The days were shining and bright.

You and I share the taste of youth together.

The heroism of the past has made you and me intoxicated several times.

The vicissitudes of the past make you and me no longer pure.

When we parted, I didn't know where you were, and I didn't say when you and I would meet.

The wind rises and the flowers are grateful, the wind comes and the flowers bloom, and the day of reunion always meets unexpectedly.

Come on, brother, cheers, it's the water together, it's the fire together, the days of triumph, not drunk.

At the airstrip in the western suburbs of Uganda's capital, Yang Chen and the scorpion, a brother of life and death who had walked through the rain of bullets, hooked their shoulders and sang heroic songs to board the somewhat tattered Il-76 transport plane.

Three hours later, the Russian-made Il-76 transport plane appeared over the Somali Peninsula, and in the cabin, Yang Chen narrowed his deep eyes slightly, looking down on the notorious Somalia through the porthole.

About 10 minutes later, the transport plane landed at the airport of the multinational peacekeeping force, which is 80 kilometers away from the Somali capital.

Yang Chen walked out of the cabin and looked at the dense forests connected to the mountains on the west side of the humble airport, the clear blue sky, and the tropical jungle that maintained its primitive style, as if it was a pure land with no contention with the world, quiet and peaceful, but this guy knew that Somalia, where the killing was still going on, was by no means a pure land.

The main force of this peacekeeping force stationed in Somalia is the Pakistani 102nd Mountain Division, and Britain and Italy each send a company, which is purely technical and is responsible for the technical support of logistics and communication equipment.

The person who greeted Yang Chen was Jiang Feng, the head of the peacekeeping force sent by the Republic to Somalia, a colonel, a regimental-level cadre, who shook hands with Yang Chen very warmly and said: "I am very happy to see you, my superiors ordered me to provide you with help and intelligence support as much as possible, but the unit I led is a peacekeeping force composed of engineering battalions and medical detachments, I am afraid it will not play a big role, I hope you can understand our difficulties." ”

"We understand that we were well prepared before we came, and as soon as the hostages were identified, I moved quickly." Yang Chen said with a smile, he had prepared for the worst before he came, and he didn't expect anyone to help him.

Peacekeepers, a symbol of peace and justice.

However, the Somali maintenance forces, which are only responsible for the security of the medical teams and the distribution of food and clothing to the refugees, have not been able to stop the frenzied clashes and bloody killings by the Somali armed factions, and have even watched the militants enter the camps on several occasions and go on a killing spree.

Uncle Sam, who claims to be a self-proclaimed advocate for democracy and human rights for the people of the world, patted his ass and walked away after the Black Hawk Fall, ignoring the fact that tens of thousands of people were slaughtered, but he vigorously blamed some peaceful countries for their trivial human rights problems.

Fight for democracy, fight for human rights, just a high-sounding pretense!

Jiang Feng called a medium-sized but exceptionally sturdy black man and introduced to Yang Chen: "He has provided information for our peacekeeping troops for many years, and he knows where the hostages are being held, this time he will be the guide and take you to rescue the hostages, and I hope you will protect him." ”

Yang Chen nodded slowly.

After arranging everything, Jiang Feng, who picked up the airport, took his subordinates away, there were only twenty-three people left in front of a row of military tents on the side of the runway of the peacekeeping force airport, and tomorrow these twenty-three people will go deep into Mogadishu to save people, Yang Chen looked around at the people around him, and suddenly remembered the movie "Tears of the Sun" starring Bruce Willis.

Rescue, kill, bloody battle, death, a group of elite Navy SEALs went deep into Africa and performed a tragic story.

Tragic.

The combination of sadness and magnificence, a kind of passionate feelings, a brilliant demeanor of a sonorous man, with a heart-wrenching heroism, but Yang Chen, who has experienced too many lives and deaths, does not want anyone on his side to interpret the tragic and heroic scene, and the tragic song of the hero's end is only sad, and what he earns is only tears.

Therefore, Yang Chen repeatedly told everyone what they must pay attention to in this mission, and the twenty Arctic Fox elite warriors nodded seriously, they already knew that the real master had been the king of the hundred battles above them, and the god of death codenamed Sabre, they did not dare to show the slightest impatience.

At sunset, the camp of the peacekeeping force has a unique style, the open space surrounded by military tents, bonfires are lit, smoke is rising, and the men who have rested and relaxed for most of the day will skillfully peel and wash the game they have brought and roast on the fire.

Inside the tent, the smoke was filled, the scorpion was smoking a cigarette, sitting on the edge of the bed and carefully wiping the military dagger that had not been stained with blood for a long time, his rough face was filled with excitement that had not been seen for a long time, and said: "Boss, I can finally fight side by side with you again." ”

Yang Chen said with a smile: "It's not a good thing to fight side by side with me, which time is not nine deaths, you wish you died by yourself?" ”

The scorpion smiled and said, "Chief, follow you, and the brothers will be happy to die." ”

Yang Chen shook his head and smiled, at this moment English singing sounded outside the tent, listen carefully, the simple and plain lyrics, containing the words that inspired him to be full of pride, he couldn't help himself to get out of the tent, the men in a circle moved and moved, giving Yang Chen a place to sit, Yang Chen was unceremoniously, sat down, and sang with the men who were about to accompany him to his birth and death.

If we are abandoned by the goddess of fate.

If we can't go back to our homeland from now on.

If a bullet ends our lives.

If we're doomed, at least we've won the accolades.

The bonfire party lasted until more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the next day, the sky was bright, and twenty elite Arctic fox soldiers hung murderous weapons all over their bodies, all of which were equipped with special forces and were majestic.

A few years ago, the mercenary bodyguard team composed of more than 30 stragglers developed into a powerful force with more than 1,000 people and top-notch equipment in the hands of Yang Chen's scorpion, which is a miracle.

More than 20 people were led by the guide, lined up, and walked into the deep mountains and old forests, the dense branches and leaves of the tropical jungle covered the sky and the sun, Yang Chen and the guide walked side by side in the front, the two of them carried long knives to explore the way, chopping the bushes in front of them and the branches and vines that blocked the view.

Swish!

Yang Chen stabbed down, and the branch of the ancient tree next to him that extended to the top of his head suddenly had a slender thing, which bounced towards his neck, fast and at a tricky angle, and when the guide on the other side noticed it, it was too late to remind Yang Chen to come to the rescue, only to stare in a daze.

African Jungle Reaper, Black Mamba Snake.

The speed of the short-distance attack was faster than the galloping of the fierce horse, and he maintained a terrifying record of biting and killing thirteen snake catchers in minutes, which was also the reason why the guide was in a daze, at this moment, he thought that Yang Chen beside him was already a dead man.