Joint Base Command Center!

"The enemy is coming from all sides, Super 63, Super 68, you must rush over to support them now."

"Somalis are rushing to the crash site, a large crowd is coming, and the squads need to move faster."

"Call Yurif 64, this is Romeo 64, the crash site needs a Humvee convoy to rush over for support, Over!"

General Gallison listened to the constant operational instructions from the various units in the communicator, and his face became more and more ugly.

"How far is Squad 1 from the crash site?" General Gareson put his hands in front of his chest, his thumbs wiggling.

It can be seen that he is already in a bad mood at this time!

The on-site observation helicopter that received the order immediately replied to the communicator: "There are still six streets, sir!" ”

"It's not going to work, they need to be a little bit faster." General Gareson said.

"Sir, the enemy's firepower is too strong, they can't increase their speed, and casualties will be inevitable."

Hearing the observation helicopter's reply, Gallison frowned, and the general said to Lieutenant Colonel Ke next to him, "Connect C-2 for me."

"Yes, sir!" After Lieutenant Colonel Ke replied, he quickly connected with Colonel Mattis, who was in charge of air fire support and deployment.

"C-2, this is the command center, you now send out all the helicopters of the Star formation to provide fire support to the four ranger squads." General Gallison ordered.

"C-2 Roger, Over!"

……

Midway Hawadi Street, 300 meters from the crash site!

"Juliet 21, this is Star41, there is an enemy approaching to your west, among them are women and children, Over!"

The Little Bird helicopter, which had been dispatched by C-2, had a very wide view from the air, and as soon as it arrived, it spotted a large group of Somalis almost alongside them on the street where the first team was advancing, and the street next to the row of houses.

And scenes like this of a group of fanatical civilians, surrounded by small groups of Aideed militia, all the way to the Super 61 crash site, are happening in almost every street and alley in this city.

To put it figuratively, Mogadishu at this time was already a chaotic battlefield, with a militia leading in front, civilians with brain fever following behind, and all the US troops became frantic when they saw it.

The group all had only one thought, and that was to complete the orders given by Aideed, and successfully capture some American soldiers alive in exchange for the captured top cabinet members of the provisional government.

In Aideed's eyes, this group of civilians and even its militia are just a group of tools that can be used.

In this world where food is the boss, no matter how much he dies, he will not feel distressed, and he can easily recruit from the country again anytime and anywhere to form an armed force that has always belonged to him.

There is no such thing as militarized training at all!

Di Maso, who was leading the first team on the ground, immediately raised his fist above his head after receiving the warning from the bird helicopter above, signaled the team to stop advancing, and said in a suppressed voice: "All attention, be careful of the Somalis on the next street, we walk against the wall and try to avoid them." ”

The first team's current priority is not to kill the militia here, but to rescue the injured Super 61 crew.

Then everyone gets into the Humvee and evacuates this damn place!

If this group of militia is discovered here, they will inevitably attack frantically, delay the pace of rescue to the crash site, and there will be no way to get to the designated position in time.

In the entire battlefield in Mogadishu, except for the first squad that encountered Aideed's militia troops, the other three ranger squads were in a similar situation, and they were also constantly suppressed in bunkers by AK rifles that appeared from everywhere to shoot.

You can only continue to fight back and pull out the suppression points in order to continue to move forward with difficulty!

From the defense line at the four corners of the target building, it was only a few hundred meters away from the crash site, and the farthest fourth team was less than a kilometer away.

On weekdays, any one of these rangers would be able to run through in a minute or two.

But in today's city of Mogadishu, which is full of enemies, every 10 meters is an adventure that takes a lot of time.

It's simply impossible to run at full speed, that's the act of sending people to death!

If you encounter a dangerous sniper point or a heavy machine gun point, even if there is a bird helicopter in the air to provide fire support, it will be pressed behind the cover for a few minutes, or even ten minutes, before the suppression point can be removed.

The "Rangers" troops who went to support here had a difficult road ahead, and the three Humvees commanded by Sergeant Stryker, because of the lack of fire cover from Super 61, Aideed's militia could run out unscrupulously and shoot cold guns, which was even more like falling into a quagmire.

Even if the Humvee of the Delta Anti-Terrorism Squad later caught up and joined the fight, the situation did not change at all.

If this continues, sooner or later this convoy will be scrapped!

"Call C-2, here is group 13, we need air support, we need air support, Over!"

"Romeo 64, here is group 13, I need route guidance, please give me a direction to retreat."

Stryker was sweating profusely and shouted twice in a row!

