Back in 1978, I was admitted to Northwestern Polytechnical University.

Chapter 498 The Slipper Army Has No Martial Morality!
The South Koreans present all looked grim.

They came to the East seeking help, but they were also trying their luck. After all, Northwestern Polytechnical University is currently helping multiple companies design fighter jets, both in the East and the West. Perhaps they could also help South Korea?

Unexpectedly, the Easterners made additional demands!
They knew they weren't capable of agreeing to this, so... it seemed those advanced trainer aircraft were destined to be out of their reach!

"I imagine there are more than just air force personnel among you guests, right? Are there also representatives from the navy?" Qin Liang looked at the restless people and said, "It's not that I look down on you, but your naval strength is really too weak!"

After World War II, South Korea first established a coast guard, acquiring 36 light wooden patrol boats and US Navy landing craft from the Americans. Three years later, it was expanded into the South Korean Navy.

In 1950, the Far East War broke out. The navy in the north had more than 10,000 men and more than 100 warships, while the navy in the south had only 6,000 to 7,000 men and about 30 warships.

During the three years of war, the South Korean Navy received a lot of transferred supplies, including five Tacoma-class frigates.

After the war, they continued to import surplus materials from the United States during World War II. For example, in 1963, they acquired the American-made Fletcher-class destroyer and renamed it Chungmu.

After entering the 1970s, with the rapid improvement of South Korea's strength, they also began to shift from importing second-hand warships to developing their own. In 1980, they launched a 2,000-ton Ulsan-class frigate, which was already the largest warship they had.

Unfortunately, these warships were no match for the islanders on the other side.

"I've heard that the island nation's Maritime Self-Defense Force is no longer satisfied with its existing 8-8 fleet and wants to further enhance its capabilities. In particular, they are negotiating with the United States to import the Aegis system so that they can build their own Aegis fleet. In comparison, your equipment is far too outdated!"

In the mid-1990s, South Korea began to develop its own destroyers. The 3,900-ton KDX-1 enabled South Korea to develop from a coastal navy to a blue-water navy. The real Aegis warship was the KDDX-3, built in 2007. Of course, its overall strength still could not compare with that of the island nation, which at that time had already developed into a fleet of ninety ships.

Everyone present changed their expressions.

An island nation's navy is actually seeking Aegis warships? Compared to them, they're so outdated!
Young naval officer Choi Yoon-hee couldn't help but ask, "Could your side provide us with Aegis warships... or similar Aegis warship equipment technology?"

“Of course,” Qin Liang said. “The British Navy came to us a while ago, and we provided them with solutions for vertical launch systems and rotating phased array radars. I think you would be interested in them as well.”

If airplanes alone are not enough, then add warships as well. I don't believe they won't be tempted!
As for the potential risks of confrontation...

The risk shouldn't be too great. After all, for South Korea, the biggest threat isn't us, but the island nation!

THAAD and such are things that will happen after the new millennium. By then, they will already have Aegis warships. Now, we can provide them with our technology and equipment, and everything will be under our control. We don't need to worry that these South Koreans will use our technology to harm us.

"Rotating phased array?"

"That's right. A four-sided phased array radar is too heavy and installed too low, making it unable to deal with potential low-altitude targets. Based on the experience in the Falklands, it must be installed higher, that is, on a mast. In this case, a rotating phased array is the most suitable. With our electronic technology, the refresh rate and other parameters are no worse than a four-sided phased array, and the cost is also cheaper..."

Qin Liang started bluffing again.

"The British Navy has more than just a century of history. Since they chose our Eastern technology, they must have been attracted by its advanced nature. Trust me, everyone, they are right!"

That way, even if the South Koreans get the technology, they can claim it was given to them by the British and completely absolve themselves of any connection with us!

Choi Yoon-hee took a deep breath: "Could you give us a design drawing?"

"Of course, wait until I turn on my computer."

Soon, the design appeared on the computer screen, and its unique design instantly dazzled many people.

This……

"Gentlemen, this is one of the most advanced naval air defense ship designs we have ever seen! It has a large number of vertical launch systems, giving it a strong ability to deal with low-altitude sea-skimming attacks..."

"Can we... take this design with us?"

"In principle, it's not possible. However, if you need it, we will make an exception and send you a complete three-view drawing. You have all seen the potential for the vigorous development of our East. Cooperating with our East is definitely the most suitable option!"

"Yes."

Whether they came from the air force or the navy, they nodded frequently.

A smile appeared on Qin Liang's face. Good, he had finally fooled all these guys!
"I look forward to good news from you all. You have already seen the booming development of our East. Cooperating with us is certainly more in your interest than dealing with a declining region."

“Yes, we will make the suggestion to our superiors when we get back,” Park Hee-do said.

Choi Yoon-hee nodded in agreement: "That's right, we believe that cooperating with the East is more suitable!"

