Mocombe was intelligent from a young age, attending church school all the way up to high school, and was then recommended to study at a school in Da Mao.
As a result, the Seleka Alliance swept through the entire Zhongfei region, so he simply stopped studying and returned to raise a militia to fight against the enemy.
With his knowledge of modern weaponry, it's no exaggeration to say that he's almost as knowledgeable as Chinese military enthusiasts.
People also know that portable air defense missiles can only hit low-altitude targets such as helicopters and attack aircraft; they can't reach fighter jets that are almost 10 kilometers away from dropping their bombs.
Medium-range air defense is a must. It doesn't matter if the model is a bit old, because according to the intelligence they obtained during their honeymoon period with the government forces, this company called Jihuo Defense only operates one F-4 Phantom fighter jet.
It was just a second-generation aircraft, and its maneuverability was no match for the continuous pursuit of anti-aircraft missiles.
Perhaps we won't even need the SAM 11 (Buk); the SAM 6 would be sufficient to solve the problem.
If the target were larger, like a passenger plane, even a modernized version of the old SAM-3 could be shot down.
He had all the channels to get his hands on these weapons, but Mocombe had never needed them before, until now that Concentrated Fire Defense has entered the scene.
But this is all superficial. When these armed groups saw the fate of the People's Restoration Front, they became like frightened birds.
The key point is that such a sacrifice is worthless; it's better to preserve our strength and wait for this external force to withdraw.
This was a feint attack; the fighting looked intense, but the two tanks and all the combat supplies had already been moved to an area controlled by the anti-Baraka headquarters.
When they witnessed the tragic state of the patriotic movement, their confidence vanished instantly.
Such deep penetration into enemy territory in a purely field-based combat setting would have been very risky in the past, because these armed groups lacked 122mm rocket launchers but had a considerable number of 107mm guerrilla weapons.
This scene was witnessed by scouts of the God's Resistance Army, who reported it all the way to the anti-Baraka headquarters.
But buying equipment isn't like online shopping; even if there's stock available, shipping costs start at a monthly rate.
If we're unwilling to spend a few million dollars now, we'll lose hundreds of lives later.
"Puff puff puff puff"
They easily captured two outlying strongholds of the Patriotic Movement and eliminated seventy or eighty targets. The Mole and Coleus crews, who had made a feint attack, decisively retreated to the assembly point.
But who knew that Xia Yu never played by the rules!
"Yes, their machine guns can take out large areas at once. It's no use for the patriots to hide behind the wall. RPGs can't even reach them. As soon as the anti-tank missiles are fired, they are blown up by the two-barreled machine guns."
However, Xia Yu kept the portable anti-aircraft missiles at a low altitude. Even if it was locked on, it could still increase its altitude and release decoys to quickly shake off the enemy, thus depleting the enemy's weapons and equipment.
Of course, this is possible for smaller groups, but for groups like the anti-Baraka, it's necessary to confront them directly, as they have more members than the Ba'ath People's Front.
The God's Resistance Army only had a few hundred men, and many had died in the previous bombings. Another assault by the armored convoy would likely wipe them out.
A few days later, aerial bombs struck the patriotic movement's territory. Two infantry fighting vehicles moved out in coordination, and machine guns cleared out the enemy's outer strongholds.
He didn't want to lose a hundred or two hundred men in a single bombing raid. According to the description from the God's Resistance Army, the accuracy of the enemy's aerial bombs was much higher than that of conventional bombing; they were definitely dropping precision-guided munitions.
"boom"
Even the replica version is no less powerful; it can unleash a volley from six or seven kilometers away, resulting in heavy casualties in situations where only field tents are available.
The patriotic movement did make some preparations; they at least bought some anti-tank missiles. However, faced with Xia Yu's heavily invested three-dimensional defense, the missiles were intercepted before they even reached their acceleration phase.
With sky sentinels like the Roaring Eagle temporarily stationed within a ten-kilometer radius, any abnormal heat source situation will be reported immediately.
However, we did not see that Jihuo Defense's operation against the Patriotic Movement this time was as unstoppable as last time. Instead, it was only scratching the surface and did not penetrate into the core.
Bombing alone would result in manageable losses, but the deployment of ground armored convoys proves that the enemy is serious.
There are also scouts from several armed groups near the mining area. How can they be at ease if such a large target as the Mi-24V doesn't return home?
Mocombe was already quite good at having this understanding, but unfortunately he underestimated the cunning of his enemy.
The leader of the God's Resistance Army who brought the news was both shocked and terrified. He had thought that the enemy's bombing tactics were unethical, and that a fair fight would involve deploying ground troops. He believed that his men were fearless and could surely take down a portion of the enemy's forces.
