East Africa.

Elwag region.

It is located at a high altitude and in a mountainous area, with scarce freshwater resources, neither rich mineral deposits nor fertile arable soil, only endless poverty and backwardness.

With the exception of extremist forces, civilian armed forces, and arms brokers, few people have the slightest interest in this barren land.

And even for those who are interested in the area, this interest is rarely directed at the land itself, but at the nearby cities, villages and people who still have oil and water to fish. The Taoist convoy is stationed.

In the past, although they robbed and kidnapped, they rarely killed people, and although the nearby ZF authorities hated this stubborn disease, they were powerless about this tumor. Although the neighboring countries have applied for military assistance on more than one occasion, the authorities naturally cannot easily nod their heads out of concern that it will be easy to send them to God.

Therefore, this three-way zone, which is full of chaos and evil, has maintained a balance for more than ten years with a strange tacit understanding, and has become a breeding ground for terror and plague.

Recently, however, this has been a bit of a surprise.

A large number of military units began to assemble in the area, and police and militia in nearby towns set up checkpoints and checkpoints along the main traffic roads, encircling the entire area inside and out.

Even the wild goats that live nearby can smell the gunpowder that gradually fills the air and begin to migrate eastward.

It was as if a match had been thrown at a pile of gasoline drums, and the Elwag region, which had been stable for decades, boiled like a pot of boiling water.

"Why don't you just let this place rot?"

Standing next to General Katzno, Colonel Abati squinted at the fortifications not far away and said, "Anyway, the main ethnic group living in this land is not our Somalis, isn't it good to let those foreign untouchables fend for themselves?" ”

Ellewag is a tough bone to gnaw.

Even if the U.S. military landed here, it would be difficult to pull this tumor out of the desert in a short time.

Of course, the main trouble is that the militants active in the area will not be able to confront them on a frontal battlefield at all, but will rely on the difficult terrain to carry out guerrilla attacks against them.

Not to mention that now they have only gathered three infantry divisions here, even if they double it, it will be difficult to take advantage.

"Because the fool who occupies this area has done a stupid thing and completely annoyed the new overlord. Now we have to convince the superpower in the east that we have nothing to do with these people. ”

Holding the telescope in his hand, General Katzno's eagle-like gaze was full of solemnity, "What's more, they promise to support us in recovering this area, and will help us rebuild this place." ”

"Support? How to support? Air strikes? Or do you scatter leaflets? ”

As he said this, Colonel Abati's face was full of mockery.

This is a mistake that all laymen make when intervening in the situation in Somalia.

When those militants break up and enter the cities, alleys, and mountains, even if they use all the fighter jets from the nearby US air base, it will not produce any effect.

The campaign was doomed to be unsuccessful.

There will be no real progress other than plunging the hard-managed regional situation back into chaos and other countries seeing their incompetence in dealing with military conflicts overseas.

"They didn't elaborate, they just said let's wait for their news," General Katzno, putting down the binoculars in his hand, did not express any opinion, but simply said, "Anyway, we don't need to take the lead, we just wait quietly." ”

……

On a hill crisscrossed by ravines, Marash, dressed as a shepherd, looked at the regular army garrison in the distance with a telescope in his hand, and his eyes were full of gloom.

At this moment, a sturdy man with an AK on his back climbed up the mountain road behind him with his head crawling and reported to him in a nervous tone.

"The Somali authorities have assembled at least three divisions here, and it seems that they are ready to take us in."

"What about the Kenyan-Ethiopian border?"

Swallowing, the dark-skinned subordinate said.

"They have closed the border and increased the ...... patrols"

The way out has been sealed......

The situation is quite serious, and it can even be said that it has reached a life-and-death juncture.

However, instead of a trace of fear on the face of the bearded man, a cruel smile curled into the corners of his mouth.

His troops—or tribes—are entrenched in this borderland. One of the valves, and in addition to him, there are many other large and small armies living here. Valve.

Although they are scattered in normal times, once they are invaded by "external forces", or if anyone tries to end the chaos in this region, all the armed forces active in this generation will temporarily put aside their contradictions and stand on the same front and unite with the outside world.

Marash wasn't worried at all that he might lose.

Not to mention the tens of millions of dollars worth of arms in his hands, even if he didn't have them, he had never been afraid of the armies of the three nearby countries.

Once the war is dragged into a brutal tug-of-war, displaced refugees will hit the entire East African region. At the same time, under the combination of internal and external pressures, the first to fail must be the weak Somali authorities.

However, at this moment, a feeling of uneasiness inexplicably rose in his heart.

It's as if you've been targeted by a ferocious beast.

Suddenly realizing something, Marash jerked his head up and looked up at the sky.

However, there was nothing but a clear sky, let alone the shadow of a fighter jet, not even a large cloud to be found.

Is it a delusion?

The uneasiness in my heart grew stronger.

