City: I Have A Red Alert Base

Chapter 53: Boundaries

Chittagong is less than 40 kilometers away from Sairaki, the westernmost city in the country.

On the border between the two countries, a main road connects these two small East African countries, and there are also two small towns with a population of less than 1,000.

A grey concrete road extends from Chittagong and turns into a dirt road after entering the territory of Somalia. There is also a boundary wall composed of elevated barbed wire between the two countries to prevent Somali people from smuggling.

People in the border towns of Somalia mainly smuggle and transport to Chittagong, such as smuggling livestock from Somalia.

Because it is very close to Chittagong, in the chaotic world of Sokoku, it is a little better than most other areas.

On this day, the border town of Suogu changed to a new flag, which represented the bald eagle flag with black stripes on a red background.

A squad of soldiers in a Grizzly tank and a multi-purpose infantry fighting vehicle took over the border checkpoints and defenses.

This surprised the townspeople in Chittagong.

The border police, yes, although Chittagong has a population of one million, the army has only about 5,500 people, including 200 in the air force, only equipped with a few Mi-8 and Mi-17 helicopters, 200 in the navy, with a few Small patrol boats and speedboats, mainly used to combat smuggling.

There are nearly 10,000 foreign troops stationed in this country. Because the geographical location is very important, and they are the charter women of various countries here, almost no one dares to pay attention to Chittagong.

Therefore, the border of Chittagong is mainly maintained by the local police force.

A border town sheriff came out of the coffee shop with a cup of hot coffee in his hand when he saw the grizzly tank and the multi-purpose infantry at the checkpoint in the border town of Sokoku, less than a few hundred meters away. vehicles, and dozens of well-armed elite soldiers.

"Gift crab special!" The town sheriff was so shocked that the coffee in his hand fell to the ground.

But now is not the time to grieve over this cup of coffee, and the town sheriff immediately blew his whistle.

After a while, several belly-bellied police officers gathered around him, including him, there were eight people in total.

However, because of the border, and the chaotic Suo Kingdom on the opposite side, people often try to smuggle through the elevated barbed wire, so their equipment is not bad, almost everyone has a rifle, and even an RPK light machine gun.

"You, go and ask them, what's the situation!" The sheriff hid in a sentry on the border, watching the opposite side patrolling on duty, without any intention of attacking, he felt a little relieved, and then pointed to a recently transferred person. The guy who came over.

Although the young policeman was quite frightened in his heart, the orders of his superiors and the fact that the other party did not cross the line still gave him the courage to walk towards the border line.

"Hello..." The little policeman came to the border line, and when he saw the other party's equipment, his eyes almost came out in shock.

This full set of American equipment, if it weren't for the strange tanks and armored infantry fighting vehicles, as well as the red-backed black-striped bald eagle armbands on their arms, the little policemen would almost think they were Eagle sauce's army.

"Hello, this is the Legion Border Patrol Unit, what's the matter?" a Red Police officer came over and asked.

"Uh..." The little policeman frowned, apparently not hearing the name of this legion, so he asked curiously: "I am from the Chittagong Border Guard Force, I want to ask, you...are tribal armed or... Um...what organization or country do you belong to?"

The little policeman spent a long time sorting out the language before speaking intermittently.

The Red Police officer realized that this was a publicity campaign, so he said solemnly: "We are the border patrol team under the Legion, which is affiliated to the Legion. We have temporarily taken over here, and the local security force will be responsible for daily border patrol and security tasks in the future. , we do not belong to any country, only loyal to the supreme commander of the legion."

After digesting some information, the little policeman asked again, "Then... what about the Northern Autonomous Army?"

The Red Police officer said solemnly: "The Northern Autonomous Army and the Northern Autonomous Region have ended their chaotic rule, and now the entire northern part of the country is ruled by the Legion."

The little policeman was shocked. He was born in the border area. He grew up listening to the news of how many people smuggled and died in the northern autonomous region. Now he suddenly told him that the northern autonomous region was gone, which made him stunned for a moment.

However, when the little policeman wanted to ask for some information, the red police officer waved his hand directly and said, "This is the only information we can communicate, please leave."

"Okay, sorry for disturbing you!" The little policeman nodded apologetically, and then trotted back to his own post.

"Sheriff!" Before the little policeman could report to the sheriff, the sheriff waved his hand.

"Okay, I see." The sheriff heard the conversation just now through the communication device carried by the little policeman.

He kept people on guard, and then unusually arranged another border patrol mission to his subordinates, which was rare in the past week, and then left.

The sheriff came to the cafe, found a middle-aged man in black sitting in a booth by the roadside, and took out the memory card of the communication device just now.

"The information is all here, and they won't say any more." After finishing speaking, the sheriff turned to leave and ordered a cup of coffee.

The middle-aged man in black picked up the sheriff's memory card and put it into the computer to read it. After listening, he directly uploaded it to his superior, the CIA Intelligence Branch in Chittagong.

"Legion? It doesn't seem to be an ordinary force..." The middle-aged man looked at the information on the computer that was only available inside the CIA, frowned and said, "This time it's a chore. Retired agents?"

Just when the middle-aged man in black was thinking about how to sneak in.

boom! boom! boom!

Several gunshots were heard in the distance.

The middle-aged man in black looked at the prestige, and saw a few kilometers away, an armored infantry fighting vehicle he had never seen before shooting in a farther direction on a high ground, it seemed to be some stowaways.

And most of them may be some routed and defeated soldiers of the Northern Autonomous Army.

In the past few days, many rout and defeated soldiers of the Northern Autonomous Army have been caught smuggling, but unfortunately there is still very little information from the interrogation.

"It seems that it is difficult to sneak in." The middle-aged man in black didn't want to be hit as a target in the Gobi.

But a truck carrying grain happened to appear on the road, which caught his attention.

I saw this truck with six pairs of tires entered a small town in Sokoku after being checked at the border.

The middle-aged man in black suddenly had an idea.

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