Chapter 1538 East African Ambush Circle (Happy New Year to everyone!)
The moment the tail cabin door of the transport plane opened, what hit us was a completely different smell from home.
Although they are both tropical, the air here is neither humid nor dry. The wind blowing against your face makes people feel quite pleasant.
"Brothers, look, this is our - Lamu Space Measurement and Control Station!"
The Lamu Space Measurement and Control Station was a leased area obtained through aerospace cooperation with the United Kingdom. The entire Lamu Islands is a leased area.
Although it is slightly smaller than the Diego Garcia Military Base, the base is very lively, with helicopters taking off and landing from time to time.
"They set off from here and headed to the interior of Kenya to assist the British army in counter-insurgency operations."
Helicopter!
Helicopters are extremely common in the military. In the past few years, the military has been using helicopters to implement air maneuvers. Whether in actual combat or in actual combat, the role of helicopters in rainforests and 3D operations has been proven time and time again. Unique effect.
Therefore, in addition to the Army's Air Cavalry Brigade, the Army's Marine Expeditionary Brigade is also equipped with a large number of helicopters.
General-purpose helicopters and armed helicopters are used to replace armored vehicles and tanks to a certain extent. In their previous training, they also carried helicopters to combat zones and used helicopters as a maneuvering method to conduct combat.
This three-dimensional combat method is exactly the change brought about by helicopters. It is destined to fundamentally change war and change the course of war.
Amidst the roar of helicopters, Zhang Sixiang and his comrades finally arrived at their destination. Soon, they were assigned housing - a row of container houses.
When entering the camp, the logistics officer who came to greet them explained to them:
"Oh, everyone needs it. In recent months, tens of thousands of troops have been stationed. The base is so big, and the conditions are definitely not as good as those at home. Everyone needs to make do with it first, and we will definitely be assigned new dormitories in a few months."< br>
Indeed, as the logistics officer said, the conditions of these container houses are very poor. Although they have air conditioning, they cannot be used - because of insufficient power supply, the diesel generators sent from the local area are still on the road. Can ensure the advantages of key departments.
Moreover, four people have to live in each room. Not only that, there is only one bathroom for every 12 people. In short, the conditions are unimaginably bad.
10 days, just 10 days later, like everyone else, Zhang Sixiang began to miss the camp on Patai Island.
For no other reason than he and his comrades had left Patai Island and arrived in the northwest theater of Kenya.
When I first came to the war zone, there was little change here day after day.
Every morning at six o'clock, the sun rises. Every time it rises, the color changes a little, first it is red, then gold, and finally white.
The early morning breeze had disappeared. By noon, under the bright sky, there was an endless prairie. Compared with the contiguous farms dozens of kilometers away, most of the areas where Africans lived were still in their original state. There are only some sparse fields near the village.
On the grassland, some cattle graze freely, some locals with only cloth tied around their waists are herding their cattle, and a few thin trees are scattered on the grassland.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, a gust of wind finally blew on the grassland. The wind was hot and stirred up the dust on the road. No matter where you are, as long as there is a wind, there will be dust flying. The dust is like clouds, covering the sky and covering the sun, and breaking into the tent like a ghost.
The canvas tent was blown up, and the tethers were pulled tightly by the wind. It looked like it was about to fly into the sky, but as soon as the draft passed, it was all pulled back.
The dust warriors brought by the wind have become the biggest enemies. They will stick to everything they touch, whether it is a person, a gun, or a leaf.
Everything in the camp was covered in dust, everything we breathed and ate was covered in ash. Even the drinking water was covered with dust, even military water bags and simple buckets were covered with dust, and the filtered boiled water turned into yellow mud.
This is the battlefield... Everything is the most primitive and crude. Zhang Sixiang, like everyone else, tried to stay still as much as possible, but he was still sweating profusely. The skin was stained with ash and sweat, forming a sticky film on the body.
The temperature number is not important here. The only valid measure of high temperature is people. The impact of high temperature on people is enough to illustrate the problem: high temperature can stop the brain from thinking or make people sweat or even die from dehydration.
In comparison, the base on Patai Island has become a paradise, especially for helicopter pilots and mechanics, who believe they can hide in cool dormitories or air-conditioned clubs.
The soldiers on the defensive line had nowhere to hide except to accept their fate. It was only at night that I felt more comfortable, but then swarms of malaria-carrying mosquitoes came again, as well as the sound of sniper gunfire.
"Bang..."
Late at night, a gunshot from an unknown source broke the dark silence. Zhang Sixiang, who was lying behind the sandbag, didn't even look.
Li Yu looked up nervously, then looked at his comrades beside him and said:
"Sixiang, you don't seem to be worried at all!"
"What's there to worry about? It's just a group of black people. Tell a joke, my PE teacher..."
