"That's right, they don't pull off big heists, so how do we follow up on our various crackdown operations?"
Dominic is very "honest," which is not a topic that can be discussed openly.
Counterterrorism is cyclical. Excluding routine operations, each major action between the two sides is equivalent to a round-robin game, where you hit me and I slap you back.
"Speaking of which, they've been missing for a while now."
Hearing this, Xia Yu raised an eyebrow. This matched what Lao Dong had said; these people were definitely planning something big.
It could be here, or it could be in the direction of Kidar, or it could be a multi-pronged attack.
Should concentrated fire defenses try to stop it?
Don't be ridiculous, it's impossible to stop them. Aren't they typical bandits like the Por ethnic group's national salvation armed forces, firing their weapons at thin air?
We must wait for the target to show itself before we can launch a swift and decisive strike.
"Then we need to take this seriously. How frequently are they attacking the outposts?"
Xia Yu continued to ask.
"Well, to put it simply, these guys are more used to attacking blue helmet camps than us, because there's less risk involved. But it's not that they won't attack us, they just prefer to ambush our convoys rather than camps."
Suicide bombers are difficult to break into a camp, but a sudden turn in the city can be hard to defend against.
“Our platoon takes turns standing guard and watching surveillance every day, so overall it’s quite safe.”
Dominic reassured Xia Yu that while they might not be good at offense, they were quite adept at defending strongholds.
"Let me give you one last piece of advice: the most dangerous situation is not actually on our side. The war zone has been patrolling over to Kinabalu, so we must remain vigilant at all times."
Finally, he solemnly reminded him.
Yes, Xia Yu and his team have to patrol across borders. The Chinese have not invested much in Kerulen Faso. They only have a small base there with fewer than 500 people, and it is not located near the border.
Therefore, the Sahel region of Kinabalu, which is close to the border in Kinabalu, is actually managed by this base of OGA.
Even if the base on the other side is surrounded, their Mirage-2000Ds have to take off to provide support.
If they can't keep up, it's PMC's job. After all, the F-16s only have six old Mirages in the entire Sahel region; the Rafales and the like were withdrawn long ago.
"I understand, I'll be careful."
Xia Yu kept the advice in mind, and the whole team was ready to set off early the next morning.
"Lynx, here are the car keys."
He took the car keys for the Weasel S3 from the small bag on his chest and tossed them directly to Rob.
Soviet tanks generally had one-button start, but as you know, domestically made tanks from World War II already had keys. Xia Yu even printed out several thousand of them as souvenirs for the museum.
The company's three weasel-shaped vehicles all have car keys, usually one for the boss, one for the driver, and one for the supervisor.
Today, Weasel K1 will also be going out, after all, it costs 15,000 a day, and it can also help him get familiar with the route.
"Haitang Rabbit, you are in the middle of the convoy. If there is any emergency, evacuate immediately according to the plan we have practiced."
"clear!"
After Liv finished speaking, she went to her car. Leonardo, the machine gunner, was assigned to the K1. Even without remote-controlled weapons, the manpower used in the front line was the same.
"Buzz"
The engines were started, and the three weasel trucks lined up in a row and drove away from the camp in formation.
How to put it... this scene is very much like the Philippine Legion's determination to launch an attack.
But this is sub-Saharan Africa, and the attack is only launched by ground forces focused on defense.
Daniel stayed behind to look after the puppies, while the remaining instructors boarded the Mi-24V and took off with Andrei to catch up with the convoy.
Paul was also on the helicopter; as a sniper, he worked alongside the pilot to eliminate potential dangers for the convoy in advance.
As time went on, the intensity of sunlight gradually increased, and the desert gradually became hot.
With the air conditioning blasting cold air, the inside and outside of the car felt like two different worlds.
Fortunately, before expanding its business, Jihuo Defense upgraded the air conditioning in its entire fleet; otherwise, neither the people nor the equipment could have withstood the strain.
Sitting in the S3's turret basket, Xia Yu opened the vehicle's refrigerator and handed out a Chocliz to each person.
Eating popsicles and singing songs, we made money just like that, it was so easy and enjoyable.
Sure enough, even though it's the same kind of war zone patrol, the countryside is much more pleasant than the city.
However, after driving seventy or eighty kilometers and entering the densely populated side of Burkina Faso, Xia Yu called out to everyone, urging them to stay alert.