Sitting in the Humvee that was clanging bullets and RPGs flew over from time to time, watching the roads that could have been passable were blocked by various barricades, and the body of a comrade was lying in the carriage behind him, and he was responsible for sending the seriously injured Beckpen back to the base safely.

The pressure on Stryker can be imagined how heavy!

"C-2 Roger, Super 64 is rushing over to support you, Over!"

"Romeo 64 received, start to show you the way, 13 groups of convoys, please turn left immediately, turn left immediately."

"Which street, you need to tell me which street, how far away." Stryker, who had heard that a helicopter was coming to support, felt a little better, but when he heard this vague direction, his whole body was immediately blown up.

Mogadishu is an unplanned city, and the streets are more disgusting than the tangled threads, and if you look at any street, there will be more than a dozen small street turnovers.

Left?

There are so many streets, what the hell is going on.

"Group 13 convoys, please turn left 50 meters ahead, Over!"

Hearing this, Stryker hurriedly shouted to the driver: "Sven, turn left, turn left 50 ahead." ”

"No, we just came out of there, it's a dead end, we can't get through."

Swain may not be familiar with Mogadishu's urban terrain, but as a good driver, it is his expertise to remember the terrain he has walked.

In the face of this guideline, he could see the mistake at a glance!

"Damn bastard!"

Stryker cursed, picked up the communication terminal again and shouted, "Romeo 64, 50 ahead left turn is a dead end, we just came out of there, please redirect us in the direction." ”

"Group 13, you guys stop for a while, there is a delay in the intelligence, the observation helicopter must report to the command center first, and then relay it to me, there must be something wrong in the middle." Colonel Harrell said, looking at the computer.

"The attack was too fierce for us to stop, we couldn't stop."

This is a terrain-responsible alley, surrounded by all kinds of automatic rifle shots, and RPG bazookas that occasionally fly out of a dark corner, and once the convoy stops in the street, it becomes a live target.

If this group of Somalis drove out and blocked the intersection, then their group would definitely not be able to eat and walk around.

"Group 13, please calm down, I am receiving intelligence from the reconnaissance plane, I need to re-formulate the route, please give me two minutes, Over!" Colonel Harrell replied.

"Hell, your mom for 2 minutes."

Stryker slammed the communication terminal on the car and shouted to the driver, "Swain, I'll direct the route from now on, turn right at the third intersection ahead, and we'll go to the Big Circle." ”

It's better to ask for someone than for yourself, and Stryker, who is still familiar with the terrain of Mogadishu, will be regarded as a complete loss of confidence in Colonel Haral's air command.

However, Stryker had helped the United Nations deliver food in the city three months earlier, and he could figure out a way to evacuate on his own.

On the other side, the convoy commanded by Lieutenant Colonel McNay fell into the "fog of battle".

Here, the fog of war is not a noun, but a figurative adjective, and to put it simply, it has two meanings.

The first is that the incident occurs suddenly, resulting in temporary changes in tactical operations and personnel deployment, resulting in "unpredictable" changes.

Just like in Mogadishu today, no one can predict what will happen next, everyone has their own mission, and each team, including the command, is thinking about rescuing the trapped team members and then retreating in a Humvee.

In this chaotic situation where there is no way to form a unified command, there is no operational core, and all units are calling for support or are rushing to support, the "fog of command and communication" has formed.

To put it bluntly, everyone is fighting, but everyone is blind!

The second point is "terrain fog"!

Ninety-nine percent of the Delta Force and Ranger units participating in the operation, from General Gareson to the lower ranks, were newly transferred from the United States and had never lived or worked in Mogadishu at all.

Their knowledge of Mogadishu's terrain relied solely on three 0H_58D observation helicopters equipped with advanced infrared and television cameras, as well as a "dead" satellite topographic map.

If the road is clear, these things can come in handy!

But now that most of the streets in the city have been blocked by Somalis, the best routes, the satellite image retreat routes, have become useless waste.

Orders and directions issued by the on-site commander of the ground forces on the street can only circle the blocked streets.

And Colonel Harrell, who is in charge of command and guidance in the air, is also because the Somalis continue to create roadblocks, and when the information is passed down, it will become useless and discarded information due to delay.

Under the superposition of these two complex situations, the "fog of battle" is for Lieutenant Colonel McNay, who is not familiar with the city.

Even though there are many people in the car and it is less than 1 km away from the fall point, it is useless!

He was guided by the air and directed the Hummer convoy to circle around the city for nearly 10 minutes, as if he had been hit by a "ghost hitting the wall."

After a long lap, the Hummer team came to the very starting point -

Olympic Hostel!