Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

East Africa.

Elwag region.

High altitudes, mountainous regions, scarce freshwater resources, neither abundant minerals nor fertile arable soils, but endless poverty and backwardness.

With the exception of extremist forces, civilian armed groups and arms brokers large and small, there is little interest in this barren land.

And even for those who are interested here, this interest is rarely directed at the land itself, but at cities, villages and people nearby that still have oil and water. Humanitarian convoy cantonments.

Often they are robbed, kidnapped but rarely killed, and the nearby ZF authorities, while hating the disease, are powerless about the tumor. Although neighbouring countries have applied for military assistance on more than one occasion, it is naturally impossible for the authorities to nod their heads easily out of concern that God can easily be sent.

As a result, this troika of chaos and evil has maintained a ten-year balance with a strange acquiescence and has become a breeding ground for the scourge of terror.

However, this situation has recently been somewhat unexpected.

Large numbers of military units began to assemble towards the area, and police and militias in nearby towns set up checkpoints and checkpoints along the main traffic lanes, circling the entire area.

Even the wild goats living nearby can smell the powder that's spreading in the air and begin to migrate east.

As if a match had been thrown on a pile of gasoline barrels, the Erwag region, which had been stable for decades, was like a pot of boiling boiling water, boiling instantly.

“Why don't you just let this place rot? ”

Standing next to General Katzno, Colonel Abbati glanced at the forthcoming defenses and said, "Is it not good for the main nation living on this land anyway not to be our Somalis, to let those heterosexual Dalits die for themselves? ”

Ellwag is a hard bone to chew.

Even if the U.S. Army landed here, it would be difficult to pull this tumor out of the desert in a short time.

The main problem, of course, is that the armed elements active on the ground are simply not likely to confront them on the frontal battlefield, but to engage in guerrillas with them on the basis of complex terrain.

Don't say they've only assembled three infantry divisions here now, and even doubling them is hard to take advantage of.

“Because the idiots who occupied the area did something stupid and completely annoyed a new hegemony. Now we have to convince the super-Power in the east that we have nothing to do with these people. ”

With the telescope in his hand, General Katzno's eagle gaze was filled with weight, "Besides, they promised to help us reclaim the area and help us rebuild it. ”

“Support? How? An air strike? Or a flyer? ”

In saying this, Colonel Abbati's face was full of ridicule.

This is a mistake that all lay people would make when they intervene in the situation in Somalia.

When those armed elements enter cities, alleys and deep mountains in zero form, even if all fighters from nearby US Air Force bases are used, they will have no effect.

This battle is doomed to failure.

No substantial progress will be made except to bring the situation in the region, which has not been easy to stabilize, back into chaos and to show other countries their incompetence in dealing with military conflicts abroad.

“They did not elaborate, they merely told us to wait for their news," Put down the binoculars in your hands, General Katzno did not make any comments, simply said, "We do not have to fight the front lines anyway, we just have to wait quietly. ”

……

On a hill stretching across a ditch, dressed as a shepherd, Marsh looked out with a telescope in his hand at a regular army garrison in the distance, and his eyes filled with shadow.

At this point, a strong man with an ak behind his back crawled up from the mountain road behind him and reported to him in a tense tone.

“The Somali authorities have assembled at least three divisions here, and it appears that they are ready to take care of us. ”

“What about the Kenya-Ethiopia border? ”

He swallowed his mouth and his dark-skinned men said.

“They have closed the border and increased patrols…”

The exit route has been sealed...

The situation is rather grave, and it can even be said that it has reached a critical juncture in life and death.

Instead of being scared, the bearded man had a cruel smile in his mouth.

His troops —— or the tribes, in this deserted land. One of the valves, and besides him, there are many other large and small armies living here. Valve.

Although they are usually scattered sands, once invaded by “external forces" or anyone attempts to put an end to the chaos in the area, all the armed forces active in this generation temporarily put aside their contradictions and stand unanimously on the same front.

Marsh is not at all worried that he might lose.

Not to mention the tens of millions of dollars worth of arms in his possession, without which he had never been afraid of the armies of three nearby countries.

Once the war has been dragged into a brutal chainsaw war, displaced refugees will hit the entire East African region. At the same time, under both internal and external pressure, the weak Somali authorities must be the first to fail.

At this moment, however, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

It's like being targeted by a fierce beast.

Suddenly realizing what it was, Marsh looked up and looked up into the sky.

But there's nothing there but a clear sky, let alone a fighter shadow, and you can't even find a big cloud.

Is that an illusion?

My anxiety grew stronger and stronger.

