"Artificial bomb? I like this idea, haha."
Sonny's violent suggestion not only did not scare Pierbus, but instead excitedly turned his head to greet Sonny.
Then he continued: "However, we are all accustomed to calling that place Moga, and no one calls it Mogadishu."
"Why is it only called Moga?" Brian asked curiously.
"I actually don't know the specific reason. Everyone calls it that, maybe it's more convenient."
Pierbus explained casually and began to focus on the takeoff work reporting procedure: "Check engine No. 1, engine No. 1 is normal, check engine No. 2..."
As Pierbus completed all the pre-takeoff procedures, the Super 68 slowly lifted off the ground and deepened into the air, flying towards Mogadishu in the south.
Whether it was in the previous life or in this life, this 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 let it go.
Don't say it.
Really looking forward to it.
Sonny, Clay and Brian were also very curious about what kind of place Mogadishu was that would give birth to such a wonderful person as Aidid.
Occupying an important position in the capital of a country, there is every opportunity 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 as good relations with the international community as possible.
As long as he has a good relationship with the international community, in this era of rampant Holy Mothers, all kinds of free materials will be continuously shipped to him.
Isn’t it comfortable to get it for free?
What's the result now?
Aidid, in turn, openly challenged the United Nations. This kind of strange thinking is also very rare in the world.
…
As the helicopter took off from the seaside base, the height quickly climbed to nearly 100 meters. Looking at the world from a height, there was a different feeling.
The sea and sky without industrial pollution are the same color, and the Indian Ocean and the blue sky are perfectly integrated.
Especially the white sand beach that stretches to no end, even if it is covered with all kinds of debris and garbage, it still gives people an intoxicating beauty.
"Hey guys, let me give you a feel. Moga's charming beach is much more beautiful than the Maldives."
Pierbus turned around and shouted from Long Zhan and others, and randomly began to lower the height of the plane, flying forward at a height of less than 10 meters above the sea.
This feeling of flying low along the white beach is truly unique.
You can clearly see the rushing waves, and you can also see the waves hitting the shore, and then stirring up rows of parallel wave crests.
Through the wide-open door of the Black Hawk helicopter, it seems like you can feel the cold sea beads splashing up.
Coupled with the sea breeze that blows in along them, with a faint salty and humid smell, the warmth of the morning sun blows on the body of the bather, which is simply refreshing.
Long Zhan has flown in helicopters no less than a hundred times, but he must admit one thing.
This low-flying helicopter trip to the beach was the most pleasant and comfortable one he had ever taken in a helicopter.
Clay, Sonny and Brian also felt the same way, roaring and enjoying the rare beauty.
Good times are always short-lived.
After flying south for several kilometers, the helicopter made a very beautiful inward bank turn, passed the coastline, and then headed straight to the southwest.
The destination of this trip, Mogadishu, appeared in everyone's sight.
Under the golden sunshine in the morning, Mogadishu, two or three kilometers away, looks like a desert painting, or a beautiful girl covered in green gauze.
As the distance gradually gets closer, it gradually spreads out from the hazy horizon.
This picture is so beautiful!
It was as if the aperture of the world's lens had suddenly been completely opened.
When the distance came within 1 kilometer, the hazy Mogadishu began to lose its mysterious aura and began to become clear in the eyes of Long Zhan and others.
Looking from a distance...
Streets paved with ocher sand, Spanish-style tiles, and rusty iron roofs give this ancient port city an auburn look.
After years of torment and devastation by civil war, the entire city is very flat.
At a glance, the houses are almost the same height.
The gorgeous white ancient mosque tower has become the only tall building standing here.
The reason why this ancient tower mosque can be preserved is that Christianity is very special here and is the only thing that Somalis respect as sacred.
No matter how violent the destruction elsewhere is, the sacred existence will still be protected by everyone.
The outskirts of the city that the helicopter flew over were thick with bushes, and the tallest trees could barely cover the low roofs.
Yellow, pink, and gray marks are faintly visible on some stone walls. These are the remnants of the disappearance of civilization before the outbreak of the civil war.
The entire city is built along the coast, with the desert to the east and the shining blue ocean to the west.
If a civil war had not broken out in Somalia and it had the security provided by a relatively stable regime, in the 21st century when tourism is exploding, it would surely have become a popular Mediterranean resort.
pity.
The ruthless destruction caused by the war left the city's beauty riddled with holes.
The distance of one kilometer flies by in an instant.
The helicopter, which had climbed to a height of 100 meters, passed over the outskirts of the city where vegetation and houses coexisted, and entered the center of the city.
The horrific current situation in Mogadishu began to unfold on the ground.
It was simply riddled with holes and withered everywhere.
The entire city looked like it had been swept by a deadly plague.
The few paved streets were as dilapidated as diseased abscesses, filled with mountains of garbage, debris and burned and rusted car wrecks.
On the walls and buildings that have not yet been reduced to gray piles of rubble and ruins.
It was densely covered with bullet holes.
Long Zhan could even see one, stuck at an ominous angle, looking like a voodoo totem on top of a telephone pole, with a terrifying human-shaped object hanging on top.
If Long Zhan guessed correctly, it was probably a dried corpse.
Pierbus pointed to an open space below and introduced it like a tour guide: "The largest public square in Moga there, on the huge stone pedestal in the middle, there used to be a statue of the dictator Mohammed Siad Barre.
But it is long gone now, and the skinny men who tore down this national symbol did not do so out of revolutionary enthusiasm.
I just thought that the scrap metal on the statue would be worth a few bucks if sold to a local buyer. "
Pierbus's tone of voice was full of mockery, and he used derogatory epithets for skinny people, referring to the Somalis in the city.
Skinny and stupid.
These are the two most popular names used by soldiers at Moga Airport to call Somalis.
