Chapter 199： : You can only blame yourself for being weak, not others for being strong!

Berbera!

Located in the southwest of Hargeisa, it is a small town with a population of about 20,000, but because of its special geographical location, Hassan stationed a reinforced battalion of nearly 800 people here, and is also equipped with 17 M102-style 105mm Howitzers, 20 small-caliber M30 107mm mortars, and a Soviet-made PK machine gun in each row.

No wonder Hassan nicknamed the 3rd Battalion "Hippolyta" for this firepower.

In ancient Greek mythology, this means God of War.

MD, this firepower is called God of War? What should those rabbits with 8 PF98 80mm anti-tank rocket launchers in a class be called?

But having said that, the 3rd Battalion took Hassan a lot of effort to build, including the salary is close to 7 dollars a day, which is a high salary in Somalia where the labor salary is 1.7 dollars, and the individual weapons besides AK47 are also Pistol, this treatment is simply enviable.

At this time, Brigadier General Sumer Hassan of the third battalion was standing on the playground of the barracks under the protection of the guards. He was wearing sunglasses, had a short beard, and his slashed cheeks were slightly tough. Seeger, it looks like a soldier.

In fact, his relationship with Hassan can be known from his surname.

After all, this kind of ace unit must be in their own hands.

And this Sumel is not just a sack, he graduated from the command department at the South African Military Academy with the second place in the class, declined the South African military's solicitation, returned to Hassan, and served as the leader of the main battle force at the age of 24. At the age of 27, he became the commander of the newly formed 3rd Battalion with the rank of brigadier general.

Once swept several major tribes in the south with 400 people, and the opponent bowed his head and surrendered, nicknamed: "Tiger!"

Su Meier looked at the military watch on his wrist and murmured, "Here we come."

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the roar of the engine. From far to near, I squinted my eyes and looked towards the mid-air. Six armed helicopters were flying low in the air. This movement caused everyone in the barracks to be excited. When he raised his head, the side wind from the propeller hurt his cheeks, and the flesh on Su Meier's face was trembling.

Three Hinds combined with three Mi-8 "Hippo" transport aircraft.

This kind of transport plane is one of the main means of transportation for the Soviet Army, and it can carry 27 people. When the hatch was opened, Su Meier saw what is called a real local tyrant. They wear body armor, unified tactical goggles, and their weapons are based on their own preferences, but almost everyone has an ASVal micro-sound automatic rifle!

Of course, there are also 9mm VSS micro-sniper rifles on their backs, with some small accessories on them, which make them look much taller.

This set of equipment will cost at least several thousand dollars.

Moreover, Su Meier has not seen a large-scale mercenary wearing body armor.

It's not that you can't afford it, of course, this is also one of the factors, but that body armor will affect the activities of the human body, which is not conducive to movement.

But Tang Dao is that employees who require umbrellas must wear body armor if allowed.

after all…

If one person dies, the pension is enough to buy dozens of them.

"General Sumer?"

A burly white man in overalls came over, glanced at his military rank, and saluted casually, "Umbrella employee, Bradbury Christian Biddle is reporting to you." He then Reminder, "Of course, you can call me Worm, that's my nickname, I like it."

Su Meier nodded, stretched out his hand to hold the opponent, feeling the strength and calluses from that big hand, this is definitely a warrior who has experienced many battles.

"Welcome, Mr. Worm."

"My duty is to help you defend Berbera. Of course, we will not follow the group for combat reasons. Please understand."

Mercenaries are more of a special ops model than a massive "Ula" charge, which is light infantry...if the Africans have that concept too, of course.

Su Meier, who was studying at the South African Military Academy, certainly knew what the role of these people was.

Would you touch a diamond to an egg?

If you're rich, just pretend that assumption doesn't exist.

"Yes, I have prepared living supplies and dormitories for you. I will not involve your command, but if necessary, I will issue a support order to you. I hope you can cooperate."

"Of course!" Worm nodded. This has been said very frankly. The two parties are friendly and cooperative. There is no relationship between superiors and subordinates. You play your game and I play mine. After chatting with Su Meier for a few more words , the latter had something to leave. After all, with so many things on the front line, the Johannes army was approaching the city. It was already a great honor for him to come to greet him.

The worm looked at the opponent's back, turned around, and yelled loudly, "Gentlemen, take your weapons and equipment, and don't lose them, or Mr. John will point your forehead and make you lose money." And...God bless." New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest computer terminal: https://

"Amen…"

Someone tapped on the chest a few times, and someone picked up a treasured cross and kissed it.

This is already common to soldiers mainly in Europe or North America. It may be funny to say that, let God bless the **** executioner, this is a great irony.

…

The movements of the six helicopters couldn't be hidden even if they wanted to.

Johannes received the news immediately.

