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After transferring the necessary supplies and weapons and equipment onto transport that could enter Maso, the members of the Snow Region Brigade did not stay for long before transferring again and heading to their final destination.
Three hours later, everyone arrived at an open place that took nearly two hours to drive from the center of Mogadishu. It was an open flat land surrounded by mountains and dense forests. The transport plane with the words "Airdrop Aid" written on it completed the landing.
Xia Jinyuan took the lead in getting into the driver's seat of the jeep, Ye Jian sat in the co-pilot seat, and G3, K7, and Z7 squeezed into the back seat. V8 contacted the captain, "Please lower the cargo hold ladder."
"Hold on tight, we'll be leaving soon!" Xia Jinyuan reminded his comrades in the car.
As the cargo hold ladder slowly descended, the only sound in the entire cabin was the roaring sound of the jeep's engine. At the moment the ladder touched the ground, the jeep drove out at a rapid speed like a wild horse that had broken free from its bridle.
When the jeep drove out, V8 held the outside rearview mirror with one hand and left the cabin.
Mogadishu is the capital of Masobia and also the largest city. It was called Mugudusu in ancient China.
This is a port city on the Indian Ocean coast in the northeastern part of East Africa. It was originally a peaceful and quiet place, but now Mogadishu is full of civil strife, rebellion, and war can be seen everywhere.
Everyone on the street carries a gun and terror is everywhere in this city, making it a veritable dangerous capital in the world.
After driving from the dense forest to the road and passing through a small town, k7 came forward and rented a dilapidated off-road vehicle at a very high price.
"You're so heavy! You're almost squashing me into a meat patty!" V8 jumped out of the car, loosened his shoulders, and moved his arms and legs, finally stretching out his contracted muscles.
Z7 bent over, stretched his legs, and twisted his neck left and right, and said in the same way: "You are not light at all. My shoulder is almost swollen from being pressed by half of your body."
One car, seven people, two in the front, five in the back...it was indeed a bit crowded.
The trunk was piled with equipment, so it was impossible to fit a person in. They had to squeeze all the way in. Ye Jian said it was indeed a bit crowded.
This time we rented a jeep. Although it was a bit broken, it was less crowded.
Half an hour's drive from the small town, the two jeeps were intercepted by a small group of more than 10 local militants.
Looking closely at this group of militants, they are all about the same age, between 20 and 30 years old. But when he saw their weapons and equipment, Z7 couldn't help but swear: "Damn! The people of Mogadishu are too rich! Look at what they have in their hands, and then look at what our comrades in our country have in their hands. Today I finally understand what the gap is!"
Indeed, it is just a small militia team, but their weapons and equipment are all modern, including 92f pistols, new submachine guns, and the only thing missing is an anti-tank rocket launcher!
If we really need to set up an anti-tank rocket launcher, that would be a real headache. It would still be a question whether we can get out of here!
Without anti-tank rocket launchers, just based on the weapons in their hands... they are not a militia, but a modern and fully equipped military force.
Looking at the militants shouting and yelling around the jeep, K7, who was responsible for translation, said in a calm voice, "Stay in the car and don't move. Watch my gestures before you act. I will go down and talk to them first. We will try not to use force if we can."
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