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Chapter 291 The Cruelty of War

"Artificial bombs? I like the idea, haha."

Sonny's violent suggestion not only didn't make Pearbus feel scared, but turned his head excitedly to salute Sonny.

Then he said rightly: "However, we are all used to calling that place Moga, and no one calls it Mogadishu."

"Why is it only called Moga?" Brian asked curiously.

"Actually, I don't know the specific reason. Everyone calls it that, maybe it's more fluent."

Pilbus casually explained, and began to focus on the take-off work reporting procedure: "Check the No. 1 engine, the No. 1 engine is normal, check the No. 2 engine..."

As Pirbus completed the various procedures before takeoff, the Super 68 slowly left the ground and penetrated into the air, heading towards Mogadishu in the south.

No matter in his previous life or this life, it was the first time for Long Zhan to come to the capital of Somalia.

Being able to enter a "magical place" that caused the United States to suffer a lot, and finally paid it off.

Don't say it.

I'm really looking forward to it.

Sonny, Clay, and Brian are similar. They are very curious about what kind of place Mogadishu is, where such a wonderful thing as Aidid will be born.

Occupying an important position in the capital of a country, there is every chance to unify the civil war and establish a new government.

No matter from which aspect, Aidid should take advantage of the great advantage of sitting in the capital to build a good relationship with the international community as much as possible.

As long as he has a good relationship with the international community, in this era when the Holy Mother is flooding, all kinds of free materials will be continuously shipped to him.

Is this kind of cheap pick-up uncomfortable?

The result now?
Aidid, in turn, openly provoked the United Nations. This kind of peculiar thinking is rare in the world.

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As the helicopter took off from the seaside base, the altitude quickly climbed to nearly [-] meters. Looking at the world from a height gave me a different feeling.

The sea and sky without industrial pollution become one color, and the Indian Ocean and the blue sky are perfectly integrated.

Especially the endless white sand beach, even if it is covered with all kinds of sundries and garbage, it still gives people a very intoxicating beauty.

"Hey, guys, let me show you that the charming beaches of Moga are much more beautiful than the Maldives."

Pilbus turned around and shouted from Long Zhan and others, and randomly began to lower the altitude of the plane, flying forward less than 10 meters above the sea.

This feeling of flying low along the white beach is really unique.

You can clearly see the rushing waves, and you can also see waves of waves hitting the shore, and then arouse rows of parallel waves.

Through the wide-open door of the Black Hawk helicopter, it seems as if you can feel the splash of cold sea beads.

Coupled with the sea breeze blowing in along them, with a faint salty smell, the warmth of the morning sun blowing on the body of the bather is simply refreshing.

Long Zhan has taken helicopters no less than a hundred times, but he has to admit one thing.

This low-flying helicopter trip on the beach was the most pleasant and comfortable one among all the helicopters he had ever sat in in his life.

Clay, Sonny and Brian also felt the same way, yelling and enjoying the rare beauty.

Good times are always short-lived.

After flying south for a few kilometers, the helicopter made a very beautiful inside bank turn, circled the coastline and went straight to the southwest.

The destination of this trip, Mogadishu, appeared in everyone's sight.

Under the golden sunshine in the morning, Mogadishu, which is two or three kilometers away, looks like a desert picture scroll, and it looks like a beautiful girl in a green gauze.

As the distance gradually narrows, it gradually spreads out from the hazy horizon.

This picture is so beautiful!

It was as if the aperture of the world lens had been completely opened suddenly.

When the distance was within 1 kilometer, the hazy Mogadishu began to lose its mysterious aura, and became clear to Long Zhan and others.

Looking from afar...

Ocher-colored sand-paved streets, Spanish-style tiles, and rusted tin roofs give this ancient port city a terracotta look.

After years of civil war, the city is very flat.

At a glance, the houses are almost the same height.

The gorgeous ancient tower of the white mosque has become the only tall building standing here.

The reason why this ancient pagoda and mosque can be preserved is that Christianity is very special here, and it is the only thing that Somalis respect as sacred.

No matter how fierce the destruction in other places is, the sacred existence will still be protected by everyone.

The outskirts of the city where the helicopter passed were overgrown with bushes, and the tallest trees could barely cover the low roofs.

On some of the stone walls there are yellow, pink, and gray stains, the remnants of a civilization that had vanished before the Civil War broke out.

The whole city is built along the coast, facing the desert to the east and the shining blue ocean to the west.

If there is no civil war in Somalia and the security provided by a relatively stable regime, in the 21st century when the tourism industry is exploding, Somalia will definitely become a popular Mediterranean-style resort.

pity.

The ruthless destruction brought about by the war has left the beauty of this city riddled with holes.

The distance of a kilometer is fleeting.

The helicopter, which has climbed to a height of 100 meters, passed over the periphery of the city where vegetation and houses coexist, and entered the center of the city.

The terrible situation in Mogadishu began to appear on the ground one by one.

It is simply riddled with holes and withered everywhere.

Looking down from the top, the whole city looks like it has been swept by a deadly plague.

The few paved streets are as dilapidated as diseased abscesses, filled with hills of garbage, debris and the rusty remains of burnt cars.

On walls and buildings not yet reduced to gray rubble, ruins and ruins.

It's full of bullet holes.

Long Zhan could even see one, inserted obliquely at an ominous angle, looking like a voodoo totem on the top of the telephone pole, and a pair of terrifying human-shaped objects hung on it.

If Long Zhan guessed correctly, it was probably a dried corpse.

Pointing to an open space below, Pirbus introduced like a tour guide: "There is the largest public square in Moga, and on the huge stone seat in the middle, there used to be a statue of the dictator Mohammad Siad Barre.

But it has long since ceased to exist, and the skinny people who overthrew this national symbol were not motivated by enthusiasm for revolution.

I just feel that the broken copper and iron on the statue are worth a few dollars if sold to a local buyer. "

The tone of Pilbus' speech was full of mockery, and his mouth was full of derogatory skinny names, referring to the Somalis in the city.

Skinny and dumb.

These are the two most popular names for Somali soldiers at Moga Airport.

(End of this chapter)