Soviet Union 1991

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Different from the scene when it starts to snow in the high latitudes of Moscow, the Mozambique Channel is still a hot summer surrounded by warm ocean currents, and the blazing sunshine makes people blind. △♦So much so that those GRU soldiers who had trained in the Siberian winter and were accustomed to the harsh winter climate were somewhat uncomfortable with the scorching heat at such temperatures.

Sergeant Gordon was one of the people who set foot on this island country. As a victim of the great disarmament in the Far East, he had no way to arrange a job and had to choose to leave his hometown and join a so-called private military contracting group to go to Africa to participate in The so-called mineral resource development security work. Gordon is the only man in the family, and his wife and daughter both need Gordon to earn money to survive.

The price offered by private military contracting companies is a salary price of 30 US dollars a day, which is undoubtedly an enviable salary for Soviet soldiers. It is no wonder that some people risk their lives and go to the ocean to reach the southern end of the earth. Engage in security work in areas of regional conflict.

There is no need to carry a heavy helmet here, but a peaked cap with a brown bear's paw printed on it. The person in charge said that they only need to wear civilian clothes, a company-issued hat and an identification card to wear here. The area is active.

Gordon took off his hat, looked at the photos of himself, his daughter and his wife, then carefully stuffed it into the slit of the peaked cap and put it on his head.

"Lisa, my dear baby, dad will come back safely." Recalling the cute look of his daughter Lisa reluctant to leave before he left, Gordon smiled involuntarily, waiting for the cruise ship to dock and prepare to set foot on his In an unknown world that has never existed before, after successfully completing the mission, he went home with a large reward.

"Welcome to TIA, I hope this won't be your nightmare, Sergeant Gordon. As a young father, you still have a long way to go." The team leader with a cold expression stood beside him. A guy who looks about the same age as Gordon is actually the instructor responsible for leading the newcomers.

"What does tia mean? Captain Alkasha." Sergeant Gordon asked.

The captain known as Alkasha turned his head, and his straight eyebrows were like sharp knives inserted into the bridge of his nose. He looked resolute and heroic. He was familiar with African history and explained, "In English, the phrase "thi saf r ca" The abbreviation means that this land is a paradise for adventurers. And Gordon, you have to remember one thing."

"What's going on?" Gordon asked.

"This is an area that symbolizes backwardness and barbarism. It is also the birthplace of gold and jewelry. The name changes depending on how you look at it." Alcazar said with a hint of mystery, as if giving Gordon a profound clue. the mystery.

After the cruise ship docked at the shore port, the soldiers who had been bumpy for more than two weeks finally had a chance to land on their feet. They rushed off the tanker to have a unique welcome meeting with this strange continent. Only Gordon noticed the soldiers standing near the container with guns in hand, guarding the surrounding security in a strict manner.

"It seems that this place is not very peaceful. The security deployed around it has reached an exaggerated level." Gordon carefully looked at the security around the port, six or seven pickup trucks that can be seen everywhere on the African continent, and those He thought of the lonely-looking African soldiers in camouflage uniforms who had returned from Afghanistan. Only guys who had just lost the battle would see such dejected expressions.

"Don't look at it. The National Independence Movement attacked here a few days ago, causing three deaths and two serious injuries. Then the Mozambican government blocked the port. Apparently the rebels have begun to slowly penetrate into the southern provinces."

Holding a cigarette in his left hand, Alcazar introduced the current situation in Mozambique to Gordon, "Now the opposition controls most of the provinces in the north. In the south, they use the riots to slowly infiltrate into the capital. In addition to protecting the mines, we have another task. He is responsible for maintaining law and order in the big city, and then waits until the signal for our counterattack begins. "

Everyone else got on the bus parked on the side of the road, and under heavy security, drove to the camp that had been deployed a week ago. Along the way, the depression in Mozambique's cities was no less than that of the ruined city in 1984. Lebanon, cloth The white city wall full of bullet holes, the intersection with barbed wire cordon, the government troops holding Kalashnikov rifles with hostile eyes, and the black civilians who ran into the alleys when they saw the convoy. Looking back, they never forget to do the same to them. A humiliating gesture.

Alkasha introduced the completely different laws of war in Africa to others on the bus.

"The rules of engagement here are very simple. When the opponent threatens your personal safety with weapons, you can shoot back. In short, we have to wait until he fires the first shot, then we have a reason to fight back openly. So you must change as soon as possible. The situation here is more complicated than in Afghanistan. Every civilian holding a gun may be an enemy of the opposition. "

"And when you meet a child soldier holding a gun, never show mercy, otherwise you will be the next person to die. The opposition will never show mercy to those fourteen-year-old children trained into killing machines by the opposition. For them Generally speaking, a bullet fired from the hand of a child is more deadly than a bullet fired from the hand of a middle-aged man.”

After explaining Africa's barbaric and cruel rules of engagement, Alkasha asked, "Any more questions?"

"I have." Gordon raised his hand and asked, "When can we eliminate the enemy and go home?"

"According to the intelligence we have, there will be a decapitation operation next week. If successful, we can disintegrate most of the senior figures of the opposition. It will be even easier to defeat the mob that has lost its leadership one by one." Alkasha scratched his hair and spoke in a typical Soviet style of simplicity and roughness, "Why send ground troops over? Just drop a few thermobaric bombs and it will be done. It's even simpler."

"We are nominally here to maintain law and order, and fighting is just a part-time job." Gordon kindly reminded Alkasha not to speak too much, otherwise he would be caught. But the others didn't care much. They came here from afar, didn't they just want to kill people?

Soon, the bus arrived at the camp codenamed "Punishment" under the escort of an armed pickup truck. Gordon looked out and saw an armored vehicle stationed at the entrance of the camp. There was also a sentry equipped with a PKM heavy machine gun. They aimed their guns at African blacks except for white people.

When the vehicle drove into the camp, Gordon found that the camp was no less than an overseas military base of the Soviet Union. Three parked Hind armed helicopters were being inspected, and a row of BMP-2 infantry fighting vehicles equipped with composite armor were ready to go. For a country without heavy firepower, it was undoubtedly a terrible weapon.

The Soviet Union's thinking was very simple. When the opponent did not have enough firepower to fight against itself, it did not care about minimizing the losses. It just ran over them with the tracks of the tank. Presumably, the rebels active in the dark alleys did not realize that they were about to face a terrible enemy nicknamed the Red Polar Bear.