The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Late September 1993, Harbin Institute of Advanced Studies.

"Gentlemen, I believe this paper is publishable. In any case, I spent almost a month on it and couldn't find any flaws."

William Thurston, with a serious expression, said in a deep voice:

"Although this paper touches on the Riemann Hypothesis, it's about prime numbers, which isn't my area of ​​expertise."

"However, I think this might be similar to the Poincaré conjecture."

His words caused Qiu Chengtong and the others to change their expressions in surprise.

There are several papers proving the Poincaré conjecture. The earliest one was a paper proving the Poincaré conjecture in five-dimensional space. This paper was published by Smail thirty years ago, and it earned him the Fields Medal in 1966.

The subsequent proofs for the four-dimensional, three-dimensional, and capping dimensions were completed by Wang Duoyu.

This approach of proving things separately is indeed very worth learning.

According to the proof paper on the Riemann Hypothesis that Wang Duoyu has now submitted, this is indeed the line of thought.

Because proving the Riemann Hypothesis requires solving the boundary problem of the zeros of the Riemann zeta function, Wang Duoyu has already presented the problem of dealing with 1.5 billion non-trivial zeros, all of which satisfy the real part of 1/2.

All of this has been proven without any problems.

Therefore, the first paper can be published smoothly.

Among the attendees were young Fields Medal winners Shing-Tung Yau, William Thurston, Gerd Faltings, Alain Connie, Jean-Baptiste Gayn, Jörkez, Vladimir Feld, Bocherz, Edward Witten, and Andrew Wiles.

The older generation includes John Milnor, Daniel Gray, David Bryant Manford, Joseph Cohen, and Smail.

In addition, there are Robert Langlands, Maxim, Yang Nianzhen, Simon Donaldson, and others.

It can be described as an abundance of talents.

There are more than fifteen top mathematicians who have received the Fields Medal alone.

Although Langlands and his colleagues did not win the Fields Medal, they still possessed the same abilities and top-notch mathematical thinking and logic.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been invited to the review team.

Since it concerned Wang Duoyu and the Riemann Hypothesis, everyone was extremely cautious.

This is because they are among the most outstanding mathematicians on the planet.

If even they couldn't find the flaws, either Wang Duoyu's paper is correct, or they are simply incompetent.

Because nowhere else in the world is there an institution more prestigious or with more top mathematicians than the Harbin Institute of Advanced Study.

There's a saying that science ends in metaphysics.

This statement is not without merit, but it is not entirely correct either.

At the very least, in the field of mathematics, everyone is extremely rigorous.

Only by making bold assumptions, carefully verifying them, and meticulously deriving the results can we finally arrive at accurate conclusions.

Just like the three different descriptions of a sheep given by the physicist, biologist, and mathematician on that train to Scotland years ago.

Biologists would say: Scottish sheep are actually black!
The physicist corrected him by saying: We can only say that there is at least one black sheep in Scotland.

But mathematicians are extremely calm and rigorous: In fact, we can only say that there is such a sheep in Scotland, at least the side of the sheep we see is black.

Extremely meticulous!

"Everyone, let's vote by raising our hands."

John Milnor spoke first, and the crowd exchanged glances before casting their crucial votes.

In the vote to approve the publication of the paper, everyone unanimously cast one vote.

This means that everyone agrees to publish this paper.

Therefore, this paper will be published.

The latest issue of the Harbin Institute of Technology Mathematics Journal was published in less than a week.

From Peking University, Tsinghua University, and Fudan University to the University of Hong Kong, from the University of Tokyo to MIT, from Princeton University to Moscow State University, then to Oxford and Cambridge, and finally to the École Normale Supérieure in Paris.

The professors in the mathematics departments or colleges of these universities all surprisingly set aside their other work and devoted themselves to studying Wang Duoyu's paper.

This is because it is a proof of the Riemann Hypothesis.

so important.

These are the keys of God!

Just as the global mathematics community was in an uproar because of Wang Duoyu's paper.

On the campus of Harbin Institute of Technology in Harbin, Wang Duoyu's life was remarkably peaceful.

"Dad, I'm home from school!"

Wang Yifei, who had just returned from Harbin Institute of Technology Affiliated Primary School, jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped and rushed toward the study villa.

