After Qin Ming received a lesson, he had to return to the airship to rest, but the advance team continued to be busy. Old Harris was the leading soldier, and he and Sergeant Major Richard led the team to conduct reconnaissance into the city, while Zhang Hong continued to Qin Ming
Unfinished work.
"Team Qin, the fuel tanks of these pickup trucks are full. The people here must have sufficient fuel supplies. They should have a complete refinery. This is really good news."
"Some of the corpses are strong, some are thin, and the hierarchy is serious. It is estimated that the food supply here is seriously insufficient, which will affect our follow-up operations."
"There are good and bad weapons, and ammunition is not very sufficient. Nearly half of the firearms are poorly maintained and have no use value."
"Radio?" Zhang Hong finally found the car of the leader of the gang, found an individual radio and turned it on for monitoring. Various chirping sounds came from the earphones, "The radio is very good, and the battery is sufficient, but I
I can’t understand what’s being said on the radio.”
"Team doctor, we need you here." 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 is Portuguese. The doctor of the advance team also worked part-time as a translator, but after he came over and listened to a few words, he shrugged and said: "This is a communication from several forces in Luanda. Our artillery
The sound was so loud that they were frightened."
The sound of gunfire in the dark night spread very far. There were no high-rise buildings in the city of Luanda. The sound came from the airport and could be heard in almost the entire city. There were many survivors entrenched in the city in the dark night, all of whom were paying close attention and secretly guessing.
Angola's population will exceed 40 million in 2030, but after experiencing the baptism of catastrophe and nuclear winter, at most one million will be left. And all of these million will gather in cities to work together for survival.
The team doctor translated a few sentences, which were all related to panic and questions. Some people in the city wanted to come and see the situation, and some decided to stand still. Mr. Qin immediately turned to look at the captured prisoner. The guy was quickly eating a can of cans.
Seeing this group of well-equipped foreign armed forces in front of them, the captives devoured their food and said: "There are about 50,000 people in the city, belonging to more than 20 factions. Most of them are slaves. We rely on fishing and fishing.
Collect wild food for a living.”
"How did you survive the winter?" Qin Weidong asked.
"Winter?" Speaking of the cold nuclear winter, the prisoner's face showed a horrifying expression. For tropical residents, snowy days are simply hell, and nuclear winter is like living on the eighteenth level of hell.
"We went everywhere to grab food and kill people everywhere. The leader tried every means to rob a few farms and get tens of thousands of livestock. We also dug cassava in the fields. In short, we ate whatever we had. When our leaders were at their highest, we could not even count the number of people they ruled.
Qing, but then everyone slowly died."
Without sufficient knowledge and corresponding reserves, it is impossible for anyone to survive the long nuclear winter. It is conceivable that the life of the African indigenous people is ten thousand times more miserable than that of the Aurora Legion.
In such a difficult environment, it is too luxurious to expect the survivors to have much humanity. With no food left to eat, everyone can only focus on the present and cannot see the too distant future. Can they survive?
One day is one day, and I don't even care about the benefits of the next day.
"Tell me, where can I find Chinese people living in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked again.
This time the prisoner shook his head and was very confused. His identity and status were low, and he at most knew a little about the situation in Luanda.
"Perhaps you can ask among the slaves. Our leaders have purchased and captured many capable slaves from other places. They know more about the situation." In order to save their lives, the captives 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 must use slaves for work. The original African National League kept slaves. After the African National League was destroyed, we divided up its inheritance." There was only so much that the captives could say.
It was still just dark, so Qin Weidong decided to use the cover of darkness to enter the city to find out. After all, their night vision devices would help them take advantage.
"Zhang Hong, your people are responsible for driving."
"Max, your people are responsible for leading the way and acting as rearguards."
"Harris, Richard, you are responsible for hiding in the dark and dealing with danger."
Four pickup trucks were launched, and together with the recoilless gun truck, they set off from the airport to the Palace Square in the city, which was the lair of the gangsters who had just been killed and where their slaves were kept.
And when the sound of vehicles slowly came along the road, all the various forces in Luanda were like lemures in hell, peeking out their dark and ugly faces from behind the buildings.
A few thugs still escaped during the battle at the airport, and they spread the news of the invasion of outsiders throughout the city. The surviving thugs did not think too much about the fact that their own kind had just been wiped out, nor did they think too much about the strength of the enemy. They only knew that this was
There must be some supplies that outsiders can plunder.
No matter what it is, no matter how much it costs, it is good to grab it.
The advance team drove the pickup truck slowly deep into the city, and soon saw hidden figures flashing on both sides of the road. Although they did not have driving lights, the sound of the engine was too obvious in the dark night.
"I will send fifty gunmen, and I will share half of the spoils."
"Does fifty gunmen count as a lot? If I offer two hundred, can I take them all?"
"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. My explosive slaves have already set off, and I will grab as many as I can."
The forces in the city had no sense of confidentiality at all, and they openly discussed on the radio how to divide the spoils. This made Qin Weidong and the team doctor who were riding in the car both vigilant and amused - they were really facing lawless thugs.
"Speed up, I don't want to get entangled with these bastards." Qin Weidong ordered.
The speed of the armed pickup truck suddenly accelerated, and under the guidance of the prisoners, it rushed to the palace square, where piles of bonfires had been lit. The leader of this group took away the elite, but hundreds of armed men were left to guard the lair.
When four pickup trucks parked outside the car barricade in the square, the thugs behind the barricade were already waiting. People from other thug groups also came from all directions to surround them. It looked like there were at least one to two thousand people in total.
These 'lemure demons' were muttering, rustling, holding guns, bending over, and followed furtively while listening to the sound of the pickup truck's engine. Now that they heard the convoy stopped, they were even more excited, thinking that their prey had already arrived.
Once caught, they are waiting to be slaughtered.
Just as the surrounding thugs were waiting for a feast of flesh and blood, the surrounded Qin Weidong simply gave an order, "Max, break down the enemy's barricades and open the passage."
"No problem, I'm happy to do it." The stout mutant leader grinned. He grabbed a heavy rocket launcher from his shoulder, aimed at the barricade hundreds of meters away, and fired it.
The powerful tail flame pushed the heavy rocket through an arc in the air and plunged behind the barricade... The warhead first made an ordinary explosion, and waited for two or three seconds before detonating again, blasting out a ball of brilliance.
A ball of fire lighting up most of the city.
The thermobaric bomb of the secondary explosion created a high-temperature flame of thousands of degrees, covering an area of thousands of square meters, and instantly enveloped a barricade in the Palace Square. Dozens of figures were screaming in the flames,
Like shadows dancing in the light, it gradually extinguishes after shaking for more than ten seconds.
The surrounding 'lemure demons' seemed to have seen the door to hell open. What surprised them most was not the powerful rocket, but the thick man carrying the heavy rocket launcher on his shoulders under the light of the explosion.
Max is more than two meters tall, has a ferocious and terrifying appearance, and an impactful ugly face. His image is like a terrifying existence from hell.
When the mutant leader raised his head in the firelight and let out an excited roar, the thugs hiding in the shadows all felt their mouths dry and their chests tightening, as if their bodies were being toyed with by demons.