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Chapter 1538 East African Ambush Circle (Happy New Year!)

The moment the door of the transport plane's tail cabin opened, a completely different smell from that of home hit us.

Although it is also in the tropics, the air here is neither humid nor dry, and the wind blowing on your face makes you feel quite pleasant.

"Brothers, look, this is our Ramu Space Tracking and Control Station!"

Lamu Space Tracking and Control Station was a leased land obtained through space cooperation with the United Kingdom. The entire Lamu Islands were leased land.

Although it is slightly smaller than the Diego Garcia military base, the base is very lively, with helicopters taking off and landing from time to time.

"From here, they travelled to the interior of Kenya to assist the British Army in counterinsurgency operations."

Helicopter!
Helicopters are extremely common in the military. In the past few years, the military has been using helicopters to carry out air maneuvers. Both in actual combat and in 3D operations, it has been proven time and again that helicopters play a unique role.

Therefore, in addition to the Army's Air Cavalry Brigade, the Marine Corps' Expeditionary Brigade is also equipped with a large number of helicopters.

General-purpose helicopters and armed helicopters are used to replace armored vehicles and tanks to a certain extent. In their previous training, they also took helicopters to the war zone and used helicopters as a mobile means of combat.

This three-dimensional combat method is the change brought about by helicopters. It is destined to fundamentally change the war and the course of the war.

Amid the roar of helicopters, Zhang Sixiang and his comrades finally arrived at their destination. Soon, they were assigned housing - a row of container houses.

When they entered the camp, the logistics officer who came to greet them explained to them:

"Oh, everyone, please come here. In the past few months, tens of thousands of troops have been stationed here. The base is so small, and the conditions are definitely not as good as those in China. Everyone, please make do with this for now. In a few months, you will definitely be assigned new dormitories."

It is just as the logistics officer said, the conditions of these container houses are very poor. Although they have air conditioners, they cannot be used because of insufficient power supply. The diesel generators sent from the local area are still on the way and can only provide power for key departments.

Moreover, four people had to live in each room. Not only that, there was only one bathroom for every 4 people. In short, the conditions were unimaginably bad.

10 days. After only 10 days, like everyone else, Zhang Sixiang began to miss the camp on Pattai Island.

The reason was simple. He and his comrades had left Patay Island and arrived at the northwestern war zone in Kenya.

When I first arrived in the war zone, there was not much change here day after day.

Every morning at six o'clock, the sun rises, and every time it goes up a little, its color changes a little. At first it is red, then gold, and finally white.

The breeze in the early morning was gone, and at noon, under the bright sky, there was an endless prairie. Compared with the contiguous farms dozens of kilometers away, most of the areas inhabited by these Africans still remained in their original state, with only some sparse fields near the villages.

On the grassland, some cattle were eating grass freely, some local natives with only a piece of cloth tied around their waists were herding the cattle, and a few sparse trees were scattered on the grassland.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and a gust of wind finally blew up on the grassland. The wind was hot and rolled up the dust on the road. No matter where you are, as long as there is wind, there will be dust flying. The dust is like a cloud covering the sky and the sun, and it breaks into the tent like a ghost.

The canvas tent was blown up, and the ropes were pulled tightly by the wind, as if it was about to fly into the sky. As soon as the draft passed, all of it was pulled back.

The dust brought by the wind has become the biggest enemy. It will stick to anything it touches, no matter if you are a person, a gun, or a leaf.

Everything in the camp was covered in dust. Everything we breathed in and ate was covered in dust. Even the water we drank was covered in dust. Even the military water bags and jerry cans were soaked in dust, and the filtered boiled water turned into yellow mud.

This is the battlefield... Everything is very primitive and simple. Zhang Sixiang, like everyone else, tried not to move, but he was still sweating profusely. His skin was covered with dust and sweat, forming a sticky film on his body.

The temperature numbers are not important here. The only effective measure of high temperature is people. The impact of high temperature on people is enough to explain the problem: high temperature can make the brain stop thinking or make people sweat or even die of dehydration.

In contrast, the base on Pattaya Island has become a paradise, especially for helicopter pilots and mechanics, who believe they can hide in cool dormitories or air-conditioned clubs.

The soldiers on the defensive line had nowhere to hide except to accept their fate. They felt better only at night, when swarms of malaria-carrying mosquitoes and the sound of sniper fire returned.

"boom……"

Late at night, a gunshot from nowhere broke the silence of the darkness. Zhang Sixiang, who was lying behind a sandbag, didn't even look at it.

Li Yu looked up nervously, then looked at his comrades around him and said:

"Homesickness, you don't seem worried at all!"

"What's there to worry about? They're just a bunch of black people. Just a joke. My PE teacher..."