Because she knew her father was definitely here.

Recently, her parents have been staying on campus, not going anywhere else.

Her mother did it to prepare for her pregnancy, and her father did it for scientific research.

"Okay, I understand. You go play first. Dad still has some work to finish. I'll play with you later, okay?"

After the little girl entered the study, she immediately rushed into her father's arms and acted like a spoiled child.

However, Wang Duoyu didn't listen to her chatter for long before preparing to let her go out first.

The little guy's smile froze instantly, and he pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Sweetie, Daddy really has to go, wait a minute." Wang Duoyu kissed her on the cheek, and the little one's mood brightened, and she ran out laughing.

"Help Dad close the door."

"Okay, goodbye Daddy."

In the evening, during dinner time, the news broadcast began.

While eating, Wang Yifei kept talking.

It wasn't about her friends being punished by copying homework in class, or how strict her teacher was.

The school has a good academic atmosphere, but unfortunately Wang Yifei and her classmates are in first grade.

How many six- or seven-year-old children can study so diligently?
They were all students who loved to play. After all, at their age, they were just in the prime of their lives, chasing chickens and dogs.

We used to have two dogs at home, but they were soon sent back to the countryside.

The dog has been shaved bald by the little guys and is panting from being chased every day.

Because there are several children in the family, after the second child finished pursuing her, the third child pursued her, and after Lu Yuening finished pursuing her, Li Rongrong took over.

Even if the Chinese rural dog was carefully selected by our ancestors, it still needs a rest.

But if the two dogs stop to rest, a lot of their fur will be pulled off.

In pain, he had no choice but to run.

They wouldn't dare bare their teeth at their little masters; the last dog to bare its teeth like that had already ended up in Yuan Zuliang's stomach.

Anyway, any dog ​​that bares its teeth even slightly will not have a good ending.

In the end, they had no choice but to send all the dogs back to Dahonggou Village.

Since we can't chase dogs, we can only chase chickens or play with the neighborhood kids.

Wang Duoyu's family lives in a detached house. If he wants to chat with other friends, he has to leave the island in the middle of the lake and go to the teachers' dormitory building.

Listening to the little guy's rambling, Wang Duoyu just smiled and occasionally hummed in agreement to show that he was listening.

Actually, he was multitasking; he spent most of his time attentively listening to the news broadcast.

"Huh? They won the bid to host the Olympics?"

Suddenly, Wang Duoyu's eyes widened.

He hasn't gone out much lately and has had very little contact with the outside world.

When Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao called, they were all talking about work at Want Want Group.

He never expected that he would hear the news of Beijing's successful bid to host the Olympics today.

This is really great!
"Wait a minute, why isn't there any cheering outside? Could it be because I haven't been out for so long that I haven't heard it?"

Wang Duoyu thought about it again and realized it was perfectly normal.

Their home was on an island in the middle of the lake, so naturally no one paid attention to this matter.

Liu Xiaoli is busy taking care of her pregnancy and can't attend to anything else.

Now that the bid to host the Olympics has been confirmed, Wang Duoyu plans to go to Beijing next month to see if he can contribute his efforts.

After successfully securing the bid to host the Olympics, the higher authorities are obligated to organize the Games properly.

We must let the outside world understand us properly.

"Dad, Dad, why are you suddenly spacing out?"

By the time Wang Duoyu came to his senses, Wang Yifei had already put down her chopsticks and was standing in front of him, waving her little hand and asking with a worried expression.

"Dad, it's nothing, I was just thinking about something."

"All right."

Liu Xiaoli, however, seemed to have sensed something and asked curiously:
"Duoyu, have you thought of something? Is it related to the news of Beijing's successful bid for the Olympics?"

"Yes, it's because of this Olympic bid that I'm planning to go to Beijing next month to see if I can help."

Beijing's economic development is not slow, but it ranks third among cities nationwide.

The eldest is Harbin, and the second is Shanghai.

Furthermore, in 1993, the infrastructure of Beijing was in poor condition.

There are seven years between now confirming the successful bid for the Olympics and hosting the Games in the year 2000.

In other words, the goal is to develop smoothly over the next seven years, and even reach the level of the original timeline in 2008.

I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult.

However, Wang Duoyu had many thoughts on this.

