Red Alert Somalia

Seal, composed of the initials of the navy, land and air forces, was established in 1962 and is the most mysterious special operations force in the world.The SEALs are rarely known to the outside world about when, where, and what missions they have performed. However, this mysterious force can always appear at the time when the United States needs it most, and this time is no exception.

As one of more than 2,000 SEALs on active duty, Colonel Bowton and his 14 team members are all strong and physically fit, with extraordinary skills and abilities.They have received the most rigorous military training in the world, with extraordinary endurance and combat effectiveness, so they can enjoy the highest honor of the SEAL team.

When the U.S. Air Force heard two Raptor fighters taking off from Saudi Arabia and lost contact in Somalia’s territorial waters and territory, a spy satellite in near-Earth orbit showed that one of the Raptors had crashed into the wild in Somalia. , The pilot was able to parachute to survive, and issued a satellite distress signal, waiting for rescue.Thus, Captain Bowton and his team were ordered to go to rescue.

It is not the first time that Bowton has performed this kind of overseas rescue and special operations mission. With his actual combat experience, he can write a textbook combat history.However, Bowden's unspeakable personality failed to make him climb higher with the help of seniority.

The rank of this captain has just been awarded not long ago, and this is the result of his chief's efforts to cultivate and promote.

This seems a bit unfair to seals like Bowton. In fact, the value of seals is reflected in non-stop battles and battles. Once they leave the battlefield and enter the office, they are like being kept in captivity. In general, it will no longer be optimistic.You know, there is no shortage of officers in the US military. A powerful weapon is used on the battlefield. This is the value.If it appears in a museum, there is only one explanation, it has been replaced by another more powerful weapon, and the value naturally does not exist.

Bowton was seated on the first miniature submarine. The hatch was closed and encrypted. The boat slowly slid forward. He began to feel his eardrums swell and his head was covered in a thick quilt. Sitting alone.

"Boom..." The voice came, far away, very dull.Bowton knew very well that it was his own heartbeat.

The Sea Wolf’s missile launch bay began to store water, and the miniature submarine floated up like a syringe thrown into the sewer.Bowton could feel the boat's hull making an axial deflection.He imagined the scene when Mickey Mouse encountered a storm on his way out to sea, and couldn't help but feel funny.

Soon, as the missile launch bay was filled with water, the boat submerged in the water became stable. I don’t know who whispered in the dark: "Why haven’t you launched yet? Damn it! I can’t help but yao *!"

"Hey...!" A smirk came from behind, but Bowton didn't stop it. He knew that it was the players' jokes to relieve their anxiety.

In the deep sea, the first launch hatch of the Seawolf-class nuclear-powered attack submarine Carter, sitting still at the bottom, opened, and two miniature submarines slowly floated out of the hatch, like two newly hatched tadpoles, silently Swimming towards the Somali coast.

Saying goodbye to Captain Jefferson, Bowton led the team on two electrically-driven magnetic fluid jet-propelled miniature submarines, diving into the sea from the torpedo missile launch port in the front of the Seawolf.At that time, I could feel a very clear arch, like the feeling of a knight riding on the back of a cow.Then came the front longitudinal, the sea water outside the porthole rushed up quickly, and a dark blue water stream passed through the window.

Unlike the way of jumping into the air by helicopter, the members of the mini-submarine sit in two rows vertically. They can't see each other's faces. They can only communicate with each other by ears and voices to survive this difficult time.

The area I visited this time was the Somalia Freedom Alliance. The helicopter rushed at low altitude and still had a strong danger.The Somali Freedom Alliance, this emerging force has extremely advanced weapons and equipment, and the US military is no longer willing to take such a risk.The U.S. special forces in Djibouti and Ethiopia have always been under the attention of the Liberty Alliance army, and they are basically unable to sneak into Somalia. Furthermore, starting from these two places, they cannot use helicopters and trucks. They travel hundreds of kilometers. Relying on two feet, or disguising a vehicle, time will inevitably drag on.

In order to reach the incident area as soon as possible, it was handed over to the SEALs and took a submarine to the nearest sea area and landed from the bottom of the sea.

"Puff..." I don't know which guy was deliberately making fun of him. He stretched the sound of the watery fart very long, causing a slight snicker. Someone cursed in a low voice. It must be a closer distance. He already asked. A little peculiar smell.

Bowton raised his arms and made a quiet gesture. The seals immediately stopped and calmed down in the cabin. Only the slight noise from the electric engine came faintly like a small fan.

