Chapter 1286 Operation Dandelion

East Africa.

Elvag area.

The altitude here is high, it is located in a mountainous area, and fresh water resources are scarce. There are neither rich mineral deposits nor fertile arable soil, only endless poverty and backwardness.

Except for extremist forces, civilian armed forces, and large and small arms brokers, almost no one has the slightest interest in this barren land.

And even for those who are interested in this place, this interest is seldom aimed at the land itself, but at nearby cities, villages, and humanitarian convoy stations that are still lucrative.

Usually, although they rob and kidnap, they seldom kill people. Although the nearby ZF authorities hate this stubborn disease, they are powerless against this tumor. Although the neighboring countries have applied for military assistance more than once, the authorities naturally cannot easily nod out of concerns that it is easy to ask God and send God away.

Therefore, this no-nonsense zone full of chaos and crime has maintained a balance for more than ten years with a strange tacit understanding, and has become a breeding ground for terrifying plagues.

However, this situation has been a little unexpected recently.

A large number of military units began to gather towards the area, and the police and militiamen in nearby towns set up checkpoints and checkpoints along the main traffic roads, enclosing the entire area inside and out.

Even the wild goats living nearby can smell the smell of gunpowder gradually filling the air and start migrating eastward.

As if throwing a match on a pile of gasoline barrels, the Elwag area, which has been stable for decades, is like a pot of boiling water that boils in an instant.

"Why not just let it rot like this?"

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

Elevag is a tough nut to crack.

Even if the US military lands here, it will be difficult to pull this tumor out of the desert in a short time.

Of course, the main trouble is that it is impossible for the militants active in the local area to confront them on the frontal battlefield, but will use the complex terrain to launch guerrilla attacks with them.

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

"Because the idiots occupying this area did a stupid thing and completely pissed off a new overlord. Now we have to convince the superpower to the east that we have nothing to do with these people."

Holding the binoculars in his hands, General Katsino's eagle-like gaze was full of solemnity, "Besides, they promised to support us in recovering this area and help us rebuild it."

"Support? How? Air strikes? Leaflets?"

When he said this, Colonel Abati's face was full of sarcasm.

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

When those militants break up and enter cities, alleys, and deep mountains, even if all the fighter jets at the nearby US air force base are used, it will not have any effect.

This battle is doomed to fail.

Apart from throwing the regional situation that has finally stabilized into chaos again, and letting other countries see their incompetence in dealing with overseas military conflicts, no substantial progress will be made.

"They didn't elaborate, they just told us to wait for their news." Putting down the binoculars in his hand, General Katznow did not express any opinion, but simply said, "We don't need to take the lead anyway, we just wait quietly .”

...

On a ravine-ridden hill, Marash, dressed as a shepherd, used the binoculars in his hand to look at the regular army camp in the distance, his eyes filled with gloom.

At this moment, a strong man with an AK on his back crawled up from the mountain road behind him and reported to him in a nervous tone.

"The Somali authorities have assembled at least three divisions here. It seems that they are determined to deal with us."

"What about the Kenya-Ethiopia border?"

Swallowing, the dark-skinned subordinate said.

"They've closed the border and increased patrolling..."

The escape route has been blocked...

The situation is quite serious, and it can even be said that it has reached a critical moment.

However, instead of showing a trace of fear on the face of this bearded man, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His army—or the tribe is one of the warlords entrenched in this unowned land, and besides him, there are many other large and small warlords living here.

Although they are usually in a state of disunity, once they encounter the invasion of "external forces", or someone tries to end the chaos in this area, all the armed forces active in this generation will temporarily put down their contradictions and stand on the same front. .

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

Not to mention the tens of millions of dollars worth of munitions in his hands, even without these munitions, he has never been afraid of the armies of the three nearby countries.

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

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

It's like being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Suddenly realizing something, Marash suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky.

But there was nothing there except a clear sky, not to mention the shadow of a fighter jet, not even a large cloud.

Is it an illusion?

The uneasiness in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

He couldn't help clenching his fists, and Marash began to mutter in his heart, hesitating whether to withdraw from here first, he suddenly saw a few black spots against the dazzling sunlight.

The black spot is very small.