Then there are also ruthless individuals who want to ambush along the way and take the initiative to destroy the attack helicopters that are concentrated in the defense, in order to reduce subsequent losses.
"Let's just buy it. Who knows how long Serexa and his gang can hold off Duofang..."
Perhaps it was also due to the war that caused a large number of civilians to flee this repeatedly contested area over the years, and with the help of the howling sea eagles guiding them from the air, no one discovered their whereabouts.
"They deployed ground troops this time."
"Knock knock knock"
Mocom made a decision while muttering to himself.
Old Wu has brought the kitchen truck here. They will only return to Pilao for a short rest after they finish cracking down on the anti-Baraka and patriotic movements.
Mocom quickly gave the other party some instructions.
"Never engage them head-on. If you spot their ground troops, run into the rainforest. Their vehicles can't get into the rainforest. Preserving your strength is more important than anything else."
"boom"
The soldiers who fought against Baraka were elite warriors who served God, not the rabble of the People's Front who could only fight when things were going well. They could not afford such losses.
Given that Chung Fei is divided among various armed groups, the anti-Baraka headquarters is the furthest from Pilau. Even if its branch is attacked, it can still withdraw its forces, so they still have time.
Mocom confirmed again over the phone.
The little antelope was loaded onto a vehicle and taken to a temporary camp, while Xia Yu, having fired the rocket, drove the deer-tiger back to the mine.
So as long as we take precautions against mosquitoes, the guys can rest easy; no one can get close.
In the sky, an anti-aircraft missile launched from the tail continuously climbed the altitude. After exceeding 3,500 meters, its power gradually became insufficient. It was released by Lu Hu and detonated by a heat decoy at 3,700 meters, turning into a dazzling ball of fire.
The amount of propellant sounds like it's for a needle-type syringe.
Many veterans can tell what kind of bullets or shells are being fired just by listening to the sound.
Xia Yu's situation is a bit different. Having been chased by portable anti-aircraft missiles so many times, he can identify what kind of missile it is by listening to the sound and seeing the power of the explosion. This is probably what they mean by practice makes perfect!
It must be said that Afica's portable anti-aircraft missiles are really rampant.
There were at least dozens, if not a hundred, missiles fired at Xiayu alone.
Fortunately, he had a strong hand to play, so none of these posed a threat.
"Calling the fennec fox! The weasel has returned to its burrow. How's the situation over there?"
Xia Yu contacted Lao Ke as soon as he got off the plane.
"Fennec Fox received. The frogman team has conducted on-site reconnaissance of the river and determined the crossing point."
While they were making a feint attack during the day, the instructors were not idle either. They found a spot where the water was 3.7 meters deep and the terrain on both sides was flat.
Another option is the frogman infiltration and sabotage, a diversionary tactic to lure people out; we've already completed half of that today.
To deceive someone, you must appear to be in a panic and desperate situation, not trying to escape back the way you came, but rather venturing deeper into their territory.
The advantage of this is that it can numb the target to the greatest extent, allowing them to pursue with confidence and boldness.
The boss's tactics were like an old sow wearing a bra, one after another, and the employees were not to be outdone. Now, the goal of only injuring the target world has been achieved.
"No need to rush. The official operation is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. We still have two days to prepare!"
"Yes, boss!"
Two days were enough. On the second day, the four frogmen used underwater propulsion to sneak up right under the nose of the anti-Balaka and continued forward to reach the ambush location selected by the drone.
The riverbanks are covered by dense vegetation, and the water in the middle of the river is clearly visible from the sky.
"Indeed, using SOC-R is not suitable; we must use attack helicopters."
After observing, Tom spoke to his companions.
"Squeak squeak"
"Then these little guys are probably going to have a good meal."
Mariano pulled a struggling, screeching lizard out of the water.
"My name is Bite, I'm a little crocodile, and I live in the Nile River in Echigo...right?"
Waving the little crocodile in his hand, he hummed the tune of the German nursery rhyme "The Naughty Little Crocodile".
Old Ma learned this song for his daughter years ago, and he still remembers it.
"This is an Afika narrow-snouted crocodile, which can only be found in the rainforests south of the Sahara. You won't find these things in the Nile River."
Daniel corrected him from the side.
"But it's strange, why are there only small animals in this body of water, and not a single adult one along the way?"
"Perhaps these armed groups have a particular fondness for crocodile skin!"
Lawrence guessed.
"Wild elephants are definitely of higher quality than farmed ones; many people believe that. Also, have you seen any Philippine elephants since you entered this area?"