After all, he had previously founded Huachen Mobile, as well as Facebook and Amazon in China.

And companies such as Huaxin Technology and Zhuoyue Technology.

The rapid development of these industries will certainly accelerate the high-speed development of Beijing to some extent.

This Amazonian butterfly has successfully flapped its wings and changed many big things.

To bring the Olympics to Beijing eight years earlier—haha, the changes might not just be limited to the future.

"Oh!"

Liu Xiaoli simply gave a soft "oh," but Wang Junhong and the other children expressed their desire to go to Beijing.

They like to join in the fun.

Even though Wang Junhong is already thirteen years old, he is still a child.

"Dad, do you think I can participate in the track and field meet?"

Wang Junhong even suddenly asked a question.

With the Olympics being held in the year 2000, Wang Junhong, at his age, would naturally be able to participate smoothly.

Even the second-ranked Wang Jun'an could potentially participate in the Olympics, provided they have the necessary ability.

"If you like it, go ahead and sign up."

Wang Duoyu said with a smile.

The eldest child is currently studying at Harbin Institute of Technology (HIT), having been specially admitted this year.

In fact, he had already been studying in the special training class of the School of Mathematics at Harbin Institute of Technology since last year, and had stopped studying on the high school campus.

It's just that my files, student status, and other records were officially transferred to Harbin Institute of Technology this September.

Moreover, he was nominally his father's student, and was usually taught by his senior classmates.

Anyway, there are plenty of senior students, so there's no worry about not having anyone to teach me.

Therefore, there is naturally no problem for Wang Junhong to participate in the track and field meet.

But he's only thirteen years old. It will be difficult for him to compete with students from other colleges on the track and field.

"Okay, Dad, just you wait and see. I'll definitely sign up next year."

It's too late this year, because Harbin Institute of Technology will be holding its annual sports meet in October. Even if he registers now, he won't get any rankings, so it's better not to register at all.

"Dad, I want to sign up for the track and field meet too."

The second and third brothers, along with Wang Qianqian, also raised their hands.

They were all just there to join in the fun.

It seems that the three siblings have all started to emulate their eldest brother.

They should imitate their eldest brother.

Wang Duoyu and Liu Xiaoli had no objections; they could sign up if they wanted to, since the country was now advocating for all-round development in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics, and labor.

"By the way, during the National Day holiday, you should all go back to your hometown in Dahonggou Village to help with the farm work and experience it for yourself."

Suddenly remembering this, Wang Duoyu casually remarked that none of the children refused.

They couldn't refuse either.

Beijing, Wenjin Street compound.

Fang Lihe held the phone, somewhat bewildered.

"No, Duoyu, this is a sporting event, it has nothing to do with a great scientist like you."

He received a call from Wang Duoyu, and after learning of the other party's intentions, he was immediately surprised.

What does this have to do with anything?

They're completely unrelated.

"How can it not be related?"

Wang Duoyu said with a smile:
"Take the Olympics for example. We need a lot of money to build venues, roads, and renovate Beijing's public facilities, as well as expand the subway and add buses. All of these require funding."

"I can donate some money, but there's a proper way to do it; I definitely won't just give money directly."

Anyway, Wang Duoyu has his own ideas.

Naturally, his kindness and donations would not be exploited by others.

Regardless of whether Fang Li and his leaders are watching.

Even if they are keeping an eye on things, it's hard to guarantee that the people below won't interfere.

After all, the devil is always one step ahead of the saint, and those below will always find a way to counter it.

Wang Duoyu himself is a mathematician. Once he personally takes charge of this matter, no one will be able to successfully take that money from him.

The projects he just mentioned all start at at least in the tens of billions of RMB.

Most importantly, personnel coordination is the most complex aspect.

Fang Lihe couldn't help but tease, "Duoyu, if you have too much money and nowhere to spend it, you can give it to me. I guarantee your money will be spent where it's most needed."

"No need. The Olympics are where I think the most money is needed, boss. Just you wait and see. I guarantee you'll be amazed in seven years."

Wang Duoyu said with a smile:
"Every penny spent now can turn into a dollar, or even a hundred dollars, in the future. This kind of effect is extremely rare."

Hearing him speak so confidently, Fang Lihe began to have doubts.

