I work as a mercenary in northern Myanmar.

Chapter 575 Winning in Chaos
"Keep hidden! Keep watching the movements of the enemy helicopters!"

"Sniper, keep watching, looking for high value targets!"

"Nadir's appearance is very obvious. He is wearing a red short-sleeved shirt and he probably hasn't changed it yet. Be careful to identify the target!"

"Rockets and anti-aircraft missiles are ready. Once the target is found, decapitation will be carried out immediately!"

"Also, be careful not to hit those al-Shabaab militants. One less person killed will be one less. Don't waste it!"

"clear."

"Received, under observation."

On a building nearly 800 meters high outside the Shinkadir military camp, Lyudmila was holding a telescope in her hand, observing the battle situation in the military camp in the distance while constantly issuing various instructions.

Just 20 minutes ago, the mercenaries of the Slavic Legion distributed near Mogadishu, Somalia, completed their assembly and preparation. After a short mission briefing, they launched an attack on the military camp almost without hesitation.

According to the original plan, they were going to use the large-caliber artillery obtained from their "superiors" to suppress the fire, then take advantage of the chaos in the military camp to rush over and put pressure on them, and then the support group in the rear would carry out precision strikes on all the helicopters that took off.

But unexpectedly, unexpected circumstances disrupted all their plans.

Just after the shelling, the Somali Youth Party armed forces in the city simultaneously launched an attack on the Shinkadir military camp. More than two thousand militants gathered towards the military camp from all directions, and then charged forward with a "fearless" attitude.

They almost broke through the outer defense line of the Xinkadir military camp, and the fastest team even entered the interior of the camp.

Of course, the militants, who lacked protection and advanced equipment, undoubtedly fell under the machine gun fire of the government army's armored units, but the chaotic effect they created was definitely not something that the Slav Corps could achieve on its own.

It is precisely because of this that changes in the battlefield situation began to develop in an extremely optimistic direction.

The mercenaries who were about to put pressure on the military camp at the risk of their lives all stopped and dispersed to various locations outside the military camp according to the backup plan.

The fire support team, armed with rocket launchers and individual anti-aircraft missiles, took advantage of the chaos to advance to within 500 meters outside the military camp, easily obtaining the best attack point.

Next, the only thing Lyudmila needed to do was to continue waiting for the situation on the battlefield to change, wait for his target to appear, then complete the beheading as quickly as possible, and then escape with the cover of the Youth Party.

The difficulty of the mission has been reduced by more than one level, and the expected tragic casualties may not happen, which makes Lyudmila feel extremely comfortable.

He put down the telescope, raised the SVDK rifle in his hand, and slowly aimed at several distinctive US special forces members in the barracks.

At this distance, he couldn't see the other person's face or the logo on his combat uniform, but even so, he was able to determine the other person's identity with just one glance.

"DEVGRU, it's them."

"Shouldn't they be in Syria? Why are they in Somalia?"

Hearing his words, Rusta shook his head and replied:
"Who knows? Maybe there's something really big going on here."

"A $600 million contract, just to kill a captured terrorist."

"Well, either this terrorist has some intelligence that the Americans absolutely cannot get, or... it's better not to say it."

"You said we have a deal with them?"

"Or else?"

Rusta snorted and continued:

"Don't you think that the Youth Party is moving a little too fast?"

"Stop joking. No matter how high Nadir's position in the Youth Party is, it is impossible for them to mobilize such a large force to attack the Shinkadir military camp just for him."

"What's more, with the intelligence capabilities of the Youth Party, it is impossible for them to accurately find Nadir's location in such a short time after the incident - the arrest process is open, but the transfer process is not."

"So, we are not the only service provider - but fortunately, we only need to do our own thing - pay attention!"

Rusta paused for a moment, then he continued:

"A high-value target has been found. A DEVGRU team of eight people is on the left side of landing pad 2."

"The mission target has not been found yet, machine gunner, prepare to suppress fire!"

"Roger that!"

The order was conveyed immediately, and just two seconds later, hidden in the chaotic gunfire, the Wagner machine gunner on the east side of the camp began firing.

The large-caliber machine guns that had been deployed long ago were frantically pouring bullets onto the helipad of the military camp. At a distance of nearly 800 meters, the overall accuracy of the heavy machine gun's short bursts was even higher than that of a sniper.

