The heroic spirit of the past has made you and I intoxicated several times.
The vicissitudes of the past have made you and me no longer pure.
When we parted, I didn’t know where you were going, nor did I tell you when we would meet again.
The flowers fade when the wind blows, and the flowers bloom when the wind blows. The day of reunion always comes unexpectedly.
Come on brother, cheers, we are swimming together through water, we are rushing through fire together, the days of triumph will never end until we are drunk.
At the airstrip on the western outskirts of the capital of Uganda, Yang Chen and his life-and-death brother Scorpion, who had been through the hail of bullets, boarded the somewhat tattered IL-76 transport plane, arm in arm and singing heroic songs.
Three hours later, the Russian-made IL-76 transport plane appeared over the Somali Peninsula. In the cabin, Yang Chen narrowed his deep eyes and looked down at the notorious Somalia through the porthole.
About ten minutes later, the transport plane landed at the multinational peacekeeping force airport 80 kilometers away from the streets of the Somali capital. Yang Chen and Scorpion walked out of the cabin one after another, followed by twenty strong men in camouflage uniforms carrying heavy packages and carrying large handbags.
Like a wolf and a tiger!
Yang Chen walked out of the cabin and looked at the dense forests connected to the mountains on the west side of the simple airport, the blue sky, and the tropical jungle that maintained its original style. It seemed like a pure land uncontested, quiet and peaceful, but he knew that the killings were still happening to this day.
The continued Somalia is by no means a pure land.
The main force of this peacekeeping force stationed in Somalia is the Pakistani 102nd Mountain Division. The United Kingdom and Italy each send a company. They are purely technical arms and are responsible for the technical support of logistics and communication equipment.
The person who greeted Yang Chen was Jiang Feng, the head of the Republic's peacekeeping force in Somalia, a colonel and a regiment-level cadre. He shook hands with Yang Chen enthusiastically and said: "I am very happy to see you. My superiors ordered me to provide you with help and intelligence as much as possible.
Support, but...the force I lead is a peacekeeping force composed of an engineering battalion and a medical unit. I'm afraid it won't be of much use. I hope you can understand our difficulties."
"We understand that we were fully prepared before coming. Once the location of the hostages is determined, I will take action quickly." Yang Chen said with a smile. Before coming, he was prepared for the worst and did not expect anyone to help him.
Peacekeeping force, symbolizing peace and justice.
However, Somalia's maintenance forces are only responsible for the safety of medical teams and distributing food and clothing to refugees. They are unable to stop the crazy conflicts and bloody killings among Somalia's armed factions. They have even watched on many occasions as armed militants entered refugee camps and started killing.
Uncle Sam, who claims to seek democracy and human rights for the people of the world, walked away after the Black Hawk Down incident. He stopped paying attention to Somalia and ignored the fact that tens of thousands of people were massacred. However, he kept accusing some peaceful countries of being insignificant.
human rights issues.
Fighting for democracy and fighting for human rights are just high-sounding pretexts!
Jiang Feng called over a black man of medium build but extremely strong, and introduced to Yang Chen: "He has provided intelligence to our peacekeeping forces for many years. He knows where the hostages are being held. He will be your guide this time to take you to rescue the hostages.
I hope you can protect him."
Yang Chen nodded slowly.
After arranging everything, Jiang Feng took his subordinates to pick up the plane and left. There were only twenty-three people left in front of a row of military tents beside the runway of the peacekeeping force's airport. Tomorrow, these twenty-three people would go deep into Mogadishu to rescue people. Yang Chen looked around him
Man, I suddenly remembered the movie "Tears of the Sun" starring Bruce Willis.
Rescue, killing, bloody battles, death, a group of elite SEAL warriors go deep into Africa to perform a tragic story.
Tragic.
A combination of sadness and magnificence, a passionate feeling, a dazzling style of a sonorous man, and a soul-stirring heroism. But Yang Chen, who has experienced too many lives and deaths, does not want anyone on his side to perform the tragic scene. The hero ends.
Singing tragic songs only shows sadness and earns only tears.
So Yang Chen repeatedly told everyone what they must pay attention to during this mission. The twenty Arctic Fox elite warriors nodded seriously. They already knew that the real master was the King of Hundred Battles above them and the god of death codenamed Saber. They did not dare to show it.
Not the slightest bit impatient.
As the sun sets in the west, the camp of the peacekeepers has a unique atmosphere. In the open space surrounded by military tents, bonfires are lit, and smoke rises. The men who have rested and relaxed for a long time skillfully peeled and cleaned the game they had brought and roasted it on the fire. Maybe these guys were fighting.
I'm used to it, without the solemnity of going to dangerous places, free and easy, talking and laughing, and the atmosphere is warm.
Inside the tent, smoke filled the air. Scorpion held a cigarette in his mouth. He sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped the military dagger that had not been stained with blood for a long time. His rough face showed a long-lost excitement and said: "Boss, I can finally fight alongside you again."
Yang Chen smiled and said: "It's not a good thing to fight side by side with me. How can you not escape a narrow escape from death? You really want to die by yourself?"
Scorpion said with a playful smile: "Boss, if I follow you, my brothers will die happy."
Yang Chen shook his head and smiled. At this moment, an English song sounded outside the tent. He listened attentively. The simple and plain lyrics inspired him to be full of pride. He walked out of the tent out of emotion. The men in the circle moved around to give Yang Chen a place to sit.
, Yang Chen was not polite, sat down, and sang together with the men who were about to accompany him through life and death. Scenes from the past came to mind, and the passionate life of those eventful years seemed to be before his eyes again.
If we are abandoned by the goddess of fate.
If we can never return to our hometown.
If a bullet ended our lives.
If we were doomed, at least we had earned honor.
The lively bonfire party lasted until past ten o'clock in the evening. The next day, at dawn, twenty elite Arctic Fox soldiers hung murderous weapons all over their bodies. They were all equipped with special forces individual soldiers and looked majestic.
A few years ago, the mercenary bodyguard team composed of more than 30 stragglers developed into a powerful force with over a thousand people and top-notch equipment in the hands of Yang Chen Scorpion. It is a miracle.
More than twenty people were led by the guide and lined up in a line, walking into the deep mountains and old forests. The dense branches and leaves of the tropical jungle blocked the sky. Yang Chen and the guide walked side by side at the front. The two of them carried long knives in their hands to explore the road, chopping down the things in front of them.
Bushes and foliage and vines blocking the view.
Whoosh!
Yang Chen stabbed down, and suddenly something long and slender suddenly hit his neck from the branch of the ancient tree next to him. It was fast and at a tricky angle. When the guide on the other side noticed it, it was too late to make a sound to remind Yang Chen.
He came to the rescue, but was shocked and stunned.
African Jungle Death, Black Mamba Snake.
The short-distance attack speed is faster than a galloping horse, and it maintains a shocking record of killing thirteen snake catchers every minute. This is why the guide was stunned and dazed. At this moment, he thought that Yang Chen beside him was already a snake.