However, whether he will still be around seven years from now is a big question.

He should retire next year, and someone else will take over his position.

"Okay then, I'll be waiting for you in the office next month."

"Okay, see you next month."

North Africa, Somalia Peninsula.

In the former capital region of Mogadishu, the territory of the Mahdi.

Inside the makeshift military camp, Garrison had assembled a force of over five thousand men, preparing to launch the most intense retaliatory action against the warlord Aidid.

"Gentlemen, our intelligence now confirms that two of Aidid's top lieutenants, the financial manager Omar Salang and the spokesperson Hamiaeva, are at the Olympic Hotel."

"They must be having a meeting, so this is our chance. We must wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

This is the result of repeated verification by intelligence personnel with their 'informants' via radio.

Now that it's confirmed that Eideed and his group are meeting at the Olympic Hotel, this operation must succeed.

Garrison's expression at this moment was ferocious, like that of a demon, with the scars on his face clearly visible—scars left from the previous bombardment by 122mm rocket artillery.

As the commander of a special forces unit, Garrison considers the previous shelling incident a lifelong disgrace.

In order to save face, he will make the warlord Aidid pay a heavy price.

"Since no one has any objections, let's launch the attack in one hour!"

After the action plan was finalized, everyone adjourned and went to the cafeteria for lunch.

After lunch, the operation will begin, and we should be able to return soon.

Little did anyone know that on the other side of the cafeteria, a white man, upon learning of the outbreak of war, wolfed down his lunch and left first.

Ten minutes later, the white man came outside and, while buying cigarettes at a small shop near the entrance of the temporary military camp, passed on the intelligence.

And this white man received a reward of $50,000 in cash.

Edid was quite willing to share such intelligence.

Meanwhile, inside the Olympic Hotel, Aidid, Omasalan, Hamiaeva, Rubach, and others gathered to discuss how to annihilate the invading Ranger forces on the Somali Peninsula.

Since the bombardment in early September, Garrison's Ranger forces have launched repeated operations.

This resulted in heavy casualties among Aidid's soldiers.

"Constantly defending is clearly not a viable strategy; the enemy has gone too far!"

After uttering a curse, Eideid suddenly looked at Capoetta and said:

"You must organize a major drone counter-offensive immediately tomorrow. I need detailed intelligence on the Rangers; this time, we must terrify them." "By the way, Turkana, you work with Omasalan to go to the open sea again and safely transport back the military equipment I just purchased."

More than half a month ago, in early September, after the bombardment of Garrison and his team.

Eideed then contacted Lanstark, requesting to purchase equipment again.

Without enough shells, he felt completely insecure.

Just then, there was a loud knocking at the door.

A black man walked in from outside; he was Turkana's most astute intelligence agent.

"Boss, the Americans are going to attack in twenty minutes."

Swish!
Upon hearing this, everyone in the room stood up in shock.

"We just received intelligence from an informant at the temporary military camp. Their commander, Garrison, has announced the battle plan. They will launch their attack in one hour, which is nineteen minutes from now."

After hearing this, Edid's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Rubach and the others, saying:

"You must act immediately and ensure the annihilation of as many ranger units as possible. We must show them that we Somalis are not so easily bullied."

"Kapoeta, immediately issue the order to divide your drone team into five groups and deploy them according to the battle plan Lanstark previously provided. Their mission is to pinpoint the enemy's route, intercept and eliminate as many enemies as possible, and teach them a lesson they won't forget."

"Turkana, go to the other side and adjust the gun barrels. This time, aim at their makeshift airfield. Don't let their planes take off."

In retaliation, Garrison mobilized more than fifty helicopters of various types from several nearby Middle Eastern military bases.

Apache attack helicopters, Black Hawk helicopters, Little Bird helicopters, and the famous Chinook transport helicopter.

These planes were all at a temporary airport near the coast.

Eideid and his men had already learned of this information, but they did not take any action in order not to alert the enemy.

Unexpectedly, Garrison and his team also obtained relevant intelligence, causing the great battle to begin ahead of schedule.

If so, let's fight!
After the order was given, Edid and his men began to act.

Everyone left the Olympic Hotel quietly, evading the eyes of informants, under cover of secrecy.

