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East Africa.

Ellewag region.

It has a high altitude, is located in a mountainous area, and lacks fresh water resources. It has neither rich minerals nor fertile arable soil, but endless poverty and backwardness.

Except for extremist forces, civilian armed forces, and large and small arms brokers, almost no one will be interested in this barren land.

And even for those who are interested here, this interest is rarely directed at the land itself, but at cities, villages, and humanitarian convoys where oil and water are still available nearby.

Although they usually robbed or abducted, they rarely killed people. Although the nearby zf authorities hated the disease, they were powerless against the tumor. Although the neighbouring country has applied for military assistance more than once, it is naturally impossible for the authorities to easily nod because of concerns that it is easy to ask God for help.

Therefore, this three-nothing zone full of chaos and sin has maintained a balance of more than ten years with a strange tacit understanding, and has become a breeding ground for terrorist plagues.

However, this situation has been a little unexpected recently.

A large number of military units began to gather towards the area, and police and militiamen in nearby towns set up checkpoints and checkpoints along the main roads to circle the entire area, both inside and outside.

Even wild goats living nearby can smell the smell of gunpowder that is gradually permeating the air and start to migrate to the east.

It's like throwing a match on a pile of petrol barrels. The area of ​​Ellewage, which has been stable for decades, is like a pot of boiling water that instantly boils.

"Why don't you let this rot?"

Standing next to General Katzno, Colonel Abati squinted and looked at the fortifications not far away, and said, "Anyway, the main people who live on this land are not our Somalis. Let those aliens Is it not good for the untouchables to endure themselves? "

Elevag is a difficult 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 confront them on the front battlefield at all, but will guerrilla with them based on the complicated terrain.

Not to mention that now they only assembled three infantry divisions here, and even if they doubled again, it would be difficult to take advantage.

"Because the stupidity occupying this area did something stupid and completely annoyed a new overlord. Now we have to convince the superpower on the east that we have nothing to do with these people."

Holding the telescope in his hand, General Katzno's eagle-like eyes were full of dignity, "Moreover, they promised that they would support us in recovering this area and help us rebuild it."

"Support? How to support? Air strikes? Or spread leaflets?"

As he said this, Colonel Abati's face was full of ridicule.

This is a mistake made by all laymen when they intervene in the situation in Somalia.

When those militants turn into zeros and enter cities, alleys, and deep mountains, even if all the fighters of the nearby US Air Force base are used, they will not have any effect.

This battle is doomed to fail.

No substantive progress will be made except to bring the regional situation that has finally stabilized into chaos again and to let other countries see their incompetence in handling military conflicts overseas.

"They didn't elaborate. They just told us to wait for them." Putting down the telescope in his hand, General Katzno made no comment, but simply said, "You don't need to take the lead anyway, we just wait quietly . "

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On a gully hill, Marash, dressed as a shepherd, used his telescope to look at the regular army station in the distance.

At this moment, a man with a strong body and carrying ak on his back climbed up the mountain road behind him, reporting to him in a tense tone.

"The Somali authorities have assembled at least three divisions here, and it appears that they are ready to pack us."

"What about the border between Kenya and Ethiopia?"

Swallowed, said the dark-skinned man.

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

The retreat has been blocked ...

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

However, the bearded man's face was not without a trace of fear, but a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.

His army, or the Horde, is one of the warlords entrenched in this land of no ownership, and besides him, there are many other warlords of all sizes.

Although they are usually scattered, once they are invaded by "external forces", or if anyone tries to end the chaos in this area, all armed forces active in this generation will temporarily put aside their contradictions and stand on the same front to unify .

Marash was not worried at all that he might lose.

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

Once they are dragged into a brutal tug-of-war, displaced refugees will hit the entire East African region. At the same time, under the dual pressure of internal and external pressure, the weakest Somali authorities must be the first to be unable to support it.

However, at this moment, there was a sense of uneasiness in his heart.

It's as if being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Suddenly realizing something, Marash raised his head suddenly and looked up into the sky.

However, there was nothing but a clear sky, let alone the shadow of the fighter plane, and there was not even a large cloud.

Is it an illusion?

The anxiety in my heart grew stronger.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists, and began to mumble in Marash's heart. When he hesitated to withdraw from here first, he suddenly saw a few black spots against the harsh sunlight.