Zhang Sixiang, holding a cigarette, said:

"He is an Olympic athlete who has participated in the Olympics. He said that at the Olympics, all the medal-winning athletes of the US shooting team were white. But what about the track and field team? Do you know who won the medals?"

Li Yu, who was rubbing the dust off his neck out of boredom, asked curiously:

"What are they?"

After taking a puff of cigarette, Zhang Sixiang grinned and said:

"They are all black..."

"Depend on!"

Li Yu raised his middle finger and said:

"You are such a mean guy, you mean they are just fast runners and they don't have any shooting talent!"

"Who said that? I didn't say that..." As he spoke, he looked towards the machine gun fortifications not far away. The position of the machine gun was almost invisible in the darkness. As a machine gunner, Zhou Wangtang cleverly designed his position and even built a forward observation trench like a fortress.

Such cautious deployment is very necessary, but what kind of threat can those so-called free armies bring to them?

“Not all locals are like this either.”

Li Yu thought for a while and said.

"I heard from a veteran of the 4th Air Cavalry Brigade that a black man on Patai Island told him that he was a descendant of the Tang people, a descendant of the survivors of the Tang shipwreck on Patai Island in Lamu Town, Kenya, hundreds of years ago.

They are generally smarter than the locals.”

"Is there such a thing?"

In addition to being curious, Zhang Sixiang said:

"We must go and see if they are real Tang people later."

"Let's finish the mission first. When do you think the Freedom Army will attack us?"

Ten days passed, a full ten days. After the initial novelty wore off, it became more of a torment. After all, the environment outside the field was extremely harsh.

What's worse is a boring life.

I want to be a hero because I have read stories about heroes. For a young man who wants to be a hero, he never imagined that the battlefield would be so boring.

Here, there seems to be no swordplay, no life and death, only a boring time. Here time seems to be still, and everyone is waiting anxiously.

Until one day, the order came that they would leave this line of defense and continue moving forward.

The soldiers sat on the off-road vehicle, and the machine gunner stood there operating the M240 machine gun on the roof of the off-road vehicle. They observed the surroundings from time to time.

The East African savannah was as peaceful as usual. You could even see a group of wildebeests on the savannah. The sky, the earth, and everything in the world were so peaceful. When the car was driving on the savannah, the smell of green grass wafted from the grass on both sides of the road. Although this smell was a little strange, it smelled like a helicopter, and a majestic vitality seemed to be blowing in your face.

Perhaps it was because everything around was so beautiful that people forgot that this was a battlefield, and they couldn't help but hum softly there.

"Oh, Cinderella, my Cinderella..."

While Zhang Sixiang was humming a song, Zhou Wangtang, who was operating the machine gun, lowered his head and shouted at him:

"It's a black girl, a black girl with her chest exposed!"

Then he started singing again.

"Oh, black girl, my black girl..."

His singing was met with loud laughter from his comrades. No one was interested in the black girl, but that didn't stop them from making jokes.

"Fuck you..."

Amid the laughter, Zhang Sixiang was surprised to see a beautiful blood flower blooming on Zhou Wangtang's neck with a smile, and blood spurted out like a fountain...

The sudden change left Zhang Sixiang stunned. He looked stupidly at his comrade who still had a smile on his face.

"Pfft... pfft..."

Zhou Wangtang, who was covering his wound with his hand, opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but blood came out of his mouth. His body paused for a moment, and then he slowly fell down under his astonished gaze... He could also see his feet twitching constantly...

It was not until this time that the sound of gunfire was heard, and it was very dense.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

"Wang Tang, Wang Tang..."

The comrades in the back row tried to rescue Zhou Wangtang, but as soon as their hands touched his neck, blood spurted out again.

At this moment, gunshots were heard, directed towards the surroundings.

"There is an ambush..."

Like everyone else, Zhang Sixiang also jumped out of the car, leaned on the wheel, and aimed at the direction where the gunshots came from. In the half-person-deep grass, he couldn't see where the enemy was at all.

Holding the AR15 rifle, Zhang Sixiang fired randomly at the bushes without even thinking. After emptying a magazine, he saw blood on his hands when he was changing the magazine. It was the blood spurting out from Zhou Wangtang's wound, and it sprayed all over everyone's body.

Even now, after leaving the car, he could still smell the pungent smell of blood. Through the car door, he could see that Zhou Wangtang's twitching feet had stopped moving.

The comrades in the carriage were cursing over and over again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

He was covered in blood, on his chest, face, hands, and arms. He had tried to save his comrade's life, but it was all in vain.

There was no time to mourn at this time, as dense gunfire came from all directions.

It's an ambush!
The enemy had already prepared an ambush circle and was waiting for them to rush in...

(End of this chapter)