On the other side, in the territory of the warlord Mahdi.

"According to our information, Garrison is about to take action against Idid. They are fully armed, and the Little Bird helicopters are already circling in the sky."

"Boss, do you need me to go this time?"

A black man in a suit sitting next to Mahdi suddenly spoke up.

He was Mahdi’s most valued pilot because his aircraft was a Mirage 2000.

This Mirage 2000 fighter jet was sold to Mahdi last month by Garcia, a member of the Anka mercenary group, who contacted him directly.

Garcia is a retired special forces member of the former military police special operations force. He used to be a pilot before joining the Anka mercenary group.

Garcia joined Anka's mercenary group for money, of course.

His son was seriously ill, but he received no help whatsoever.

His past connections with the military police special operations unit were completely useless after his retirement.

In France, no hospital is willing to lower medical fees.

To cure his son, at least ten million US dollars would be needed.

Leukemia is a disease that requires medication that costs several thousand dollars a month, which no family can afford.

Therefore, with nowhere else to turn, Garcia had no choice but to pick up his gun again and join the Anka mercenary group.

After all, only mercenary groups could offer him a higher salary.

In late August of this year, the Anka mercenary group, after lying in ambush near the Hanaigan base in the Middle East for several months, finally seized the opportunity and cooperated with another team to take down the base in one fell swoop.

Anka's mercenary group also took the opportunity to acquire a Mirage 2000 fighter jet.

When Garcia saw the fighter jets, he struggled internally, but ultimately had no choice but to take the risk.

He flew fighter jets to the Somali peninsula and completed the deal with the Mahdi.

In his earlier years, Garcia had several contacts with the Mahdi and knew that they needed to purchase fighter jets.

So this time it was a perfect match.

After the deal was completed, Garcia took fifteen million dollars and fled.

Mahdi, having acquired a Mirage 2000 fighter jet, naturally contacted other arms dealers to procure related air-to-air missiles, air-to-ground missiles, and other military equipment.

With such a fighter jet, Mahdi has completely stopped taking his old rival, Aidid, seriously.

Once Garrison captures Aidid this time, Mahdi will take over all of Aidid's territory in one fell swoop.

"No need, you shouldn't deploy. Our fighter jets need to remain hidden and cannot be detected by the outside world," Mahdi said calmly.
"Make arrangements and monitor the situation closely."

Before he could finish speaking, a fierce artillery barrage came from afar, shaking the earth and causing Mahdi and his men to stand up in shock.

"Boss, they've already engaged in combat!"

In the distance, within the territory of Ideid, a broadcast is ringing out at this very moment: Come forth and fight for your homeland!

Aidid possesses a large amount of military equipment, and he has made a great decision to launch this counterattack.

That is to open the doors of the armory and let ordinary Somali civilians take up arms and fight for him, Aidid.

The words spoken on the radio were, of course, grand and dignified.

They claim to be fighting for their homeland, but in reality, they're just working for Aidid.

Because Garrison's goal was to capture Aidid, not to kill innocent Somali civilians.

Boom!

Bird and Black Hawk helicopters circled in the sky, and artillery shells rained down from the sky in the distance, but they did not pose a threat to the helicopters.

"Fuck, there are too many of them!"

The escort convoy, commanded by Lieutenant Colonel McNett, arrived on time near the Olympic Hotel building.

But at that moment, tens of thousands of Somalis surrounded them from all sides and launched an attack on their Ranger unit.

Yes, it was an attack.

These Somali blacks are all armed with AK47s.
Even eleven or twelve-year-old children, with innocent faces but murderous eyes, held AK47s and fearlessly pointed the guns at American soldiers.

Surrounded by numerous firearms, the Little Bird helicopter prepared to take off.

At that moment, a Ranger named Blackburn slid off the helicopter and was seriously injured.

Lieutenant Colonel McNett had originally planned to arrange three Humvees to take Blackburn back to base.

In less than a minute, the Blackburn soldier was snatched away by the Somalis.

To be a prisoner, not to kill the other.

The two sides exchanged fire fiercely, with bullets flying back and forth as if they were free.

During the counterattack, the Somalis still did not have such fierce firepower.

In particular, the machine gunners on the Apache attack helicopters kept firing their triggers, and bullets rained down like a curtain of rain, keeping the Somalis on the other side.