Zhang Sixiang, holding a cigarette in his mouth, said:
"He is an Olympic athlete who has participated in the Olympics. He said that at the Olympics, all the medal-winning athletes on the U.S. shooting team were white, but what about the track and field team? Do you know who the medal-winning athletes are? ”
Li Yu, who was rubbing the dirt on his neck in boredom, said curiously:
"What are they?"
After taking a puff of cigarette, Zhang Sixiang grinned and said:
"All black people..."
"Damn!"
Li Yu extended a middle finger and said:
"You guys can really do damage. What you mean is that they run fast and have no shooting talent!"
"Who said that? I never said it..." As he spoke, he looked towards the machine gun fortification not far away. The position of the machine gun could hardly be seen in the darkness. As a machine gunner, Zhou Wangtang cleverly designed his The position even had a fortress-like concealment trench for forward observers.
Such careful deployment is very necessary, but what kind of threat can the so-called Free Army bring to them?
"Not all locals are like this."
Li Yu thought for a while and said.
"I heard from a veteran of the 4th Air Cavalry Brigade. A black man on Patai Island told him that he was a descendant of the Tang people and a descendant of the survivors of the Tang shipwreck on Patai Island in Lamu Town, Kenya a hundred years ago.
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They are generally smarter than the locals. ”
"Is there such a thing?"
Out of curiosity, Zhang Sixiang said:
"We must go back and see if we are really from the Tang Dynasty."
"Let's wait until the mission is completed first. When do you think the Free Army will attack us?"
Ten days have passed, a full ten days. After the initial freshness has passed, it is more torment. After all, the environment outside the field is very harsh.
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And what's worse is a boring life.
Because I have read stories about heroes, I want to become a hero. For a young man who wants to be a hero, he has never thought that the battlefield can be so boring.
Here, there seems to be no flash of swords, no life-and-death struggle, just a boring time. Time seems to stand still here, and everyone is waiting anxiously.
Until one day, the order was given that they would leave this defense line and continue marching towards the front.
The soldiers sat on the off-road vehicle, and the machine gunner stood there operating the M240 machine gun on the roof of the off-road vehicle. They observed the surroundings from time to time.
The East African prairie is as peaceful as ever. You can even see a group of wildebeests on the grassland. The sky, the earth, and everything in the world are so peaceful. When driving in the car and on the grassland, the smell of green grass wafts from the grass on both sides of the road. Although this smell is a bit unfamiliar, it smells like a lift, and a majestic vitality seems to be rushing towards you.
Perhaps it was because everything around them was so beautiful that people forgot that this was a battlefield, and even couldn't help but hum softly there.
"Oh, Cinderella, my Cinderella..."
While Zhang Sixiang was humming, Zhou Wangtang, who was operating the machine gun, lowered his head and shouted at him:
"She must be a black girl, a black girl with an open mind!"
Then he sang again.
"Oh, black girl, my black girl..."
His singing brought loud laughter from his comrades. No one was interested in the black girl, but that didn't stop them from making these jokes.
"Fuck you..."
Amidst the laughter, Zhang Sixiang was surprised to see a beautiful blood flower blooming on Zhou Wangtang's neck with a smile, and the blood spurted out like a fountain...
Zhang Sixiang was dumbfounded by the sudden change, and looked stupidly at his comrade who still had a smile on his face.
"Pfft...pfft..."
Zhou Wangtang, who was covering the wound with his hand, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but what came out of his mouth was blood. However, he stopped for a moment, and then slowly fell down under his shocked gaze... You could also see him twitching continuously. feet...
It was only then that the sound of gunfire came, and the gunfire was very dense.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack..."
"Wang Tang, Wang Tang..."
The comrades in the back row tried to save Zhou Wangtang, but as soon as their hands touched his neck, blood spurted out again.
At this moment, gunshots were fired, shooting towards the surroundings.
"There is an ambush..."
Like everyone else, Zhang Sixiang also jumped out of the car, leaning on the wheel, right next to the engine compartment, aiming in the direction of the gunfire. Half a man deep in the grass, it was impossible to see clearly where the enemy was.
Holding the AR15 rifle in his hand, Zhang Sixiang fired randomly into the grass without even thinking about it. After emptying a magazine of bullets, when changing the magazine, he saw the blood on his hand. This was Zhou Wangtang's wound. The blood spurted out hit everyone.
Even now, after leaving the car, he could still smell the choking smell of blood. Through the analysis of the car door, he could see that Zhou Wangtang's twitching feet had stopped moving.
The comrades in the carriage were cursing over and over again
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."
He was covered in blood, on his chest, face, hands, and arms. He tried to save the lives of his comrades, but everything was in vain.
At this time, there was no time to mourn at all, as intensive gunfire came from all directions.
It's an ambush!
The enemy has prepared an ambush circle and is waiting for them to rush in...
(End of chapter)