He was surprised at the special mood he had for this mission. It was a sense of urgency that he had never had before. It was definitely not an eagerness to try, but an arrow of home, as if something was waiting for him in front of him.

He is very clear that the place he wants to break into is not a scattered Middle East, nor an ordinary African country criss-crossed by ordinary forces, but a Somalia that is already under the management of the Liberty Alliance, like an iron barrel.That used to be the sad place in the United States, and now it is even more troubling to the United States.

What he wants to save is not the black eagle that fell in Mogadishu, but the bird of prey whose wings are at the core of the Liberty Alliance.The two are also in Somalia, but the results are completely different.

The average soldier may not know, but Bowden is quite clear.Once there was a SEAL team in Somalia, and the team leader, who was also a former comrade in arms of Bowton, was killed in Ethiopia.So far, the United States has not even restored its identity to the SEAL team.Still refused to recognize the original team.

He also knew that there was also a blue beret army special unit, buried under the sand of Somalia with the seal team.A total of thirty or so US special forces, in a short battle, could not even find their bodies.

Therefore, Bowton never felt a moment of ease during this trip.Because he knew very well that the enemy he had to face was definitely not those third-rate armed forces and armies, let alone those invisible warlord armed forces.It is an army that is most likely to be trained under the Chinese Secrets, with combat effectiveness and weapons and equipment reaching first-class.

Before, Bowden had been praying, hoping that he would not be assigned to perform tasks in the jungles of China or Southeast Asia. Since then, there has been one more place for this kind of prayer, and that is Somalia.He prefers to meet Russian Alpha in the Siberian plains, and is unwilling to perform missions in Somalia.

After the order, he has no right to refuse. Now what he wants to think about is how to take his team members back safely so that each of them can continue to have the opportunity to reunite with their families.

Bauton closed his eyes lightly and imagined the reef he chose as the landing site in the blue fluorescence. This is a special piece of reefs scattered around the coastline. There are steep cliffs on all sides. There is a slope about four meters wide in the wall, just enough for the rubber assault boat they carry to land on the beach.

I hope there is really a slope there, and I hope there will be no one there in broad daylight.Bowton murmured to himself, and he had a lot of setbacks in finding a place where the assault boat could rush to the shore smoothly.

The reconnaissance satellite and Global Hawk high-altitude reconnaissance aircraft were dispatched to provide him with 0.1-meter high-resolution pictures for screening, and the current landing site was initially selected.Finally, the reconnaissance data is restored by a computer to a digital module of three-dimensional images, which forms the best plan for actual landing.Now, it is stored in the miniature satellite navigation terminal computer under Bowton's crotch, and every member of the team is also familiar with the location and location.

In a slight shaking, Bowton touched the satellite positioning terminal computer on his waist, combing his brain for the action plan after landing.

The pilot who crashed the Raptor sent the metering parameters of his location to the Saudi Air Force Base through satellite connection in the first time of landing. According to the position displayed by this coordinate, it is only from the landing site of the SEAL team. It's half an hour away.

"I hope he will stay there when we arrive." Bowton muttered in his heart, subconsciously wanting to breathe a sigh of relief.Suddenly, an extremely strong sense of crisis suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart. Over the past ten years in the army, he has experienced hundreds of wars. With his strong sixth sense, Bowden did not know how many fatal crises he had escaped.

But there has never been a sense of crisis. It was so strong at this moment, as if someone used a gun to pay off the back of his head, and he heard the sound of a firing pin.The kind of thorns on his back, the whole body was cold, and even his breathing began to rush.

His eyes couldn't help but look out of the porthole, the dim seabed, and a huge seabed mountain in the distance, lying quietly there, the outline of the round mountain is as deep as an abyss.

For some reason, Bowton looked at this submarine mountain, and the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger, as if it was not a mountain, but a dormant deep-sea monster, and that blood basin had been opened and it was facing They rushed.

This sense of crisis comes quickly and goes quickly.When the miniature submarine left the mountain range far behind, the alarm bell in Bowton's mind also stopped.

"It seems that I paid too much money!" Bao Dun took a deep breath and smiled bitterly in his heart.

However, what Bowton didn't know was that after the two miniature submarines left the sea, the bottom of this "mountain" suddenly moved slightly, revealing two scarlet eyes, like rubies in the dark.And these scarlet eyes stared at the two miniature submarines that had left here.

Then, the "mountain" began to move, moving in the opposite direction of the two micro-submarines.