He couldn't help but clench his fists, and just as Marash began to mumble in his heart, hesitating whether to withdraw from here first, he suddenly saw a few black dots against the harsh sunlight.

The black dots are small.

If it hadn't been too dense, if it hadn't been looking in that direction, he would have even ignored it.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Marash reached for the telescope and muttered a sentence in his mouth subconsciously.

“…… , what's that? ”

However, before he could fully say this, a violent tremor came from under his feet, and a billowing cloud of smoke and fire rose two kilometers away, almost knocking him to the ground.

And when he stood firm and looked in that direction, the blood in his chest rushed to his head.

"No ——!!!"

There was an ammunition depot he had deployed nearby, which contained at least two armed brigades. Bullets and IEDs for the squad.

Staring at the flames that burst into the sky, Marash's eyes were bloodshot and he searched the sky in horror, trying to find out where the air raid was coming from.

However, the enemy was as if it were non-existent, and every shell that fell seemed to have eyes.

Only the fires that constantly lit up the earth, and the fixed defenses and ammunition depots that had been cleared with precision, announced that something was flying above their heads, and unleashed ferocious fire on them.

Marash grabbed the walkie-talkie, roared with all his strength, instructed his surviving men to move the ammunition to safety, and ordered the soldiers on the front line to disperse immediately, ready to break into pieces and engage in a desperate struggle with the enemy's ground forces.

However, at this moment, Marathon did not realize that the first round of air strikes was only the beginning of a tentative one.

The nightmare that belongs to all of them has just begun.

The black dot floating in the air finally revealed its full true face.

It was a series of "black coffins" tied by parachutes.

They are slightly larger than the airborne capsule of the orbital airborne forces, but not much larger either.

Under the cover of air raids, they were like dandelions, smoothly dispersed and landed all over the battlefield, deployed vertically on the ground.

Soon, after a smooth landing, the hatches embedded in the four walls of the black coffin opened, revealing drones embedded in the inner brackets of the bulkheads.

The signal lights were lit almost instantly, and with the humming sound of the electric drive motor, the drones were like hornets pouring out of their nests, and under the joint guidance of satellites and ground terminals, they entered a messy battlefield.

Those drones are only a little bigger than two adult slaps, if you count the wings, there are about four slaps, and there are small-caliber muzzles and exposed magazines suspended under the chassis, and often a single dive can rain down a bloody storm.

The flames of the skyrockets and the flames of the guns illuminated the fear on the faces of every militant, and the air strikes launched from nowhere almost destroyed the ammunition depots they had deployed on the ground and even in the tunnels, and now they had to face a swarm of bloodthirsty "swarms".

It's almost impossible to get out of the way with the little ones who are hundreds of meters apart, but they are able to move around the battlefield with their nimble bodies.

Marash knows about drones, and compared to most of his compatriots, he has seen some "world" because of his experience in North Africa as mercenaries and American troops.

In fact, it's easy to shoot down such things, and when they fly in stupidly and fly in and go in the direction they're heading, you can basically shoot them down.

You don't even need a gun, you might just pick up a rock.

To his horror, however, the drones were like brains, not only using cover to engage them in firefights, but also knowing how to use simple firepower suppression and outflanking tactics to surgically clear their fixed fortifications.

It's as if every drone has a professional field engineer behind it......

……

The flames that rose to the sky almost seized the limelight of the sun, and the billowing smoke from the hills, Gobi, and dead wood forests connected to the clouds in the sky. The wind carrying the rolling yellow sand swept through a messy battlefield, as if with a hint of rusty slaughter.

Not only Marash was searching for the traces of the bombers, but also the Somali regular troops who were watching the bombing five kilometers away, as well as the border guards who were waiting on the Sony, Soue and Soue borders, and even the US military base 100 kilometers away, all of them were desperately searching for where the air raid came from.

There was no trace of the aircraft on their radar at all.

Not to mention airplanes, not even a bigger bird!

Shelling?

But how is this possible?!

How can there be such accurate artillery in the world?!

And most importantly, how did they find those ammunition depots?!

Guess what?

Standing on the front line, General Katznow lowered the telescope in his hand, his eyes filled with shock.

And standing next to him, the previous Colonel Abati, whose face was full of disbelief, was now written with the same stunned shock on his face.

Swallowing his saliva, he spoke.

"Is there a warning of an air raid on the PLA?"

"Some ......"

"Do you hear the sound of fighter jets?"

"No...... Their aircraft carrier is presumably still in the East China Sea. ”

"What plane can fly that far?"

"I don't know, don't ask me."

"That'...... We move forward? ”

“…… Let's get in the car first. ”

The battle has reached this point, and there is no suspense left.

None of the contingency plans discussed in the operational meeting seemed to have a chance to be used.

Of course, there is no doubt that this is a good thing.

Even, there was a strong premonition in his heart.

This war may soon be over......