"There aren't many cars here, but donkey carts can be just as deadly. Keep your distance!"
"yes!"
The convoy sped up and quickly overtook the slow-moving donkey cart convoy, continuing on its way.
The two donkeys belonging to their company are currently being kept in Oga; they can be brought over when needed.
The terrain of Mali and its neighboring countries is relatively flat, with almost no need for vehicles to fight. However, just as the enemy's donkey carts are deadly, the donkey carts used for concentrated fire defense are equally dangerous.
Special forces infiltration can be surprisingly effective. Give Domi a change of clothes, and he can be a local driving a donkey cart.
Xia Yu suddenly felt that the company had too few elite Black employees. Next time they recruited, they should arrange for a few Black men. The village protection team was good at defense, but they were too bad at assault.
"Whoosh!"
The wind started to pick up outside the car, and sand and dust rose high into the air, pattering against the car and making a rustling sound. Visibility also gradually decreased.
This is everyday life in the desert. Xia Yu casually turned on the thermal imager and transmitted the image to Rob in front of him.
Technology changes lives. Poor visibility has made it difficult to target hunting and annihilation. After patrolling for two or three hours over a hundred kilometers, the jihadists and Tuareg people active in this area were very cooperative and did not reveal any trace of themselves.
Perhaps it was the habit of being active at night and resting during the day, or perhaps it was the sense of pressure brought by the patrols with attack helicopters, but who cares? The first patrol in the theater of operations was a complete success, and the convoy was ready to take the vehicles back.
"The Germans are here. My men saw their convoy patrolling, and there were armed helicopters in the sky. They look quite different from the ones I saw in Marie."
In a dark room, people were talking in hushed tones.
"Oh, is it because their vehicles have an 'un' marking?"
"No, their vehicles are camouflage painted. I've fought against blue helmet troops before, so I can tell them apart."
"It's also possible that they are Chinese; they just raise the flag but don't change their helmets or paint any markings."
The person speaking had clearly seen the national army in Mali.
More precisely, they only painted the "UN" markings on their helicopters, never damaged the camouflage paint on their ground equipment, and were indeed attacked less often than their friendly forces who clearly adhered to the rules.
This is quite a flexible approach to avoid getting beaten up!
"I don't know about that, but all their vehicles have the kind of wheels that excavators have."
"They are definitely Chinese, but why did they come to Kinabalu Faso?"
The person speaking was the organization's spokesperson, so he was very concerned about current affairs. He knew that the Chinese had built two field barracks in Mary.
"Never mind, tell me, what are your plans?"
The spokesperson asked the head of the task force.
"Since they came to us, I thought I'd ambush them, but that armed helicopter was really annoying. In Mari, we lost more than 30 men in one go."
The head of the action team said sternly.
The attack helicopter is indeed very efficient at removing blackheads, especially in open areas outside of cities.
"Then create opportunities. Also, armed helicopters rarely fly for more than 3 hours, which can also be taken advantage of."
The spokesperson helped provide ideas.
“I’ve got it. They’re here to maintain peace, so let’s create chaos. There just happens to be a Fulani village that’s not following orders.”
The ruthless leader of the action team said.
They came from Marinan to Tsingina Faso, and they should let the people here know the power of their organization so that they will obediently pay them zakattax (a religious tax).
While these people were plotting, Jihuo Defense was also taking action.
"rumble"
A pneumatic water well drilling rig from China is drilling down meter by meter, and the villagers who didn't go out are all gathered around to watch the excitement.
Those who were sick lined up nearby, where foreign doctors would provide free medical care and medicine.
Pearl above, praise be to you!
Xia Yu had a general idea of what the villagers were thinking, but he didn't care.
Because charity is merely a means of expressing an attitude, conveying goodwill towards a class that does not benefit from it.
This way, even if the Germans leave, they can still stay here and continue doing business.
"Splash!"
"Water's out! The drill's out of the water!"
After drilling to a depth of more than 50 meters, groundwater gushed out, causing the villagers to dance with joy.
The fact that a well could be drilled at such a shallow depth suggests that the Sahara Desert region has abundant groundwater resources, but without the help of machinery, it would be very difficult to obtain them.
They didn't return until almost dark. That day, they visited two villages, organized two free clinics, and dug two wells.
