The required materials and weapons were transferred to the transport plane that could enter the Marceau. After not staying for long, the members of the Snowy Brigade changed planes again and headed to the final destination.
Three hours later, everyone arrived at an empty place that took nearly two hours to drive away from the center of Mogadishu. This was an empty flat ground surrounded by mountains and dense forests. The transport plane written "Airdrop Aid" completed the landing.
Xia Jinyuan took the lead in the driver's seat of the jeep, and Ye Jian sat in the passenger seat, while G3, K7, and Z7 were crowded in the back row. V8 contacted the captain and said, "Please lower the cargo cabin ladder."
"Sit firmly, you can set off soon!" Xia Jinyuan reminded his comrades in the car.
As the cargo hold ladder descended slowly, only the noise of the jeep's engine was heard in the entire cabin. The moment the cabin ladder touched the ground, the jeep drove out like a wild horse.
When the Jeep drove out, the V8 pulled the exterior mirror with one hand and left the cabin together.
Mogadishu is the capital of Maso and the largest city in Maso. It was called Mugudushu in ancient China.
This is a seaport city on the Indian Ocean north of East Africa. It was originally a peaceful janitor, but now Mogadishu is full of civil strife, rebellion, and wars everywhere.
Everyone on the street carries guns, and the city is full of terror. It is a veritable dangerous capital of the world.
Driving from the dense forest to the road, when the car drove to a small town, K7 came forward to rent a dilapidated off-road at a very high price.
"You are so heavy, I'm almost squeezed into meatloaf by you!" The V8 who jumped out of the car loosened his shoulders, and he moved his hands and feet and finally stretched out his contracted muscles and bones.
Z7 bends down again, pulls his legs, and twists his neck left and right, and the same way: "Your weight is not light. My shoulders are about to be swollen by your side."
A car, seven people, two in the front, five in the back... It's really a bit crowded.
There was still equipment piled up in the tail compartment, and it was impossible for anyone to get in. Just squeezing it all the way, Ye Jian said that it was indeed a bit squeezed.
This time I rented a jeep. Although it broke a little, I finally didn't need to squeeze it anymore.
Starting from the town, two jeeps drove for half an hour, and they were intercepted by a small group of local militants composed of more than 10 people.
Take a closer look at this group of militants, the members are about the same age, they are all mature men between 20 and 30 years old, but when they saw their weapons and equipment, Z7 first couldn't help but swear: "Damn! Mogadishu." The people of China are too rich! Look at the things they hold, and then look at the hands of our comrades-in-arms in China, today I finally know what the gap is!"
Indeed, for such a small militia team, the weapons and equipment are all modernized, with 92F pistols and new submachine guns, all they need is an anti-tank bazooka!
If you really want to set up an anti-tank rocket launcher, that's a headache. It's still a problem whether you can get out of here!
There is no anti-tank rocket launcher, just relying on their arms... Where is the militia team, it is simply a modern, fully equipped army team.
Looking at the militants clamoring around the jeep, the K7 who was in charge of translating said in a steady, flat voice, "You stay in the car and don't move, watch my gestures before acting. I will go down with them first. Let’s talk, if we can't use force, we will try our best not to move."