"Bang, bang, bang--bang, bang, bang--"

After several consecutive intermittent gunshots, clusters of smoke and dust exploded on the ground of the tarmac. The moment the smoke and dust exploded, the attacked DEVGRU team immediately responded.

Everyone dispersed and hid on the spot, determining the direction of the attack at incredible speed. Then, the leader of the team made several gestures in succession and shouted orders to the armored units in the rear.

Seeing this through the scope, Lyudmila's heart was alarmed. Before Rusta gave the order, he shouted:

"Machine gun crew, evacuate!"

"Be prepared to receive enemy fire!"

"boom--"

As soon as his order was given, two T-62 tanks in the barracks opened fire at the same time.

They didn't even need any ballistic calculations. The direct-fire shells penetrated the building where the machine gun team was located. Accompanied by a huge explosion, the entire building was instantly covered in thick smoke and dust.

"Report the damage!"

"We. Fortunately, we are evacuating."

Intermittent replies were heard, and it was obvious that the machine gun team had suffered heavy losses!

This is too fast.

Just a round of exploratory attack provoked the opponent's most determined counterattack.

After a round of exchanges, the opponent suffered almost no losses, while our side had lost an important combat unit.

There is no doubt that Lyudmila underestimated the reaction speed of the Somali government forces - or rather, she underestimated the effectiveness of the US "military training" here!

The opponent's counterattack was so decisive that it almost wiped out his own machine gun team.

"Suka BuLei!"

Lyudmila cursed angrily, but before he could issue the next order, the urgent voice of the observation team member suddenly sounded over the radio.

"Mission target found!"

"The barracks on the north side of the camp! He's there!"

"The enemy must hold their ground and wait for reinforcements! Government forces are moving towards the Shinkadir base!"

It was obvious that Lyudmila's worst fear had occurred.

The participation of the Youth Party has reduced the risk of their own actions to a certain extent, but on the other hand, they have also forced the US side in the base to make choices beyond their plans!

The Americans adopted the most conservative strategy. They did not immediately move the key target, but planned to hide in the base and withstand the first and most fiercest round of attacks from the Youth Party!
This is definitely not a good thing for Wagner.

Now, Lyudmila is forced to make a difficult decision.

Should we continue to use machine gun fire to hold the enemy back until they reveal a flaw, or should we take the risk and attempt a close-range raid while the chaotic situation has not been suppressed?

Obviously, the latter is riskier and will result in higher casualties.

However, if we just stay where we are and wait, it will be basically impossible to complete our mission.

Lyudmila frowned tightly, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he decisively ordered:

"Prepare to attack."

"Gather at Assembly Point No. 1 on the north side, and then move forward along the planned route."

"Observation team, please inform us of the enemy's troop movements and report at any time."

"Understood, the government forces' movement is blocked, we still have at least 15 minutes!"

"Received, let's go!" Following the order, the Wagner members scattered everywhere immediately began to act.

Unlike the distinctive DEVGRU, their attire is almost indistinguishable from that of other militants here.

Loose T-shirts, worn jackets, battle-scarred guns, and the sun hat that couldn't be more common.

They could only be distinguished from other militants by the bulletproof vests hidden under their coats, but as the city was already in chaos, no one would carefully identify their identities.

The assembly process went extremely smoothly. Five minutes later, when the Al-Shabaab attack on the military camp reached its climax, 40 Wagner members were ready at assembly point No. 1.

At this time, they were only 400 meters away from the military camp.

With just one charge, they could cover the short distance and rush directly to the target to complete the decapitation.

"Prepare."

"wait."

Lyudmila calmly raised her right hand and waited quietly for a few seconds, then a series of explosions sounded.

“Boom—Boom—”

That was the sound of a mortar shell hitting the ground.

Immediately afterwards, more frequent explosions sounded in the open space outside the military camp.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and saw an Apache attack helicopter cutting through the dim sky with a trail of flames.

It's now.

"on!"

"Prepare the smoke bombs!"

Lyudmila swung her right hand violently, and all the team members immediately jumped up from behind the cover.

The first smoke bomb was thrown and then quickly exploded along the route of advance.

Without any thermal imaging equipment, the Wagner team members passed through the smoke relying solely on their memory. When the first team member appeared outside the smoke, the second smoke bomb had already exploded right in front of him.