Selling equipment separately would definitely displease the higher-ups, but with this condition, they'll only give Qin Liang a thumbs up and praise him for doing a good job!

Qin Liang warmly saw everyone off to their cars. The setting sun cast golden rays, another busy day ahead!

"Principal Qin, your methods are brilliant."

"Teacher Yu, please don't praise me. Since we've run into this, I might as well give it a push." ​​Qin Liang said with a smile, "Besides, with this connection, who would dare to harbor any illusions and use South Korea as a springboard? They're destined to fail."

"Yes. Principal Qin, there's one more thing."

"What's the matter?"

"In Yemen, the islanders have already redeemed the cargo ship through an arms trade."

The islanders handled this matter very discreetly, as it was not a honorable affair. However, we have special channels, and since this matter requires the cooperation of Mr. Sha, we have already learned about the progress of the matter through him.

Those guerrillas wearing flip-flops have already acquired a large amount of weapons and equipment!

This is definitely going to be interesting!
"Seriously, aren't the Americans really cowards? They've been making threats for so long, but they don't even dare to take action!"

In the mountainous region of northern Yemen.

"Quick, quick, move all this equipment into our cave!"

Everyone looked at the equipment with excitement on their faces.

"Big brother, with this equipment, can we pull off a big heist?"

Hussein-Housse turned his head: "What big thing are you doing?"

"Aircraft carriers! The Americans are always showing off their power with their carriers. If we can sink one of theirs this time, we'll definitely..."

Ibrahim-Housse walked over: "You are all too idealistic. Even anti-ship missiles produced in the East are no match for American aircraft carriers, let alone our small anti-tank missiles. Moreover, this batch of equipment is not meant to fight the Americans. Before we fight them, we must first develop our own strength!"

Everyone looked at the newcomer; this was their mentor!

"Teacher, what should we do next?"

"Next, we'll develop in the mountains, gradually strengthening our forces. If the Americans want to deal with us, they'll definitely launch an air strike. We need to..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone rushed in.

"Report! We found some footprints left by military boots on the mountain road outside!"

Locals all wear flip-flops and simply can't afford military boots, as they're too expensive. Now that military boots have appeared... there's only one possibility!

"Hussein, immediately take men to search and find this small American unit!"

"Yes."

Hussein was extremely excited. He led his most elite men, shuffling out in slippers.

Meanwhile, in a valley more than ten kilometers away from the cave.

"This damn mountain area, after going around and around, it seems like we're back to square one?"

"Yes, it's absolutely shameful! We had satellite photos, yet we still went the wrong way in the mountains!"

"The signal transmitter inside this weapon is clearly displayed nearby, so why can't I find it?"

The island nation provided weapons and equipment, but... they also did some tampering.

Those boxes contained signal transmitters, allowing them to locate the weapons using receivers—presumably the most secretive locations of the local armed groups.

Once we find them, we can call in an air raid and wipe them out!

The Yemeni government? Hmph, if they dare to stop us, we'll bomb them too!

This time, the Americans are serious!
With this belief, the group wandered around the mountains.

"If only I had a Beidou navigation receiver with me!" someone suddenly exclaimed.

Their ten-man Delta Force unit was there specifically for reconnaissance!

Richard, the person in charge, looked complicated: "BeiDou? BeiDou is useful, but it requires transmitting signals and performing calculations at ground stations. This way, our location can be known very clearly. This kind of system is not suitable for our development. We still need to use our own GPS, and wait until GPS is fully networked..."

One is fast, the other is slow. GPS is still dragging its feet and is still experimental. It hasn't completed global networking yet. I don't know what the relevant departments are delaying for.

As a result, they cannot use advanced satellite navigation and positioning systems, and can only...

Wait a minute! Richard suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

It's so quiet here, eerily quiet. Even the birds have stopped chirping. This is...

"Be on guard!"

As soon as he finished speaking, flames burst forth in the distance.

Da da da!
The AK47 began its most intense firing!
Countless bullets rained down on their bodies, the bulletproof gear clanging and deflecting them, but...

Bulletproof plates can't protect the whole body!
On arms, on thighs...

People kept getting shot and falling down screaming.

"Ferrero, Ferrero, how are you?"

"Pete, Pete!"

"Oh, help me, help me!"

The scene was in chaos.

Special forces soldiers are human too. No matter how well they are trained, they can't fight against multiple opponents!
When they were surrounded by armed men, their numbers dwindled rapidly, and Richard slowly succumbed to despair.

go?
Only three of his men were still alive and well. Should he lead them out? What about his six comrades? Staying here meant certain death!
The Americans wage wars of aggression everywhere, so it's impossible to sing praises of justice. The only belief left to support the US military in fighting is not abandoning one's own comrades.

just now……

boom!
Just then, an explosion suddenly rang out. Was that... a mortar?

The enemy has actually set up a mortar!
“We surrender! We surrender!” Richard raised his hands and stood up.