That black spot is black.

If he didn't come too densely, if he didn't look at that direction, he would even ignore it.

The throat knot moved up and down, and Marash reached out his hand to the telescope, and said subconsciously in his mouth.

"... Damn, what's that?"

However, before he could completely say this, a tremor came from under his feet, and with a billowing smoke and fire from two kilometers away, he almost overturned him to the ground.

When he stood still and looked in that direction, the blood in his chest rushed to his head.

"Do not--!!!"

There were ammunition depots that he deployed nearby, which contained bullets and ied capable of armed at least two guerrillas.

Staring at the blaze of fire, Marash's eyes were bloodshot, and he searched in horror, trying to find out where the air raid came from.

However, the enemy seemed to be non-existent, and each falling shell seemed to have eyes.

Only the fire that constantly lit the earth, and the fixed defense facilities and ammunition depots that were accurately cleared, announced that something was flying above them and vented fierce firepower on them.

Marash grabbed the walkie-talkie, snarled with all his strength, commanded the surviving men to transfer ammunition to a safe place, and ordered the soldiers on the front line to immediately disperse, ready to turn to zero and launch an mortal death with enemy ground forces fight.

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

The nightmare that belongs to all of them has just begun.

The black dot floating in the air finally revealed its full content.

It was a "black coffin" chained to a parachute.

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

Under the cover of the air strikes, they were like dandelions, spreading and landing smoothly across the battlefield and deployed vertically on the ground.

Soon, after a smooth landing, the hatches embedded in the black coffin four-wall shells opened one after another, exposing a drone that was only embedded in the bracket on the inside of the bulkhead.

The signal lights turned on almost instantaneously. With the buzzing of the electric drive motor, a drone was like a wasp coming out of a nest. It was in a mess under the guidance of satellites and ground terminals. battlefield.

Those drones are only bigger than the slaps of two adults. If you count the wings with about four slaps, and small caliber muzzles and exposed magazines hang under the chassis, often a dive can bring down a **** storm .

Soaring flames and muzzle-fired flames illuminate the fear on the faces of every militant, and an air strike from somewhere almost deployed them to the ground or even the ammunition depot in the tunnel. Now they Have to face a group of bloodthirsty "bee colony".

Those little guys who want to hit and disperse across hundreds of meters are almost impossible, but in contrast they can move freely on the battlefield with their flexible bodies.

Marash knows things like drones. Compared to most of his compatriots, he has seen some "worlds" because of his experience in mercenaries and US forces in North Africa.

In fact, it is very easy to shoot down such things. When they fly in, they will shoot in the direction of their direction, basically they will be hit.

You don't even need a gun, maybe you just pick a stone.

What scared him, however, was that these drones seemed to have brains. Not only would they use bunkers to engage in firefights with them, they also knew the use of simple firepower to suppress tactics of enclosing and performing surgical operations on their fixed fortifications. Clean up.

It's as if every drone is controlled by a professional field engineer ...

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The blaze from the sky almost captured the sun's limelight, and the billowing smoke from the hills, Gobi, and dead woods ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ entered the clouds of the sky. The wind wrapped in billowing yellow sand rolled across a messy battlefield, as if with a hint of rust.

Not only Marash is searching for the bomber's traces, but the five-kilometer appearance looks at the Somali regular army in the bombing, but also the border guards who are waiting on the Sony and Soe borders, and even US military bases 100 kilometers away. Everyone was desperately searching where the air raid came from.

There were no traces of the plane on their radar.

Not to mention a plane, not even a bigger bird!

Shelling?

But how is this possible? !!

How can there be such accurate artillery in the world? !!

And most importantly, how did they find those ammunition depots? !!

Guess it?

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

Standing next to him, Colonel Abati, who had an unbelievable face, had the same expression on his face at the moment.

Swallowing, he said.

"Are there any air strikes over p?"

"some……"

"Did you hear the fighter?"

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

"What plane can fly this far?"

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

"So ... let's go forward?"

"... Get in the car first."

At this stage of the battle, there is no suspense.

It seemed that none of the contingency plans discussed earlier in the operational conference had been used.

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

There was even a strong hunch in his heart.

This war may soon be over ...

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