The three hinds swaggered and flew straight to Belaidvan City, which instantly stimulated the cerebral cortex of the forces in Mogadishu.

What is this concept?

In other words, in Somalia, where there is no sound prevention and control system, a doe with a full weapon can pee everywhere within a radius of 500 kilometers, and you can't do anything about it.

Don't underestimate any country's intelligence agencies, and within two hours of the end of the battle, reports of battle damage from the battle outside the city of Blackedwin were on the tables of all forces.

The Jezira Sea on the beach!

This is a sandy beach in Mogadishu that, once upon a time, was a holiday destination.

The crystal clear waters and the endless yellow sky in the distance make this place full of mystical attractions.

And the U.S. military is stationed in this area.

Those eagles are picking the best territory for themselves.

They set up a lot of iron thorn railings around the camp to prevent some bold Somalis from rushing in to "pick up" garbage, and they could vaguely see a few American soldiers cleaning up, but today is Sunday, and they will not participate in the training.

And in the makeshift greenhouse, there are several Black Hawk helicopters that are not completely covered, as well as MH-47E special operations helicopters!

Hanging above the warehouse was an apparently hand-drawn picture of a man dressed in black and holding a sword on a white horse with outstretched wings, which may look ugly, but it represented a famous name.

The 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment of the US Army!

This is the only aviation unit in the U.S. Army's special operations forces, nicknamed "Viper" and codenamed "Night Stalker", which is mainly responsible for providing helicopter transport support and helicopter attack support to Delta Force and other special forces.

In 1977, it was formed in 1977 as the 159th Aviation Battalion D Company, a helicopter support force created for the purpose of supporting night special operations, and in 1981, it was reorganized into the "160th Aviation Battalion" and deployed to the Fort Campbell Army Base in Kentucky, USA, and later the size of the unit gradually expanded and developed into a regiment, and in May 1990, it was renamed the "160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment".

Slogan: "Night Stalkers Never Quit".

Two stout figures walked on the edge of the beach, strangely speaking, wearing military uniforms with no ranks.

One of them had silver hair, a high nose, and his eyes looked gentle with the corners of his mouth, but his temperament was very stiff, he put his hands behind his back, looked at the horizon in the distance, kicked the sand under his feet, and took a deep breath, "The taste of Somali beach is really good." ”

"But I still like the Hawaiian Sea, I hate it, there's not a day where I can sleep soundly." The younger soldier next to him pointed to his forehead very exaggeratedly, "I seem to be dozens of years old, if my daughter sees me at this time, she will definitely shout, OMG!" Do wild people also walk upright? ”

This kind of humor made the silver-haired soldier laugh too.

"Jasper, you have five days to go back, and I'm going to be here for three more years."

"Five days? Yes! God willing, I was finally able to return home safely. The latter sighed, looked at his watch, the hour hand was no longer moving, and there was nowhere in Mogadishu where the watch could be repaired, but it was a birthday present from his wife, and he wore it all the time, rolled down his sleeves, covered the watch, and said with a smile, as if comforting, "Soon, three years have passed in one fell swoop, what do you say, Grant?" ”

Grant. Ward, commander of the 3rd Battalion of the 75th US Ranger Regiment, with the rank of lieutenant colonel, nicknamed: "Medicine Cartridge"! Graduated from the United States Military Academy at West Point, participated in the invasion of Panama and the Gulf War, has extremely rich experience, and was awarded the Cross of Merit for Service!

"It's really going to be fast, but the situation in Somalia is getting more and more precarious." Grant took out a small bottle from his pocket, poured out some white particles from it, and put it in his mouth, Jasper watched from the side, and he thought of a previous rumor.

I've heard that Grant likes to eat something every time he goes on a mission or in his spare time, so much so that others think he's "taking drugs!" In the 90s, the U.S. military was still very strict about drug abuse, and the Special Command also set up a special investigation team, which turned out to be a kind of candy, listening to Grant, he just liked to numb himself with sweetness, which is also the origin of his later nickname.

Grant gestured to Jasper, who waved his hand and smiled in decline.

He didn't care, put the candy back in his pocket, and asked casually, "Do you know The savior?" ”

"Savior?" Jasper frowned.

"Yes, that's the name." Grant smiled and shrugged, "It's bold, but what they did was even bolder, I received news that three Hind helicopters took off from the "Fifty Kilometer" airfield today and bombed the bandits outside the city of Blackedwin, killing and wounding nearly 100 people. ”

Three Hind helicopters?

Jasper raised an eyebrow, "Soviets? ”

"No, no, no, it's Asian, I met Aideed at his birthday party before, and he gave the a tank as a greeting gift." Grant sighed twice, still a little reminiscent of Tang Dao's handwriting, and he also clearly heard the other party say that it was worth two million US dollars, which was completely nonsense, but even if it was not worth it, in this place in Somalia, it was a deterrent.

Before all countries do not intervene, deal with ordinary warlords, almost rampage.

"He's an arms dealer?"

"I think so, this gentleman seems to be planning to make his home in Somalia, and he obviously wants to drain the last penny out of the pockets of these, and I've never seen anything like this—" Grant said at this point, not knowing how to describe it, tilting his head, as if he was constipated.

“Die for money？ (Die for money)"

Jasper was there to help him out, and Grande nodded, "Yes." ”

"It's clear that his actions are going to undermine the peaceful environment in Somalia, and it's a challenge for us to have a non-conformist join in this situation."

"What do you want to do?" Jasper asked, spreading his hands and saying in a joking tone, "Do you want my people to blow him up?" I can, I'll take the task. ”

Grant stretched out his hand and motioned for him to finish.

"I think I'm going to talk to him about it, and Somalia can't be messed up anymore."

Jasper had a smile on his face, he always felt that the other party was too confident, and it was easy for things to happen.

Just ask...

Why do people listen to you?

Just because you're a Ranger battalion commander? There are only two companies that can carry out missions in Mogadishu!

Moreover, Jasper has been in Somalia for a few years, he has seen a lot of vultures, they come to the third world from all over the world, they do everything to make a fortune, mercenaries even dare to combine to rob military supplies, many Western European countries have suffered this loss, but can you find someone? Even if you find it, what can you do? Wanted Worldwide?

No kidding, where is this?

Africa!

The most inhumane, the most disorderly, the most hooligan.

Compared with the mercenaries, the arms dealers are very gentlemanly and have smiles on their faces, but if you move their interests, you will know what the iron fist of the capitalists is.

Grant was so proud that Jasper could feel it, and he opened his mouth to warn him to be careful, but he couldn't, because he knew it was useless.

The people of the Ranger Regiment are all so virtuous.

Hopefully, God forbid, nothing will happen.

……

At this time, Tang Dao knew that he had been targeted by Mr. Eagle Sauce.

He looked at Luke with a smile on his face. Majaro's contingent, a total of 7 people, all of them came to buy "toys".

"Gentlemen? What do you want? I'm all Soviet here, why don't I get some artillery? The mouth is strong, durable, and stamina. ”

Task Force Commander Lucien. Carlos looked at the enthusiastic Tang Dao, put down his glasses, and said embarrassedly, "Mr. Nicholas, we just want to ask, is your company willing to help us fight?" ”

"Of course, as long as you give money, you can do anything."

"Uh... We mean, join us! Lucien looked at Tang Dao, carefully studying the changes in the other party, and sure enough, hearing this, the latter's eyes slowly condensed.

"Man, it's not April Fool's Day."