Fifth more

On October 3, 1993, General Jonathan launched an arrest program codenamed Irene, targeting Omar Sharon, the treasurer, and Monhami Hassan Awa, the foreign spokesman, who appeared at the Olympic Peak Hotel. According to the informant's information, they will have a secret meeting there.

Of course, the CIA's intelligence mistakes in the Somalia operation did not realize that the Aideed militia at this time was already equipped with SAM anti-aircraft missiles, not to mention Black Hawk helicopters, even if the AC130 gunboat aircraft hovered over Mogadishu, the SAM anti-aircraft missiles could shoot it down like in the Gulf War.

The Pentagon did not want to make a big deal about it, and they wanted to deal with it quietly. Having the U.S. military carry out a surgical, precise operation will only take one blow to eliminate the scourge of Aideed. At the same time, it is also good to establish a positive image of the US military in safeguarding world peace.

"The situation in Mogadishu is so complicated, and there is far less intelligence than the bureaucrats in the office imagined, how can it be possible to carry out a precise strike." After hearing Washington's reply, General Jonathan said angrily.

It's just that those 75th Ranger Infantry Regiments, who flew to Mogadishu in Black Hawk helicopters, did not know that a nightmare awaited them. As soon as they entered the city of Mogadishu, the militia in the corridors, which were already full of bellies, aimed their sights at the helicopters hovering overhead. They are still waiting for an opportunity to wait for U.S. ground forces to enter Mogadishu before launching an attack.

Immediately after the ground forces entered Mogadishu, the overwhelming militia surrounded the convoy like locusts, using armed pickups and crowds to shoot at U.S. fighters.

UH1 Bird gunships and Black Hawks with Vulcan guns were in mid-air for cover, only they had just lowered their altitude. It was suddenly attacked by anti-aircraft missiles by Somali militias.

This is not an RPG with impressive accuracy, as long as the helicopter targeted by the MANPADS has no chance to parry, and one of them disintegrates directly in the air, and the dazzling fire shocks the hearts of every ranger. At the same time, they are also depressed in their hearts, why do these militias have surface-to-air missiles? Why isn't it shown on our intelligence?

Historically, Somalia was able to shoot down Black Hawk helicopters under the cover of aerial firepower, and no one could be safe in the airspace where dozens of RPGs flew in the sky. Not to mention the Black Hawk helicopter with a huge target. However, this time it was not a battle of luck and faith, but a real and accurate SAM missile strike.

"Is it an RPG strike? Damn, Colonel Maas, get back to me. Jonathan hurriedly contacted Colonel Maas, who was on air support at the scene, and even in the shady air-conditioned room, his back became sweaty.

"It's not an RPG strike, it's an anti-aircraft missile. These black militias have missiles! What are the CIA guys doing to eat, and they haven't even found out that they have anti-aircraft missiles? "Colonel Maas immediately raised all the helicopters to altitude, although in the case of the SAM MANPADS it didn't seem to be of much use. He has the range to shoot down a high-flying fighter.

General Jonathan's heart suddenly cooled in half. The Somali militia actually has anti-aircraft missiles. This is a major intelligence blunder!

Soon the second Black Hawk helicopter was shot down, and the Sam missile directly caused the Black Hawk helicopter to explode and disintegrate in the air, and they had no chance of falling at all. Seeing this, General Jonathan hurriedly asked the Black Hawk helicopters to withdraw from the airspace over Mogadishu, but he said that it was too late to give the order. The Black Hawk helicopter in the air was like a moving target, and in the blink of an eye, two more Black Hawks were hit in the tail and fell.

This time, the Black Hawk really fell, and the black smoke tail was like a conspicuous flare spinning in mid-air, watching it fall rapidly towards the ground. The driver can even see the building enlarge in his pupils, eventually under the tremendous force of the impact. The glass shattered, and inertia caused him to lean forward and lose consciousness.

The Black Eagle smashed into the ground and sent dust up, and the still spinning propeller even cut the iron sheet of a scrapped car until it stopped spinning on the solid concrete, and the propeller was inserted directly into the concrete wall.

Now Jonathan is faced with a toughest choice. It was a difficult choice whether to give up the rescue or go to the rescue. Now that the ground forces no longer have the cover of helicopters in the air, the rescue will undoubtedly be a dead end, and the price paid will be even higher. If he chooses to abandon them, Jonathan's conscience is tormented. It also violates the promise of not abandoning any of the fighters in the first place.

In the end, Jonathan gave the choice to Major Mack, who was in charge of directing the convoy at the scene, and he decided whether to carry out the rescue or not. And in the end, all the costs of this rescue operation were borne by General Jonathan alone.

Major Mike held the walkie-talkie, and the sound of the M2 machine gun strafing was so noisy that he had to cover his ears and bring the walkie-talkie to his lips while sitting in the co-pilot, and said loudly, "Of course we have to go back to save them, has the general forgotten his previous promise?" We will never give up on any of our teammates, even if it is a corpse. So we chose to go back to the rescue. ”

"You have to think about it, Major Mack. Now you don't have air support anymore. Even if we want to mobilize other troops, it will not be something that can be done in a short time. Your rescue will be very difficult, even ......"

At this point, Major Mack paused, and he calmed down before continuing, "There may even be more people dying. Are you sure you're going to do that? ”

"I'm pretty sure of the danger we're having, and we're pretty sure we're going to do it." Major Mack was firm again, and he glanced at the men sitting behind him, and the others looked at him with the same determination, so Mike continued, "Give us the coordinates and map, and we'll go and rescue them now." ”

"Good luck, Major Mack." General Jonathan put down his walkie-talkie and cursed a damn Mogadishu in a whisper.

The convoy turned around at the intersection in front of it and set out on a journey to death, with countless rocketeers standing on rooftops with RPGs, militiamen shooting with submachine guns behind wooden windows, and even armed pick-ups following the convoy a block or two away to disrupt fire.

The Mogadishu operation was far bloodier than the one in history, and the anti-aircraft missiles were everywhere in Mogadishu, which prevented US helicopters from providing intelligence and fire support from above. The ground forces are like a directionless bee breaking through the streets of Mogadishu left and right, only to be surrounded by more enemies in a narrow encirclement.

"This is simply our streams and mountains, our Okinawa." At this time, Major Mack had the feeling of going back to his father's days in Khe Son, in Saigon, in Ho Chi Minh against Charlie of the Viet Cong, with bullets, RPG rockets and mortars flying everywhere and slanting towards them like a dense rain of bullets.

Every step forward paid a huge price, and the inside of the stuffy and humid Humvee was half alive, half soldiers covered in blood and still moaning. The 7.62mm M43 bullet fires the machine gunner on the Humvee as a moving target. Although the Africans' marksmanship is not very good, in the face of dense firepower, the powerful gunmen cannot withstand the crazy strafing of others.

The smoke of gunpowder, the smell of blood, the sweat and the groans of pain were all etched in Major Mack's mind like a nightmare, and they also made him regret that he should not have made such a hasty decision.

At the moment when he lost his mind, an RPG suddenly exploded on the flank of the Humvee, a strong wave of scorching heat shattered like glass, and then Major Mack's entire body was exposed to enemy fire, and a stray bullet hit him in the neck, like a ferocious poisonous snake biting his artery.

"Damn it......" Major Mack pressed his neck, but he couldn't stop the blood from pouring out. (To be continued.) )