"It seems that Hassan has also found foreign aid." He frowned, then let go, pretending to be relaxed, and looked at the arms dealer Harry, who smiled, "The Somali Eagle has joined the battle."

Nicholas Tang!

that man?

Johannes was stunned, his eyes flickering, "I heard that he has a security company, which gathers many elites, as well as retired officers from the US military..."

"General, I'm afraid you don't know enough." Harry folded his hands and interrupted the other party, laughing, "His company has at least close to 400 employees, most of whom have military experience and are veterans who survived on the battlefield. Perhaps, the equipment is sufficient to withstand the impact of any North African army. Moreover, they also carry rocket launchers and individual mortars, and even air support and long-range strikes. It is not a simple sentence that can be summed up by elites .”

Harry's tone also reveals envy? Johannes could hear it.

He is indeed envious!

The security company is nourished by the profits of the arms dealer, and the latter provides the former with military protection. This kind of win-win model is generally only available to large companies. After all, to support hundreds of people, the salary alone is close to dozens of people a day. Ten thousand dollars, plus other miscellaneous...

"Fack! This guy is really rich." Harry was tired of it, and after a rough calculation, the other party's worth was at least hundreds of millions!

Only this price can afford it, and there is a fixed sales channel and purchaser.

No wonder, the idlers in Somalia under his control are inaccessible. If it wasn't for the death of Joe Darrow, Hassan didn't quickly occupy Kismayo, which created a gap. Harry really might not be able to get in, even if the people behind him The consortium doesn't have the ability to force it in this place in Africa. After all, this place belongs to black people, this place belongs to backwardness, and it belongs to violence!

but…

"Maybe it's time to send Asians to God, African interests can only be played by white people." These words roared in Harry's heart.

If this Somali giant is really pulled down, the benefits he will get from it will be astronomical.

And Johannes next to him was also dumbfounded, that Asian... so fierce?

Just when the two of them were lost in thought, hurried footsteps came from the door suddenly, and a black man wearing the rank of captain rushed in, holding a telegram in his hand, staring at the eyeballs, and he could clearly see the protein underneath.

"Report, General, Aidid's army is found to be gathering in the north of Kismayo, and the defense line has moved forward for nearly 40 kilometers!"

Um? !

Everyone in the command tent was taken aback for a moment, but after regaining consciousness, Johannes hurried to the map to study. His culture is regarded as a highly educated talent in Somalia, and even if he is working as a personal for Joe Darrow When he was a doctor, he also liked to study maps and combat modes by himself, which may be a man's romance.

Pointing at Kismayo, he moved slowly towards the north, and finally settled within Aidid's sphere of influence, "What is he doing? Is he going to war with us?"

"General, we only have a 17th Battalion of about 400 people in the north...I'm afraid." The staff officer next to him hesitated.

"General, General..."

There was a shout at the door. There was panic in the voice. It was still the captain with a telegram in his hand. When he felt Johannes' almost murderous gaze, he swallowed his saliva and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, "Including Argentina Three military factories, including Domingo-Matt, have sent us circulars, and they will cancel their previous orders."

It turned out to be this matter,

Johannes breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a few nursing home-style military factories that couldn't get on the table, and this order was placed symbolically when Joe Darrow was there. Not to mention the quantity, it won't hurt his muscles at all. To the bone, there are Harry's beautiful goods in the back. Who will use those small stones when they are used to hard currency?

"Is there anything else?" Seeing from the corner of his eye that the captain hadn't left, he asked in a deep voice The front line reports that Aidid's army has already attacked us..."

Is it so hard to tell what's important?

Johannes grabbed the ashtray on the table and threw it at it, "Get out!" The other party shrank his neck in fright and left in a mellow embarrassment.

MD, the people under this hand are too unreliable, thinking outside the box!

He propped his hands on the table, and he was about to retreat in his heart. Hassan didn't disappear later, but he was slapped on the back of his ass.

For the first time, Harry looked bewildered, and Johannes gave him a look and gave up asking him what he thought.

This person is also unreliable.

…

"Fire!"

"Target, straight ahead, fire!"

There are 21 D-74s in the artillery battalion built by Aidid! Although this is a gun from the 1940s, it is still very good in suppressing, annihilating living forces and firearms, and destroying field fortifications. It has a tough style and an attack distance of 24,000 meters. In addition to this, there is also 2S19, which is known as an artifact of building demolition. Type cannon, just push it across!

Under such firepower, the small town of Braha, supported by only 400 people, was crumbling.

As for the civilians inside?

War has never cared about the lives of these people. Apart from protesting, those human rights organizations may eat more than anyone else.

The law of the jungle is manifested incisively and vividly in Africa, sometimes...

You can only blame yourself for being weak, not others for being strong!