This finally gave the other Ranger units an opportunity to launch a fierce attack and rescue Blackburn.

However, during this process, three more Rangers were seriously wounded.

It seems that the current number of Hummers is insufficient.

Furthermore, many Somalis have been killed or injured in the nearby streets.

The Rangers' combat prowess is indeed formidable; currently, only four of their members are seriously injured.

However, the Somali side has already suffered several hundred casualties.

This caused nearby streets to be blocked.

"Lieutenant Colonel McNett, this is Black Hawk 61. A large number of Somalis are approaching from about a kilometer away, and they are all armed."

The pilot of the Apache attack helicopter notified Commander Lieutenant Colonel McNett via radio.

"Which direction?"

"There are people everywhere, in every direction! You must leave immediately!"

what?
Lieutenant Colonel McNett's face immediately showed a look of utter disbelief.

He could only immediately contact Garrison at the base and ask him to help arrange for a rescue.

why?
Because if they didn't get a rescue at this point, McNett's team would probably be wiped out.

Garrison would naturally give the order.

But at this point, McNett had to consider breaking out of the encirclement.

After all, there are now many more Somalis who are fearless and daring.

In the distance, Aidid also received a report from his subordinates and immediately arranged to open two more armories and distribute the weapons to the local Somalis.

Mogadishu was the former capital of Somalia, and it still has a significant population.

Therefore, in a very short time, Aidid had already organized a large force of more than 30,000 men armed with AK47s.

That's the beauty of money.

For Somalis, firearms are essentially another life.

The reason is simple: many Somalis have probably handled quite a few firearms by the time they are three or four years old.

They grew up in this kind of environment.

Many of them were pirates, their ancestors were pirates, and they were born with a natural talent for handling guns.

After all, these people don't engage in production; they only think about using guns to rob people on the road.

Boom!

The artillery fire from afar continues, having already fired quite a few shells, but it doesn't seem to be having much of an effect.

It's a classic case of all bark and no bite.

But right now.

A subordinate reported that a Black Hawk helicopter had been hit by a shell and exploded in mid-air, creating a spectacular firework display.

Aidid was overjoyed:
"Good, good, they must be rewarded, this is wonderful."

"By the way, what about the drone unit? What's the situation now?"

The subordinate quickly replied:
"Boss, they're still looking for an opportunity, but the drone unit also played a part in bombarding the Black Hawk helicopters earlier."

Hearing this, Aidid was very happy.

Lieutenant Colonel McNett was furious and personally led the Rangers in a fierce counterattack.

The twelve Hummers were trapped in the narrow streets of Mogadishu, the capital city, unable to move forward or backward.

Somalis are fearless; even if someone falls, those around them will quickly pick up weapons and continue fighting.

In the midst of the fierce battle, an RPG gunner hit the Black Hawk helicopter codenamed Super 61.

Inside the temporary base, the supreme commander, Garrison, could clearly see the crash of the Super 61 Black Hawk helicopter and the struggles of the helicopter pilot and other armed soldiers through images transmitted from three OH*58D observation helicopters.

"Immediately contact the nearest Rangers and proceed to the pursuit location for rescue!"

Garrison's order was issued promptly, and a small bird helicopter was dispatched to the crash site immediately.

Soon, the Little Bird helicopter landed near the street. The pilot used a pistol to fend off the approaching Somalis, while others rushed out to help other armed rangers transport the surviving wounded from the crash to the helicopter.

On the other side, Edid also soon learned of this.

He immediately gave the order:

"Pass the word down: if they can be stopped, I'll give a reward of $50,000."

In his pursuit of victory, Eideid no longer cared about anything else.

If Aidid could defeat the arrogant American soldiers, the gains for him would be absolutely incredible.

Perhaps Mahdi won't dare to go against him anymore?
There are many warlords on the Somali peninsula, but the biggest warlords are Aidid and Mahdi.

However, Aidid now believes that he is the biggest warlord in the Somali peninsula, without exception.

After learning the details of Aidid's orders, Somalis from all directions near the crash site went even more frenzied.

The rocket launcher gunner, hiding on the second floor of a building on the street, aimed directly at the little bird helicopter.