If we don't surrender, we'll all die; if we surrender, maybe... we won't die?
When Richard saw the murderous intent in the eyes of those enemies, he suddenly realized that fighting to the death seemed like a better option.

"Please save my men."

Even if the wound isn't fatal, excessive bleeding can still lead to death!
Unfortunately, no one paid him any attention. These bastards in slippers actually started to strip the wounded soldiers of their equipment and put it on themselves!

These damn guys...

Hearing his men writhing in pain on the ground, Richard spoke again: "For God's sake, save them!"

“We can’t treat them because we have no hospital or medicine here. So, their best option is for your helicopter to take them away.” Just then, a man approached them and spoke to them in English: “So, would you be willing to contact our rear now?”

Richard then realized that the reason these people hadn't responded to him was simply because of the language barrier!
Now, we understand the language!

But the next moment, he frowned again: "We're sending a helicopter, so... won't you..."

"Of course not. We abide by the Geneva Convention. As long as they only send rescue helicopters and not armed helicopters, we will not take action against them. However, you prisoners will have to be taken away by me."

The person who came was a civilized person!
"Okay, I'll call it now."

Richard made contact with the rear via radio, and then... he and three of his men were put into a pickup truck by the guerrillas.

The vehicle jolted a bit, and the group's hearts were heavy. The wounded could leave safely, but what about them? Would they be able to leave alive? If the other side promised to abide by the Geneva Convention, then they would probably have to pay a ransom, right?

Everyone silently awaited their fate.

Half an hour later, the vehicle drove to a campsite.

This is a village on a hillside, and it's mealtime; wisps of smoke are rising from the village.

"We only have flatbread here, we hope you won't mind."

"Thank you."

"Which unit are you from? Navy SEALs? Or Green Berets?"

"delta."

"Delta? No wonder."

"What's the wonder?"

"nothing."

The brief conversation ended, and Richard, biting into his shriveled pancake, slowly realized that the other person was saying that Delta Force was too unlucky, failing every mission they carried out!
damn it!
Wait! What do I mean? Does that sound like a helicopter?

Two Black Hawk helicopters roared past.

It seems... they went to pick up the wounded, right?

On the battlefield, five Delta Force soldiers, stripped down to their underwear, lay on the ground groaning in pain. Although their wounds were simply bandaged, blood was still seeping out.

A hapless man whose major artery was severed has now died on this land.

Just as everyone was anticipating what would happen, the sound of a helicopter rang out.

Here comes, finally here!
They opened their eyes wide and shouted to the sky, while Ferrero, holding the only flare gun, fired it into the air.

Whoosh, whoosh!

Three signal flares soared into the sky, blooming like flowers in the heavens.

With a roar, the two Black Hawk helicopters slowly landed.

"Hurry up!"

The medics got off the plane, ran to the wounded, gave them basic first aid and stopped the bleeding, and then took them back for further treatment.

Only the pilot, co-pilot, and mechanic remained on the helicopter.

The group looked around warily; after all, their actions were extremely risky, and if anything went wrong...

Boom!
Just then, a soft sound rang out, and a pair of slippers stepped onto the floor of the crew compartment of the dark figure. The person holding an AK rifle shouted, "Don't move!"

The pilot in front tried to draw his pistol, but the next moment, more slippers came up and pointed guns at him!
So they had no choice but to obediently raise their hands.

These damned bastards, they really have no sense of martial ethics!

Two helicopters were almost simultaneously boarded by guerrillas hiding nearby and captured in one fell swoop. Meanwhile, the medics were busy treating the wounded. When the first stretcher was carried out, they realized that their helicopters... had been taken over by the guerrillas!
Boom!
The stretcher fell to the ground, and the wounded inside screamed again.

Finished!

They've walked right into a trap! I knew they weren't reliable!

Everyone was filled with anger.

Camp.

Richard's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

I've already eaten half of the flatbread and can't eat anymore.

Based on the timeline, those two helicopters should be returning to base by now!

There was no sound of fighting either. Did they retreat from another direction?
But... in the setting sun, those who were brought in...

"Damn it, you guys have no sportsmanship!" Richard threw down the flatbread and shouted angrily.

The soldiers in slippers around them raised their guns and aimed them at them.

"Kill me! Kill me! If we're all dead, what other ways will you set a trap?" Richard was now beyond furious.

Richard glared angrily when he saw the person who understood English walking over.

“No, you misunderstand. This is not our fault,” Ibrahim-Housse said calmly. “They came to rescue us, and they even brought weapons!”

"Self-defense? That's a weapon for self-defense!"

"You fly into our country, onto our territory, armed, and claim it's for self-defense?" Ibrahim-Housse looked at them. "Do you think we're idiots? So, this is your violation of the rules, don't blame us!"

That statement... is truly undeniable!

(End of this chapter)