The two days without patrolling the war zone can be quite fulfilling, but they must remain vigilant at all times to prevent being ambushed by jihadists and Tuareg.
Let's visit two villages near the campsite tomorrow!
Xia Yu drifted off to sleep with these thoughts in mind, but at 3 a.m., a group of people sneaked into a village that Jihuo Defense had visited during the day.
It was a coincidence that he also visited another Tuareg village, where there were extremists who loved their ancestral crafts, as well as peace-loving herders.
As long as people yearn for and cherish peace, Xia Yu treats them all equally, continuing to help them dig wells and seek medical treatment.
But the fate of that Fulani village had already been decided. This radical organization, which wanted to teach the Blue Helmets (Concentrated Firepower Defense) a lesson, came here according to the plan of the action team leader.
"Splash!"
Pulling the bolt, the AKM in his hand was chambered.
"Da da da da da"
The sudden gunfire shattered the stillness of the night, drowning out the cries of frightened cattle and sheep, before gradually fading until silence returned.
"Bang"
"Hurry up, everyone, hurry up!"
He pulled out a pistol and shot the kneeling village chief in the forehead. The leader of the action group ordered his men to drive the cattle and sheep in the livestock pen onto the trucks they had driven. Then he personally lit torches and threw them at some houses. The Massina Liberation Front returned with a full load after the operation, leaving behind only corpses and burning villages.
But as he left, he didn't notice that a figure rushed out of the sea of fire.
Nearly 100 kilometers away, Xia Yu was unaware of what had happened in Solhan Village until he received a call from Monier after dawn.
"What? 138 people died in that village we visited yesterday?"
Xia Yu was stunned. He was perfectly fine yesterday, but today he was told that the entire village had been wiped out.
In other places, he would find it normal; that's just Afica, 138 is just a cold, hard number.
Their company spent the entire afternoon there. Kuhn and his team drilled a well in temperatures exceeding 40 degrees Celsius. Liv was so busy that her clothes kept getting wet and then dry again. Even the boss didn't slack off, taking charge of the team's security.
Just before leaving, knowing that they couldn't just thank Pearl, the village chief presented Jihuo Defense with a cow on behalf of the villagers.
It was a very thin cow; the environment there wouldn't allow it to gain weight or become fat, but the dinner it was made for tasted very good.
I can't accept it, I really can't accept it.
He hadn't harmed anyone; he honestly herded livestock to support himself. This good black man was beaten to death by bad black men.
"This attack has made the news. The Defense Minister of Kinabalu of Burkina Faso has already set off for your location, and the President has also strongly condemned it. Sherlock, what are your thoughts?"
Monier asked over the phone.
"I have a general idea. I talked to their village chief, who said that an organization called Masina was levying taxes on them, which they refused. The other party might retaliate because of this. We'll see if they will claim responsibility in the next couple of days."
Xia Yu organized his thoughts and said.
One characteristic of extremist groups is that they are afraid no one will know what they are doing, so they will claim responsibility through various channels to demonstrate their military power.
“Masina, I think I’ve heard of that organization. They used to operate in central Mari, and they even extended their reach to the vicinity of Bacoma. We wiped out quite a few of their members in one of our operations. It seems they’ve moved overseas.”
Monier searched his memory and finally recalled intelligence about the Massina Liberation Front.
"They're so ruthless, what do you think about taking them down?"
Xia Yu suggested.
"Okay, I'll submit the relevant application right away and have the Foreign Security Bureau collect their information."
It seems highly unlikely that the Burkina Faso government can handle Masina, especially since the incident occurred in their own war zone. If they can eliminate this organization, the political rewards will be substantial.
"Let's go to the site first and take a look. We'll talk later."
Xia Yu hung up the phone, immediately changed into his gear, and called everyone to prepare for deployment.
"Knock knock knock"
The sudden sound of heavy machine gun fire outside the barracks made his heart skip a beat.
"Calling Dominic, this is Weasel. Is this an enemy attack?"
"No, it was a young black man riding a donkey towards the camp. The soldier on guard duty fired a short burst of fire."
This is a warning shot; one person isn't much of a threat, but it's enough to calm the other person down.
"Hmm, he looks familiar. He seems to be the son of a village chief in Kinabalu, the village you visited yesterday."
Dominic recognized the other person, and it was because of his recognition that Xia Yu chose to go to that village on his first visit. The old soldier helped with the screening process.
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