This is a tacit understanding that can only be achieved after countless training sessions. They have almost reached the pinnacle in the use of throwing objects.

At a distance of 400 meters, they fired more than 20 smoke bombs, and not a single one was wasted.

When the last smoke bomb was thrown, the team had already penetrated into the military camp unhindered.

The Apache helicopter, which was attracted by the mortar position, failed to detect their whereabouts in time. After leaving the smoke, the only enemy they faced was the two T-62 tanks in front of them.

Without any orders, two armor-piercing rockets were fired and hit the tank's turret at a close distance of less than 50 meters.

The high-temperature metal jet easily penetrated the armor of the old tank, and then exploded inside the turret, turning the tank into a purgatory of thousands of degrees high temperature.

Someone roared, opened the hatch and climbed out, then fell headfirst under the tracks.

Lyudmila did not even take a second look, but continued to maneuver to the left steadily and accurately. After gaining a shooting position, she immediately began to suppress the light infantry in the barracks who had been caught off guard.

"Bang bang bang bang -"

The unique "mechanical" gunshots of the PKM rang out, and the Somali government soldiers without any protective equipment were knocked down like mowing the grass.

Immediately afterwards, several smoke bombs were thrown, and the action of cutting the battlefield was completed in less than 20 seconds after Wagner entered the military camp.

"Keep going! RPG!"

"Roger that, RPG ready, fire!"

Two rockets flew over Lyudmila's shoulders, and he could even feel the cool breeze with a faint metallic smell from the tail fins of the rockets.

"boom!"

An explosion suddenly sounded. 150 meters away, the left wall of the target barracks was hit by a rocket and the entire building began to collapse instantly.
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Just before the collapse, several smoke bombs were thrown from the barracks.

In the smoke, Lyudmila vaguely saw several figures wearing iconic bulletproof vests flash by quickly.

"Attention! The target has left the barracks!"

"Groups 1 and 2 continue to suppress, Group 3 guards the retreat route, and the rest of the teams follow me!"

"Roger that!"

Lyudmila half-crouched, holding the rifle handguard with one hand, and moved forward quickly while firing short bursts into the smoke for suppressive fire.

Bullets kept flying into the smoke and kept flying out of the smoke, but it was obvious that the bullets flying out of the smoke had a higher hit rate!

"Grenade! Grenade!"

"RPG!"

"Roger that!"

Lyudmila shouted an order, and a mercenary knelt on one knee and quickly fired a rocket at the ground in front of the smoke, but immediately afterwards, the bullet from the smoke hit his head.

He fell to the ground without even uttering a scream, and his teammate stepped over his body without hesitation, leaping and throwing a grenade forward.

"boom!"

The grenade with a precisely calculated fuse length exploded in the air, and the firepower in the smoke was instantly weakened.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lyudmila continued to give orders:

"Group 5 takes up the bunker position on the left side of the barracks! Group 6 continues to advance!"

"Group 4, detour to the right and avoid their smoke!"

"understand!"

The assault team, which had lost more than one-third of its troops, changed its formation again. They were less than 2 meters away from Barracks No. 50, and under the continuous firepower output, the enemy obviously had no chance of escape.

The target was right in front of her, and Lyudmila didn't even need to get too close.

All he had to do was determine the target's location and fire a rocket in that direction, and his mission would be accomplished.

The gunfire around them gradually became more frequent, and all the team members were pouring firepower at all costs, making a final sprint for the attack.

However, this distance has become as difficult to cross as a dead line.

If his head is exposed, he will die. With the advantage of thermal imaging equipment, DEVGRU did not even give Wagner a chance to shoot.

The only thing Lyudmila could do was to suppress the enemy's firepower with grenades and fight for that slight chance to advance.

"Throw all the grenades! Blow up the smoke!"

The continuous explosions tore a hole in the smoke, and at the moment the smoke dissipated, Lyudmila had already taken off the RPG on her back.

A flash of red appeared before his eyes.

That was his target, the man named Nadir.

Just pull the trigger and the mission is accomplished.

But behind the man, the muzzle of a tank was pointing towards Lyudmila.

This is a choice.
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Maybe not at all for Lyudmila.

He pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the rocket exploded directly on the red.

Then he shouted an order:
"retreat!!"

"run!!"

(End of this chapter)