He couldn't help squeezing his fist and started mumbling in Marsh's heart, hesitating to get out of here first, when he suddenly saw several black dots against the dazzling sun.

That little black dot.

If it hadn't been too dense, if it hadn't just looked in that direction, he would have even ignored it.

The throat knot moved up and down, and Marsh reached for the telescope and subconsciously said a word in his mouth.

“... Shit, what is that? ”

However, without waiting for his words to come out completely, a severe tremor came from under his feet, almost lifting him to the ground with a rolling smoke and fire two kilometres away.

And when he stood steady, his eyes looked in that direction, and his chest bled into his head.

“No ——!!! ”

There's his ammunition depot nearby, loaded with at least two swimming weapons. Squad bullets and IEDs.

Staring at the blazing fire, the eyes of Marsh, wide open, filled with blood, searched in horror to find out where the air strike came from.

Yet, as if there were no enemies, every shell that fell seemed to have long eyes.

Only the constantly lit fire of the earth, as well as the fixed defensive installations and ammunition depots that were precisely cleared, proclaimed something flying over their heads and spilled ferocious fire at them.

Marsh 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 and prepare to turn into zero for a special death fight with the enemy's ground forces.

However, the marathon at this moment is unaware that the first round of air strikes is only the beginning of a tentative exercise.

The nightmare that belongs to all of them is just beginning.

The black dots floating in the air finally reveal its full face.

It's a "black coffin” chained to a parachute.

They are slightly larger, but not much larger, than the airborne compartments of orbital airborne personnel.

Covered by air strikes, they were like dandelions, scattered across the battlefield and deployed vertically on the ground.

Soon after a steady landing, the hatch doors embedded in the four-wall enclosure of the black coffin opened, revealing a drone embedded on the inner bracket of the hatch.

The signal lights lit almost entirely in an instant, accompanied by the buzzing of an electrically driven motor, and a drone, like a hived horse bee, killed into a ruined battlefield under the common guidance of satellites and ground terminals.

Those drones are only bigger than the slaps of two adults, and if you count about four slaps on the wing, a small aperture of gunpoint and exposed magazines hanging beneath the chassis, often a dive can bring down a bloody storm.

The flames from the sky and the fires from the gunpoint illuminated the fear in the face of every armed man, who was now forced to face a bloodthirsty “beeswarm” when an air strike almost destroyed the ammunition depots they had deployed on the ground and even in the tunnels.

It's almost impossible for those little guys who want to break apart across hundreds of meters to be able to travel freely on the battlefield with their flexible bodies.

Marsh knew about drones, and compared to most of his countrymen, he had seen some "world” because of his experience in North Africa with mercenaries and the United States military.

In fact, it's easy to shoot something like this down, and when they're foolish enough to fly in, they go in a shuttle in the direction they're going, they're basically going to hit it down.

You don't even need a gun, pick up a stone or something.

However, he was appalled that the drones, as if they had grown brains, not only used bunkers to engage them, but also knew how to use simple fire to suppress enclosed tactics and surgically clean up their stationary defenses.

It's like every drone has a professional field engineer behind it...

……

The blazing fire almost seized the wind of the sun, and the rolling smoke from the hills, the gobies, and the dead woods connected to the sky's clouds and xia. The wind wrapped in rolling yellow sand swept through a wretched battlefield, as if it was a rusty sword to kill.

Not only is Marsh searching for the bomber's trail, looking five kilometres away at the heavily bombed regular Somali army, but also those border guards who are waiting in a tight line on the Sony and Soe borders, and even the US military bases a hundred kilometres away, all of them struggling to find out exactly where the air strike came from.

There was absolutely no sign of the aircraft on their radar.

Don't call it a plane. Not even a bigger bird!

The shelling?

But how is that possible?!

How can there be such a precise artillery?!

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

Guess what?

Standing on the front line, General Katzno laid down his telescope and his eyes were filled with shock.

And standing next to him, the earlier disbelieving Colonel Abbati, the expression on his face at this moment equally wrote a stunner like a wooden chicken.

He swallowed his mouth and said.

“Is there a warning air strike at the PLA? ”

“Yes…”

“Did you hear the fighters? ”

“No… their carriers are probably still in the East Sea. ”

“What planes can fly so far? ”

“I don't know, don't ask me. ”

“So… shall we move forward? ”

“… get in the car first. ”

The fighting has come to this point, and there is no suspension.

None of the contingency scenarios discussed earlier in the operational meetings seem to have had the opportunity to be used.

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

There was even a strong hunch in his heart.

This war may soon be over...