If it wasn't too crowded, if it wasn't just looking in that direction, he would even ignore it.

The Adam's apple moved up and down, and Marash stretched out his hand to the telescope, chanting something subconsciously.

"...Damn, what is that?"

However, before he could fully utter these words, a violent tremor came from under his feet, and along with a billowing smoke and fire two kilometers away, he almost fell to the ground.

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

"No--!!!"

There was an ammunition depot he had deployed nearby, containing bullets and IEDs capable of arming at least two guerrillas.

Staring at the fire that soared into the sky, Marash's eyes were bloodshot, and he searched the sky in horror, trying to find out where the air strike came from.

However, the enemy seems to be non-existent, and every shell that falls seems to have eyes.

Only the fire that kept lighting the ground, as well as the fixed defense facilities and ammunition depots that were precisely cleared out, announced that something was flying above their heads and unleashed fierce firepower on them.

Marash grabbed the walkie-talkie, roared with all his strength, commanded the surviving men to move the ammunition to a safe place, and ordered the soldiers on the front line to disperse immediately, ready to break up into pieces and fight the enemy's ground troops to the death fight.

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

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

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

They were "black coffins" tied by parachutes.

They are slightly larger than Orbital Airborne drop pods, but not by much larger.

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

Soon, after a smooth landing, the hatches inlaid on the four walls of the black coffin opened one after another, revealing drones embedded in the brackets inside the bulkhead.

The signal lights were all lit up almost instantly, and accompanied by the buzzing of the electric drive motor, the drones were like a swarm of wasps, and under the joint guidance of the satellite and the ground terminal, they entered a messy environment. battlefield.

Those drones are only a little bigger than the palms of two adults. If you count the wings, there are about four palms. There are small-caliber muzzles and exposed magazines hanging under the chassis. Often a dive can rain down a bloody storm. .

The flames soaring into the sky and the flames of the guns illuminated the fear on the faces of every militant. The air strikes launched from nowhere almost destroyed their ammunition depots deployed on the ground and even in the tunnels. Now they are And had to face a group of bloodthirsty "swarms".

It is almost impossible to hit those little guys scattered hundreds of meters away, but in contrast, they can come and go freely on the battlefield with their flexible bodies.

Marash knows things like drones. Compared with most of his compatriots, he has seen some "worldly things" because of his experience of fighting the US military as a mercenary in North Africa.

In fact, it is very easy to shoot down this kind of thing. When they fly in foolishly and fly in the direction they are going, they can basically be shot down.

You don't even need a gun, maybe you can pick up a rock.

However, to his horror, these drones seemed to have brains. They not only used bunkers to exchange fire with them, but also knew how to use simple fire suppression and outflanking tactics to perform surgical operations on their fixed fortifications. clean up.

It's as if every drone is controlled by a professional field engineer behind it...

...

The flames soaring into the sky almost took the limelight from the sun, and the billowing smoke from the hills, Gobi, and dead woods merged into the clouds in the sky. The wind carrying the billowing yellow sand swept across a messy battlefield, as if it had a hint of rusty chill.

Not only Marash is searching for traces of the bomber, but also the Somali regular army watching the bombing five kilometers away, as well as those border guards who are waiting on the border of Sony and Soy, and even the US military base hundreds of kilometers away. , everyone was desperately searching for where the air strike came from.

There was absolutely no trace of the plane on their radar.

Not to mention the plane, not even a bigger bird!

shelling?

But how is this possible? !

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

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

Guess what?

Standing on the front line, General Katznow put down the binoculars in his hand, his eyes were already filled with shock.

And standing next to him, Colonel Abati, who was full of disbelief before, now has the same dumbfounded shock written on his face.

Swallowing, he spoke.

"Is there an air strike being announced over the PLA?"

"some……"

"Did you hear the fighter jets?"

"No...their aircraft carrier is probably still in the East China Sea."

"What plane can fly so far?"

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

"Then... shall we move forward?"

"...Let's get in the car first."

The battle has progressed to this point, and there is no longer any suspense.

It seemed that none of the contingency plans discussed in the combat meeting had a chance to be used.

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

He even had a strong premonition in his heart.

This war may end soon...