8:15pm.
Pakistan Stadium, 10th Mountain Division Base.
The Pakistani commander, the Malaysian commander, and the commander-in-chief of the United Nations conventional forces in Somalia have reached a consensus on joint rescue.
How many vehicles, how many people should be sent, how to rescue, planning of action routes, and what tasks each country is responsible for...
A group of generals gathered in the conference room and were having urgent discussions.
Seeing that no results could be produced in a short period of time, Cribbs walked out of the conference room alone to the balcony on the second floor and dialed General Garrison's phone number.
"Sir, the commanders of each headquarters have arrived, but they are still discussing the route."
"how much longer?"
Garrison had just approved everyone at the second crash site to evacuate to the first crash site at night to join the Rangers. The most important thing now was time.
"At least two hours."
"It takes too long, and it will definitely be too late." General Garrison was very dissatisfied.
"General Montgomery said that we did not notify them in advance, and everything had to start again, and it would take some time to mobilize dozens of armored tanks and mountain divisions," Cribbs said.
"Tell that general that I understand the situation, but I also want to remind him that my men are being surrounded by thousands of Somali armed militiamen. It is imperative to rescue them from enemy areas and evacuate them to safe areas. I need his help now, please." They acted as quickly as possible."
Garrison is a man of action who emerges from behind, and his style tends to be tough.
The tone and vocabulary of asking for help from various countries can change from the previous command-like "asking" for assistance to the current "demand" for help.
The difference between the two words means completely different attitudes.
It proves that the arrogant Garrison is really angry now. In order to clean up the mess, he has to lower his attitude and lose face.
"Okay, sir, I'll convey this to her right now. I'll report back to you when I have the latest information."
Cribbs ended the call, turned around and jogged back to the conference room, walking straight to General Montgomery who was presiding over the meeting in front of the conference table.
The tank and armored convoys are still discussing their route, and it is still unknown when they can set off.
Long Zhan and others at the second crash site made all preparations for evacuation and began to carry the injured Durant into action.
The Hut group was walking in front, taking the route they had just entered.
If they can come in, they can go out.
The four of them, Suhart, Gordon, Clay and Brian, were the safest in the middle of the team, and their main task was to take turns carrying the stretcher.
Long Zhan and Sonny still did their "jobs" and walked at the back to support the team.
During the day.
All the streets around the second crash site were filled with civilians watching or being driven, and they became mobile bunkers and surveillance cameras for armed militias.
Sneaking in or out without being invisible is impossible.
Now at night, things have changed a lot.
The need to go home when it gets dark seems to be a common consciousness among all mankind, and the Somali civilians here are not immune.
Went home after dark.
The streets were now empty except for the shadows cast by the moonlight.
The armed militiamen who had been excited all afternoon were all impotent as Long Zhan suspected, and hid in a corner or room nearby to rest.
In the night vision footage of Long Zhan, one or two armed militiamen could only be seen occasionally, peeking out from behind the windows in the house or from behind the fence on the roof.
A formal "indicating surveillance" was performed, and then disappeared behind the wall and window.
Long Zhan and others were not very clear about how wide a surveillance area the Somalis had deployed around the second crash site.
Under the influence of such uncertain factors, we can only remain hidden.
The team came out of the back door and crossed the street, entered the darkness of the corner, and walked forward for about 20 meters. Hu Te, the leader, turned to the left.
He left Markham Street where the plane crashed and entered an alley between two houses.
Walking in the alley where they couldn't see their fingers, Long Zhan and others tried to reduce the sound of walking as much as possible, and the equipment they wore was muted before setting off.
Avoid bumping into each other while traveling, thereby making a clanging sound.
The voices of Long Zhan and others were very low, and the alley was eerily quiet. The voices in the houses on both sides could be clearly heard through the walls.
There are two official languages in Somalia, Somali and Arabic.
Since it was once a British colony, the British vigorously promoted English for better colonization, so many Somalis also speak English.
What came out of the house was Arabic.
As a genius who is proficient in eight languages, Long Zhan just understands it.
The people chatting in the room on the left are all miscellaneous, mainly about being tired of this kind of war life. The people living there should be a family who just want to live a stable life.
The content of the chat on the right was quite special, which gave Long Zhan an unexpected harvest.
One of them asked: "What did Sam come here just now?"
Another person replied: "He came here to inform us that we will attack the American helicopters together after nine o'clock. We only need to capture one American alive, and everyone else can be killed. This is General Aidid's order."
After hearing the conversation between the two armed militiamen, Long Zhan secretly congratulated himself on his wisdom.
If they were really stupid and guarded there, under Aidid's new order to leave only one alive, the armed militia would attack even more fiercely.
Maybe if you dare not use the rocket launcher during the day, you will take it out and shoot violently at night.
As long as this rocket launcher comes on stage, even if Long Zhan and the others have replenished their ammunition, it will be impossible to defend them by then.
The final result will be even worse than the original plot, with 10 first-level combatants sacrificed at once.
Fortunately, Long Zhan had the foresight to avoid the fatal crisis once again.
Coming out of the dark alley, Hu Te led everyone to walk close to the right corner and entered a building more than 30 meters forward.
The walls are made of cinder mixture, painted with white plaster on the outside, and there is no glass on the windows. There are two floors, plus an iron shed on the top floor.
By Somali architectural standards, this is indeed a large house.
There are two corpses piled up in the inner room on the left side of the house. It seems that they were killed in order to pass through here when the Hut team came here before.
Entering the house is no longer as exposed as outside, Long Zhan and the others can always take a breather.
"William."
Huth stopped a Delta crew member and gestured for him to explore the road. Instead, he told everyone: "Go through this house, cross two streets, and walk about 100 meters, and we will be safe."
Everyone has walked more than 100 meters, and if calculated in a straight line, they have already left the encirclement.
However, in order to avoid the sight of the armed militiamen, everyone walked close to the shadows of the corners along the way, making twists and turns along the way.
The actual distance converted into a straight line is less than 50 meters.