Aren't they trying to save people?

Then destroy their helicopters so they can't escape.

Once the bird helicopter is destroyed, they will be trapped and unable to escape.

Boom!

A rocket-propelled grenades hit the bird helicopter directly.

The explosion rang out, creating a huge shockwave that blew the pilots, the wounded, and the Rangers away.

The Somali civilians cheered and then continued to pull the trigger, rushing forward, determined to take down the American soldiers.

As things stand, the Rangers are strong, but not invincible.

However, at this moment, another search and rescue helicopter arrived over the crash site of Super 61, and rescuers rappelled down from ropes.

However, the helicopter was quickly hit by an RPG and soon crashed into a nearby street.

Boom!

After a loud bang, only two people from the search and rescue helicopter escaped; the rest died.

Bang!
Upon seeing this scene through the transmitted video, Garrison was so angry that he slammed his fist on the table.

But no matter how angry he got, it was no use. Since things had come to this, he could only try his best to mitigate the losses.

The Somali people's fearless faces shocked the American soldiers and also made Garrison somewhat apprehensive.

However, at this time, another piece of bad news came back: two Black Hawk helicopters were suddenly attacked by artillery shells and crashed.

"Fuck, what's going on? Why all of a sudden?"

Garrison was unaware of what was going on; he was simply furious.

But when he was checking the situation, he saw an OH58D observation helicopter, the image suddenly went black, and then the signal disappeared completely.

This time, disaster is truly imminent.

Fortunately, one of the other two observation helicopters suddenly took pictures, revealing that Aidid had deployed a drone.

Hundreds of drones were positioned two kilometers above the observation helicopter.

Is that a drone?
How could it be flying at such a high altitude?
The sheer size of the drone caused Garrison's expression to change drastically.

He used to not take this kind of home-use drone, which could only be used for taking pictures, seriously.

However, the destructive power unleashed by these drones is now truly astonishing.

The two Black Hawk helicopters and one observation helicopter in front of us all crashed because of the drone.

"Attack! Attack them with missiles!"

Garrison was panting heavily, his eyes blazing with fury, and he roared in exasperation.

The subordinates were also very angry, but there was nothing they could do.

These drones continued to launch attacks, and two more rockets flew in from a distance.

It accurately hit one of the OH58 observation helicopters.

Now, Garrison only has one observation helicopter left.

There are no more observation helicopters available at the temporary airfield, but the few spare Black Hawk helicopters also need to be deployed now.

Otherwise, this operation will not only fail to achieve victory.

They might even die here.

The air force was unable to achieve any effective results, and the ground forces also encountered unprecedented encirclement and suppression.

My God, this is a huge disaster.

"Yeah, that's great!"

Kapoeta was overjoyed to see that he had shot down another American helicopter.

"It's so satisfying to fight Americans with their equipment!"

Their drones were all purchased from the American arms dealer Randark.

And the enemy they are now fighting back against is the Rangers from the United States.

Although they didn't quite understand why Lanstark and his men would sell them such powerful heavy weapons just for money.

However, they have now achieved a partial victory.

What I'm seeing isn't a dream, but something that's actually happening.

cool!

Wang Duoyu probably didn't know that the drones he spearheaded the development of would shine brightly on the Somali peninsula, routing the Rangers.

However, he was absolutely certain that drones, which seemed 'harmless' and only had functions such as reconnaissance and photography, were not actually capable of such things.

In fact, drones have a wide range of applications.

Putting aside other factors, the drones that Lanstark sold to Ideid weren't actually that valuable.

On the contrary, drone combat skills are the real valuable stuff.

This is also why Kapoeta and his team were able to gain the upper hand in this battle.

Even with advanced equipment, one still needs to use their brain to have a chance of winning, rather than being blindly arrogant.

Garrison's downfall stemmed from blind arrogance, believing he possessed helicopters like the Black Hawk, Chinook, Apache, and Little Bird, as well as teams comprised of Delta Force, Rangers, and Navy SEALs.

Facing the 'rabble' of local Somali warlords would be a piece of cake.

As a result, Eideid was not the key to his promotion, but rather his death knell.

Currently, only a small number of Black Hawk helicopters and Delta Force ground forces remain; let's see if they can turn the tide. (End of Chapter)