Baleleika's 213 Airborne Company is a standard Soviet Airborne Forces establishment, with only 75 people in the company, but the corresponding firepower is extremely ferocious, with three BD1 airborne combat vehicles in each platoon, plus one in the company, for a total of ten BDs.

Although armed with only 73mm smoothbore guns, this firepower is enough for the Airborne Forces, after all, their target is behind enemy lines, not on the enemy's frontal forces.

In addition to these armored vehicles, they have nine RPKS74 machine guns and nine RPG16D rocket launchers.

This firepower was not inferior even to the regular armies of other countries, and even in terms of the popularity of automatic firepower, it was even better than that of the British contemporaries, because the average British soldier used a semi-automatic L1A1 rifle, and even if they later replaced the SA80 gun family, it was the same, or worse, because the latter had degraded to the level of bolt-action rifles.

When in Afghanistan, the 213th Company stood still under the siege of hundreds of men, holding out until reinforcements arrived.

Now after receiving an order from the top to transfer them to Mozambique, the whole company is gearing up, ready to show their strength in an unfamiliar environment and compete with the so-called mercenaries.

Although the whole company belonged to the airborne forces, the distance between Mozambique and the Soviet mainland was too far, so it was not cost-effective to send strategic transport planes to transport armored vehicles by air, so the 213th company arrived in Mozambique by water, and a Soviet cargo ship sent all the equipment and personnel to Mozambique in one go.

"Comrade Captain, welcome to Africa!"

After arriving in Mozambique, Valeleka refused the kindness of the local Soviet liaison officer and the Mozambican side, did not take any rest and did not have time to go to the savannah to see the lions, but directly offered to see the ambush site.

"No problem, but we've cleaned up the site, and there's probably nothing left there!"

The liaison officer said apologetically.

"It's okay, as long as the traces are there, they can still say something!"

Carrying his beloved SVD sniper rifle, he led a few of his subordinates to the front line in a jeep under the leadership of the liaison officer.

They first went to the site where the Alpha detachment carried out its first ambush, where the Mozambican army lost a full eighteen trucks full of supplies and fuel.

"It's a great place for an ambush!"

As soon as he got out of the car, the captain looked at the situation around him and immediately made a preliminary judgment.

Although the wreckage has been cleared, there are still many items left at the scene, such as bullet casings scattered all over the ground, footprints, and blood stains deep into the surface.

"Look around carefully and collect the shells!"

After giving the main points, the captain herself checked the traces little by little, and soon she herself sketched the whole picture of the ambush in her mind.

The mercenaries used mines to blow up the first truck, then fired at the end of the convoy with a variety of weapons, paralyzing both the front and back of the convoy, and then destroying the trucks in the central position.

It is a very standard ambush with the head and tail removed, the opponent moves cleanly, without the slightest drag, and there is no slightest restriction on the use of weapons, not only the deployment of bazookas, machine guns, but also the use of a large number of grenade launchers, in addition, the captain also found a lot of 12.7 mm bullet casings and 8.6 mm bullet casings.

"What a strange caliber!"

"It should be their new sniper rifle!"

The captain pocketed a bullet casing and drove to the next ambush site, where the government lost twenty lives and two dozen other vehicles, and this time, the captain noticed something more.

"They set up tripods here, probably using heavy machine guns or fully automatic grenade launchers, and the battle lasted a total of twelve minutes, and they fired almost twenty rockets, firing at least three thousand rifle rounds, and they didn't lose anything!" ap.

After chasing for several kilometers in the direction of the mercenary's retreat, the captain also saw the traces left by the helicopter take-off and landing.

Back to the base

After the landing, the captain immediately reported the situation to his temporary superior.

"Our opponents are really prepared!"

"What do you mean?"

"They have helicopters, pickup trucks, they're familiar with the local geography, and I've looked at every ambush location, and it's the kind of location that is easy to ambush, so either they have locals in them, or those guys have done a lot of homework!"

The captain himself is inclined to the former, after all, it is not possible to get acquainted with the geographical environment and location overnight, but with the locals living in the local area leading the way, it is completely different!

"The government forces didn't even notice this, Captain, it's great that you're here in Africa, I've heard about your performance in Afghanistan before, it's so wise to send you here, what do you need, just ask!"

The captain is also not polite, after all, she is here to solve troubles, not to travel.

"I need a local guide who is familiar with the situation, and besides, some local currency, and it would be nice for my people to have a station close to the front line, and if so, can you send me a helicopter?" Preferably a hind!"

"It's easy to do it ahead, helicopter ......"

The liaison officer frowned, although Mozambique is a good African brother of the Soviet Union, it is not too good, the number of instructors and engineers here is naturally not as many as Ethiopia, and there are also few helicopters, after all, it takes a lot of manpower and material resources to maintain helicopters, and here in Mozambique, they can't invest too much.

"If you want a hind, I can't give it to you, but I can assign you a Mi-8!"

"If you don't have a hind, Mi-8 will do!"

The captain nodded, if there is a helicopter like the Mi-24 Hind that can both fight and transport people, it must be great, but Mozambique obviously does not have that condition, and it is not impossible to have a Mi-8, although the firepower is weak and the protection is average, but the opponent they have to face must not be strong.

"Well, then, I'll take my leave, Comrade Colonel!"

"Well, I will make up for you in the next two days with the things and equipment you want, Captain, it's up to you whether I can return home or not!"

The colonel's liaison officer did not forget to add before the captain went out, Mozambique is a good place, but the colonel still misses his hometown in the ice and snow more, and there are sour cucumbers, as long as the 213 Airborne Company performs well, he can take this opportunity to return to China and leave this job to the next colleague.

As if he hadn't heard, the captain just waved his hand casually, and then strode out of the office.