebuild it."

"Support? How to support? Air raid? Or leaflet?"

In saying this, Colonel Abati’s face was full of ridicule.

This is a mistake that all laymen will make when they intervene in the situation in Somalia.

When those armed elements are turned into cities, alleys, and deep mountains, even if they use all the fighters of the nearby US Air Force Base, they will not produce any effect.

This battle is doomed to be impossible.

In addition to letting the situation in the region where it is difficult to stabilize once again fall into chaos and let other countries see their incompetence in dealing with overseas military conflicts, no substantial progress will be made.

"They didn't elaborate, just said that let us wait for their news," put down the telescope in his hand, General Katzno did not make any comments, just said simply, "We don't want us to take the lead anyway, we wait quietly." ""

......

On a hill in a gully, wearing a telescope with a shepherd dressed in Marath, looking at the station of the regular army in the distance, the look in his eyes was filled with haze.

At this time, a man with a strong body and carrying ak behind him, climbed his head from the mountain road behind him, and reported to him in a nervous tone.

"The Somali authorities have assembled at least three divisions here. It seems that they are ready to pack us."

“What about the Kenyan-Ethiopian border?”

I swallowed, and the dark-skinned man said.

"They have closed the border and added patrols..."

The retreat has been blocked...

The situation is quite serious, and it can even be said that it has reached a point of life and death.

However, the man with a beard and a beard had not only a trace of fear, but a hint of cruel smile.

His troops or tribes are one of the military valves that lie in this land of no-owner, and in addition to him, there are many other large and small military valves.

Although they are usually a loose sand, once they encounter the invasion of "external forces", or who tries to end the chaos in this area, all the armed forces active in this generation will temporarily put down their contradictions and stand on the same line. .

Marath is not worried at all that he may lose.

Not to mention the tens of millions of dollars worth of arms in his hands, even without these arms, he has never been afraid of the army of the three nearby countries.

Once this war is dragged into a brutal tug-of-war, displaced refugees will hit the entire East African region. At the same time, under the two-pronged internal and external pressures, the first Somali authorities must be weak.

However, at this time, his heart was inexplicably raised with a sense of uneasiness.

It's like being stared at by a fierce beast.

Suddenly realized what, Marath jerked his head up and looked into the sky.

However, there is nothing but a clear sky, not to mention the shadow of the fighter, or even a large cloud.

Is it an illusion?

The uneasiness in the heart is getting stronger and stronger.

I couldn't help but pinch my fist, and in the heart of Marsh began to groan, hesitating whether to first withdraw from here, he suddenly saw a few black spots against the glare of the sun.

That black spot is black.

If it is not too dense, if he just looks at that direction, he will even ignore it.

The throat was moving up and down, and Marsh reached out to the telescope, and subconsciously recited a sentence.

"...mother, what is that?"

However, before he could completely export his words, the violent tremor came from his feet. With a smoky smoke and fire rising two kilometers away, he almost turned him to the ground.

And when he stood firm, he fixed his eyes and looked in that direction, and the blood in his chest suddenly rushed to his head.

"Do not!!!"

There is a pool of ammunition he deployed nearby, with bullets and ied that can at least arm two swims.

Taking advantage of the blazing fire, Marath's eyes wide open with bloodshot eyes, searching in the sky with horror, trying to find out where the air raid came from.

However, the enemy seems to be non-existent, and every falling shell is like an eye.

Only the fire that constantly illuminates the earth, and the fixed defenses and ammunition depots that were accurately cleared, declared something flying over their heads and venting fierce firepower to them.

Marath grabbed the walkie-talkie, snarled with all his strength, and directed the surviving men to transfer the ammunition to a safe place, and ordered the soldiers on the front line to immediately disperse, ready to be turned into a deadly battle with the enemy’s ground forces. fight.

However, the marathon at this moment did not realize that the first round of air strikes was only a tentative start.

The nightmare of all of them has just begun.

The black spots floating in the air finally revealed its true meaning.

It was a "black coffin" with a parachute.

They are slightly larger than the airborne capsules of the orbital airborne, but not much larger.

Under the cover of the air raids, they are like dandelions, scattered smoothly across the battlefield, vertically deployed on the ground.

Soon after the smooth landing, the hatches that were embedded in the four-walled shell of the black coffin opened, revealing a drone that was only embedded in the bracket on the inside of the bulkhead.

The signal light is almost completely illuminated for a moment. With the buzzing sound of the electric drive motor, a drone is like a wasp that has been nested. Under the common guidance of the satellite and the ground terminal, it has entered a mess. battlefield.

Those drones are only a little bigger than the slaps of two adults. If you count about four slaps on the wing, a small caliber muzzle and an exposed magazine clip are hung under the chassis, often a dive can drop a storm. .

The fire from the sky and the flames from the muzzle illuminate the fear on the face of every militant. From the unknown, the air raids launched by them almost destroyed the ammunition depots that were deployed on the ground and even in the tunnel. Now they Also had to face a group of bloodthirsty "bee colonies."

It's almost impossible to get rid of the little guys who are scattered across hundreds of meters, but in contrast they are able to move freely on the battlefield with a flexible body.

Marath is aware of such things as drones. Compared with most of his compatriots, he has seen some "worlds" because of his experience in mercenaries and the US military in North Africa.

In fact, it is easy to shoot down such things. When they fly in and stupidly, they can basically get down in the direction of their advancement.

Even a gun doesn't necessarily need to be a stone. Maybe a stone can be.

However, what scared him was that these drones seemed to have a long-term mind. They not only used bunkers to exchange fire with them, but also learned to use simple firepower to suppress and tactics, and to perform surgical operations on their fixed fortifications. Clean up.

It’s like every drone has a professional battlefield engineer in the back...

......

The fire that rises from the sky almost captures the limelight of the sun. The smoke from the hills, the Gobi, and the dead wood forests is connected to the clouds of the sky. The wind wrapped in the yellow sand rolled through a messy battlefield, as if with a rust of rust.

It’s not just Maras’s search for bombers. The five-kilometer look looks at the regular bombing of the Somali regular army, the border guards that are on the border between Sony and Soe, and even the US military base hundreds of kilometers away. Everyone is desperately searching for where the air raid came from.

There was no trace of the plane on their radar.

Don't say it's an airplane, not even a big bird!

Shelling?

But how is this possible? !

How can there be such a quasi-artillery in the world? !

And the most important thing is, how did they find those ammunition depots? !

Guess?

Standing on the front line, General Katzno put down the telescope in his hand, and his eyes were filled with shocking colors.

Standing next to him, Colonel Abati, who had previously had an unbelievable color, the expression on his face at the moment was equally shocked.

He swallowed, he said.

"Is there a pre-emptive air strike on the pla?"

"some……"

"Have you heard the voice of the fighter?"

"No... their aircraft carrier is probably still in the East China Sea."

"What plane can fly so far?"

"I don't know, don't ask me."

"That... we are moving forward?"

"...get on the bus first."

The battle has reached this point and there has been no suspense.

The contingency plan previously discussed in the combat meeting seems to have no chance to be used.

Of course, this is a good thing and there is no doubt.

Even his heart has a strong sense of foreboding.

This war may soon be over...