On the runway of Luanda Airport in the dark night, more than a dozen armed pickup trucks rushed out with their headlights on. Mugabe in the middle of the runway was blinded by the bright light. He could only reach out to cover his eyes and shouted: "Hi..."
Don't be like this! I am the special envoy sent by Chairman Kassan, and I am back from the United States."
An armed pickup truck passed by Mugabe at high speed, and the strong wind caused people to stand unsteadily. Then one pickup truck after another drove past him deliberately like acrobatics, and the black soldiers in the vehicle shouted loudly
, kept shouting and kept teasing Mugabe.
Mugabe could only raise his arms in the middle of the pickup truck and shouted: "Hey... brothers, don't be like this, I am one of our own. Take me to see Chairman Kassan. My mission is completed. Someone is willing to help us."
"Help?" A pickup truck stopped, and a sturdy black man in military uniform jumped out. He grabbed Mugabe's collar fiercely, like a wolf and a tiger.
"The French also said they would aid us at first, but ended up sending our people to mine. The British also said they would aid us, and then forced us to farm for them.
The homes of the Germans, Spaniards, Italians, and those white people have all been destroyed, so they all rushed into Africa to snatch survival resources from us. Now is it the turn of the Americans to come?"
The tone of the black man in military uniform made Mugabe feel uncomfortable. He quickly asked: "Who are you? I want to see Chairman Kassan, who arranged for me to go to the United States."
"Kasan died four months ago." The black man in military uniform showed his white teeth and sneered disdainfully.
"Impossible, I just communicated with Chairman Kassan's subordinates. I..." Mugabe's heart suddenly felt cold.
"Hahaha..., idiot, I have been communicating with you. After the weather got warmer, Kasan, the guy who only knew how to compromise, was overthrown." The black man in military uniform shook Mugabe's neck vigorously, "Tell me, you
Where are the people you brought? Where are your supplies? Why are you the only one?"
"No, this is not true, you are lying to me." Mugabe looked around, and all the black soldiers looked at him with cold eyes. He struggled to break free from the hands of the black men in military uniforms, took a few steps back and shouted: "Calm down.
, the people I brought will keep everyone fed, so don’t mess up the matter."
"We don't believe those white people, they don't treat us as human beings at all." The black man in military uniform stretched out his hand and pulled out an earphone cord from Mugabe's ear. He immediately changed his color and cursed: "Damn it, who are you talking to?
Communications? Where are the people who sent you? Are they hiding nearby?"
Mugabe regretted it to death at this moment. Facing the black men in military uniforms approaching him, he stretched out his palms to try to stop him. If he couldn't stop him, he could only keep retreating and begging, "Listen to me, the help I got is different.
Our only way to survive is to rely on them, you have to believe me."
"We have had enough deception and don't want to listen to anyone's nonsense anymore." All explanations were of no avail. The black man in military uniform did not listen to Mugabe at all. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered several armed pickup trucks around him to go in the direction of Mugabe.
Go ahead and search.
About five hundred meters away, Qin Weidong, who heard the entire conversation through the radio, said: "Li Cha, can you kill the enemy's leader?"
"With vehicle cover, the probability of hitting is less than 30%." Richard, who was hiding in the dark, replied.
"Then destroy the pickup truck that the enemy rushes out of." Qin Weidong ordered.
"Understood." Richard was in a house near the airport. He held up binoculars and reported to the shooter: "The distance is 650 meters, there is no wind, the target enemy is in front of the armed pickup truck, the speed is 40 kilometers.
Every hour, three lateral corrections and one cold shot."
The shooter of the gun recounted the situation, locked the target, and gently pulled the trigger. With a soft bang, the large-caliber silencer minimized the gunfire of the M107A2, and the .50 bullet flew over a distance of about 600 meters.
Get into the fuel tank of a pickup truck.