Afika elephants are divided into two types: grassland and forest. An adult forest elephant needs to eat 450 kilograms of vegetation every day, and only dense rainforests can provide such resources.
The rainforest in Kezhongfei was quiet; they seemed not to hear the elephants' cries.
"It's almost certain that both the narrow-snouted crocodile and the forest elephant were killed by militants for their skin and tusks, and the remaining meat can be used to supplement protein."
Mariano released the baby crocodile back into the water, speaking with certainty.
"As the boss said, we are a company under a wildlife conservation association, and we must incorporate the responsibility of protecting wildlife into our corporate culture."
"Get them!"
"Get them!"
The four reached a consensus.
"Splash splash"
Soon the appointed time arrived, and the faint sound of helicopter rotors came from afar—it was Lyman's little antelope.
As the main attacker, he naturally had to conduct an on-site inspection. As a light attack helicopter, the Gazelle's operating noise is minimal; it flies at a low altitude, so you can only detect it when it's almost right in front of you.
If we switch to Chinooks, it's like rioting in the streets at night if we're not at least five kilometers away. Only by fighting can we penetrate deep into the core area.
"Calling you, Shrew, have you figured out how to deal with those guys?"
Mariano called out to Lyman as he watched the little antelope circling in the sky.
"Of course, I will annihilate them all."
Lyman said confidently.
He couldn't handle the 30mm machine gun that required data input, but he was already very familiar with the 20mm gun, so he just had to get to work.
"You look very energetic. I'll be watching your performance."
The entire frogman squad has to get here. Their firepower is limited, so the output will depend on Lyman.
"Then you'd better watch carefully."
Lyman lowered the fuselage until the Gazelle's skid landing gear was level with the water.
The four water ghosts stuffed the two propellers and flippers into the back seat, and then hooked themselves onto the skis on both sides with locks.
"Splash splash"
With a pull of the total distance and fuel, the little antelope dragged the four people off the water, took a long detour, and returned to their temporary camp.
It was quite fun to fly while suspended, but if the underwater propulsion hadn't run out of power, the group would have preferred to "swim" back.
It's alright, next time we have a formal operation, Chinook will be in charge of picking up the people.
Time flew by, and it was already the night of the actual operation.
"Splash splash"
With both main propellers reaching operating speed, the Chinook rose from the open space next to the temporary encampment, and several ropes pulled the SOC-R river combat vessel on the support frame into the sky.
The Panda and Mongoose tank crews, who arrived at the designated crossing point first, have now completed the crossing transformation of the two tanks.
The engine compartment is sealed with a water-blocking plate and is equipped with a vent pipe and exhaust pipe.
The problem isn't too serious about the explosion-proof system; the important thing is the active defense system and the observation and aiming components. The waterproofing measures must be strictly in place.
After the two tanks crossed the river one after the other, Chinook also arrived at the riverbank.
"puff"
The locks were released, and the SOC-R, suspended below the aircraft, fell into the water, creating waves.
But the story didn't end there. The stern door of the CH-47D opened, lowering it another three to five meters, and an F470 combat rubber assault boat slid directly into the water.
The small boat is responsible for approaching the target area, and they will only enter the water in the last two kilometers. This way, they don't have to carry a bulky underwater propulsion system, and the outboard motor can be quickly detached, which can also prevent accidents.
By observing the black man's car, one can determine the condition of their boat.
Don't steal a ship only to be unlucky enough to not be able to start it, leaving it on the dock and causing the mission to fail.
Taking all factors into account, bringing your own outboard motor is the most prudent approach.
Thus, the four instructors and four members of the number 2 team formed an eight-person frogman team, which drove into the darkness in an F470 that was slightly overloaded, while SOC-R stayed behind to stand by.
Chinook then returned to its base and hoisted the Tiger armored vehicle, which was to be used in conjunction with the two tanks, across the river.
Thus, apart from the air units, all ground and surface forces involved in this strike operation were deployed.
Xia Yu was still working in Bi Lao. On the dirt runway outside the mine, a C-160 with two airdrop containers in its cargo hold was also there, waiting for the first shot to be fired.
Soon, at the dock of the town where the anti-Baraka headquarters was located, the faint sound of water splashing was mixed with the chirping of insects.
They carefully made their way ashore, stabbed two dozing sentries to death from behind with daggers, and the eight men quickly unloaded their gas cylinders and put on the bulletproof vests from the waterproof bags.
"Click"
With bullets loaded, two men stayed at the dock while the rest rushed towards the densely populated area.
"Put-put-put"
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