The Death of a Comrade
No one in this world was a fool, but everyone hoped others were fools so they could take greater advantage.
Take Wilson, who was pretending to be stupid and acting cute in an attempt to bluff his way through. However, Commander Cui, the highest-ranking commander of the Chinese peacekeeping force stationed in Somalia, was no pushover either. Trying to pull the wool over his eyes was doomed to fail.
What was more, there was also Li Bai, who would never accept a loss no matter what. He had seen at a glance that this Wilson was damn well no good.
Come, come, you old bastard. Come to this doctor for an expert consultation. Your IQ account is overdue. Please recharge it as soon as possible...
The armed personnel outside the temporary camp of the Chinese peacekeeping force were, to put it nicely, a coalition. There were certainly more than eight countries among them. Since they claimed to have over forty teams, there had to be fifteen or sixteen countries at least. Present-day Somalia, even with AKs in hand, was still no match for the Great Qing Dynasty. Now that they had double the Eight-Nation Alliance, it was no wonder they dared claim they could alter Somalia's political situation. They really did have the ability.
Unfortunately, my Great Qing Dynasty had perished long ago!
Nowadays, China had the strongest army on Earth. In front of the elite main combat regiments of the Middle Kingdom, this coalition was no different from a rabble.
Having guns, artillery, and anti-armor weapons was one thing. Trying to meld so many assorted armed personnel into a single force was another. Without a year or two, they probably could not form combat strength where one plus one equaled two, let alone exceeded