The armor-piercing incendiary bomb not only destroyed the fuel tank, but also tore the entire chassis of the pickup truck. The pickup truck immediately rolled into the air. The fuel tank was completely exploded by the kinetic energy of the bullet, and the splashed gasoline was ignited, causing a deflagration effect.
A raging fire exploded on the runway, and the other pickup trucks following behind were immediately frightened and fled away. But just when they turned and tried to escape, powerful bullets fired continuously in the darkness destroyed them one by one.
The explosion of flames illuminated most of the airport runway, and the black men in military uniforms who had been so fierce just now looked around with wide eyes. Mugabe stopped retreating and gasped: "Hi..., brother,
You have angered my friend, it is not too late to stop now."
"Fuck-You!" The black man in military uniform had no intention of compromising. He grabbed Mugabe's neck, took out a pistol and pointed it at his head, shouting: "Let your people come out, or I will kill you."
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There was an extra gun on his head, and Mugabe also lied. He knew these lawless African brothers too well. This gang of people was cruel and violent. Facing these people, one careless move would cost his life. He could only
Someone shouted: "Calm down, please calm down, let us have a good talk."
"I don't trust white pigs, and I don't want to be their slave." The man in military uniform pushed Mugabe hard, reached out and shot him in the head, then turned around and jumped on a pickup truck to escape.
At this time, Richard said on the radio: "The enemy leader is 100% visible. Do I need to kill him?"
"Alas..." When Mugabe's body fell, Qin Weidong's long sigh came over the radio, "Let Zhang Hong deal with them, just do it."
"Understood." Zhang Hong, who was hiding in the darkness, had already aimed at the fleeing armed convoy. He said to the gun crew: "The distance is 800 meters. Target the enemy pickup truck convoy. Fire three rapid rounds of shrapnel."
Boom..., gunfire suddenly rang out outside the airport runway. A 105mm shell fired rapidly and exploded above the pickup truck of a black man in military uniform. Countless steel balls poured down like a torrential rain, covering an area of thousands of square meters.
The first shrapnel shot knocked the enemy convoy to its knees. Most of the lights on the car were extinguished in an instant. The black soldiers in the car had no protection. They were like pieces of meat on a chopping board under the rain of steel ball bullets. They were beaten into pieces in an instant.
mud.
The skin was torn open, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and two more shrapnel shells exploded in succession, completely covering the target. More than a dozen pickup trucks were riddled with holes, and the people on board suffered heavy casualties.
After three rounds of artillery shells, the airport runway fell into silence, but the sound of engines came from the direction of the terminal. Li Chahui, who was guarding a high place, reported: "Captain, there are remnants of the enemy escaping, about four vehicles."
"Kill them, but don't damage the car, we will need it." Qin Weidong said.
"Understood." Richard stopped the shooter who wanted to fire, and instead set up the M25 he was carrying, he whispered: "It's time for me to feel good."
Accompanied by the clear gunfire of the semi-automatic sniper rifle, Qin Weidong got back on Zhang Hong's jeep gun truck and arrived at the scene that had just been shelled.
The cold wind blew in the dark night, and dead bodies were everywhere on the scene. A few of the still alive ones were still lingering. Qin Weidong circled around the wreckage of the pickup truck and saw the beaten body of the enemy leader and Mugabe's body with a cracked head.
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"Boss, all the enemies around are dead, and our guide is also dead." Old Harris curled his lips and looked at Mugabe's body, "Although I don't like him very much, what will we do without him?"
Qin Weidong scratched his head, "This has been expected for a long time. We didn't expect this guy to be of any use. But now, we have to ask our Legion Commander first."
The situation on the scene was quickly transmitted back to Havana across the Atlantic via radio waves, and the reply was also quickly transmitted from Havana. Old Harris asked, 'Will the commander of the corps want us to retreat?"
"Stop dreaming." Qin Weidong shrugged and said with a helpless smile: "Our big boss is a little unhappy. He said he would come over in person."