After Qin Ming was taught a lesson, he had to return to the airship to rest, but the advance team continued to be busy. Old Harris was a vanguard. He and Chief Richard led the team to conduct reconnaissance in the city, while Zhang Hong continued the work that Qin Ming had not completed.

"Team Qin, the fuel tanks of these pickup trucks are full, and the people here must have sufficient fuel supply. They should have a complete refinery, which is really good news."

"Some of the corpses are strong, some are thin, and the ranks are severely differentiated. It is estimated that the food supply here is seriously insufficient, which will affect our follow-up actions."

"Weapons are good and bad, and the ammunition is not very sufficient. Nearly half of the guns are poorly maintained and have no use value."

"Radio?" Zhang Hong finally found the car led by the thugs, found a single radio station and turned it on for monitoring. Various buzzing sounds came from the headphones, "The radio station is very good, the battery is very sufficient, but I can't understand what the radio is saying."

"Team Doctor, you need this place." Qin Weidong shouted, and the team doctor who was taking care of Qin Ming came over.

Angola was once a colony of Portugal, and the official language here was Portuguese. The advance team doctor also worked as a part-time translator, but after he came over, he shrugged and said, "This is a communication between several forces in Luanda. Our cannons were too loud and they were frightened."

The sound of cannons in the darkness was far away. There were no tall buildings in the city of Luanda. The sound was heard from the airport almost in the entire city. In the darkness, many survivors entrenched in the city were paying attention and speculating in private.

Angola's population exceeded 40 million in 20 years, but after experiencing the catastrophe and the baptism of nuclear winter, there is at most one million left. And all of these millions are gathered in the city and seeking survival.

The team doctor translated a few words, all of which were related to fear and doubt. Some people in the city wanted to see the situation, while others decided to keep their troops still. Mr. Qin immediately turned his head and looked at the captured prisoner. The guy was eating quickly and listening to the canned food.

Seeing the well-equipped foreign armed forces in front of me, the voracious prisoners said while eating: "There are about 50,000 people in the city, and they belong to more than 20 forces. Most of them are slaves. We make a living by going out to sea to catch fish and collecting wild food."

"How did you survive the winter?" Qin Weidong asked.

"Winter?" When it comes to the cold nuclear winter, the captives' faces showed a creepy expression of horror. For tropical residents, snowy days are simply hell, and nuclear winter is the eighteenth floor of hell.

"We went to grab food everywhere and killed people everywhere. The leader tried every means to grab several farms and got tens of thousands of livestock. We also went to dig cassava from the ground. In short, we ate whatever we could. At the most, our leader ruled countless people, but later everyone died slowly."

Without sufficient knowledge and corresponding reserves, no one can survive the long nuclear winter. It is conceivable that the days of the native Africans were ten thousand times more miserable than the Aurora Legion.

In such a difficult environment, it is too luxurious to expect the survivors to have a lot of human nature. After eating the last meal but not the next meal, everyone can only care about the present and cannot see the distant future. They can live one day, and they will not even care about the interests of the next day.

"Tell me, where can I find Chinese people living in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked again.

This time the captive shook his head, very confused. His identity and status were low, so he could at most learn about the situation in Luanda.

"Maybe you can go to the slaves to ask. Our leader bought and captured a lot of slaves who could work from other places, and they knew a lot." In order to save their lives, the prisoners could only use their brains to find a way for Qin Weidong.

"Where are the slaves?" Qin Weidong asked.

"There are slaves everywhere in the city, and every force is bound to use slaves. The original Non-President Alliance raised slaves. After the Non-President Alliance was finished, we divided up its legacy." There are only so many prisoners.

It was just night time, and Qin Weidong decided to use the cover of the night to enter the city to find out. After all, their night vision instruments will help them take advantage of it.

"Zhang Hong, your person is responsible for driving."

"Marks, your guy is responsible for leading the way and being a guard."

"Harris, Richard, you are responsible for hiding in the dark to deal with the danger."

The four pickup trucks were passive and left the airport with the recoilless cannon truck to the palace square in the city. It was the old nest of the bandits who had just been killed and the place where they detained slaves.

When the sound of the vehicle came slowly along the road, the forces in Luanda were like evil demons in hell, secretly poking out their dark and ugly faces from behind the buildings.

Several thugs fled during the battle at the airport, and the news of outsiders invading spread throughout the city. The thugs who were surviving would not think too much about their kind of being destroyed, nor would they think too much about the strength of the enemy. They only knew that this group of outsiders must have some supplies to plunder.

No matter what it is, no matter how much the price it costs, it is good to grab it.

The advance team drove the pickup truck and slowly went deep into the city. Soon they saw figures hiding and hiding on both sides of the road. Although they did not turn on the lights, the sound of motives was too obvious in the dark.

"I'll give out fifty gunmen, and I'll share half of the spoils."

"Is fifty gunmen a lot? Can I take all two hundred of them?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. My explosive slave has been released, and I will grab as much as I can."

The forces in the city had no sense of confidentiality at all. They openly discussed on the radio how to divide the spoils. This made Qin Weidong and the team doctor who were moving forward in the car both alert and funny. They were really lawless thugs.

"Good Qianjin, I don't want these bastards to get entangled." Qin Weidong ordered.

The progress of the armed pickup truck suddenly accelerated. With the guidance of the prisoners, they rushed to the palace square, where piles of bonfires had been lit. The leaders of this group of forces took away the elite troops, but hundreds of armed subordinates were left to guard the nest.

When four pickup trucks were parked outside the barricade of cars in the square, the thugs behind the barricade were already on high alert. People from other thugs also surrounded from all directions, looking at at least one or two thousand people.

These "weak demons" mumbled and rustled, holding guns, bent down, listening to the sound of pickup trucks' motives sneakily. Now that they heard the convoy stop, they were even more excited to think that the things had fallen and were waiting to be slaughtered.

Just as the thugs surrounding him were waiting for a flesh-and-blood meal, Qin Weidong, surrounded, simply gave an order, "Markshi, break the enemy's barricades and open the passage."

"No problem, I'm happy to do this." The stout mutant collar grinned, and it grabbed a heavy bazooka from its shoulders and aimed at the barricade hundreds of meters away and shot it out.

The powerful tail flame pushed the heavy rocket across the air through an arc ballistic trajectory, plunging head-on behind the barricade... The warhead first made a normal explosion, and waited for two or three seconds before exploding again, blasting out a ball of light, illuminating the fire balls in most cities.

The secondary explosion of the thermopress bomb created a high-temperature flame of thousands of degrees, covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters, and instantly wrapped a barricade in the palace square. Dozens of figures screamed in the flames, like the shadows dancing in the light, which shook for more than ten seconds and gradually faded.

The "weak demons" surrounding the nearby were as if they saw the door of hell open. What surprised them most was not this powerful rocket, but the sturdy guy carrying a heavy rocket launcher under the light of the explosion fire.

Mark Shi is more than two meters tall, with a hideous and terrifying appearance, and an extremely impactful ugly face. His image is like a terrible existence from hell.

When the mutant leader roared in the fire, the thugs hiding in the shadows felt dry mouth and tightened their chests, as if their bodies were played with by demons on applause.
Chapter completed!