Human beings are always afraid of the unknown, and for people with little culture, legends of darkness and ghosts are always the source of fear.
There were two mutants in the advance team. When Max appeared in the firelight carrying an M134 rotating machine gun and a heavy rocket launcher, he immediately became a nightmare for many people.
For thugs who are not afraid of heaven or earth, seeing the demonic mutants will frighten them out of their wits, and they will turn around and run away. Especially since this demon is actually equipped with modern weapons, it looks even more terrifying and irresistible.
People's hearts are cold.
The advance team was small, so when selecting the team members, I thought that they must have some very intimidating signature images. Bringing aircraft and cannons is not new these days, but bringing two mutants is more intimidating.
When Max blasted open the barricades in Palace Square and burned dozens of enemies alive, his image was fixed on brutality and invincibility. Anyone who dared to confront him had to weigh his level and courage, and naturally no one dared to follow him.
Feel free to come back and provoke Qin Weidong and others.
After the convoy entered the barricade, the square in the night vision goggles was filled with thugs running around like headless flies. These guys could only fight with the wind, but when they encountered thermobaric bombs and mutants, they were naturally frightened to death.
Just run away.
The prisoners were pushed out and led to the church in the square. Max opened the door of the church, and the M134 in his hand swept across the shuttle. With the clanking sound of bullet casings falling, more than a hundred rounds of bullets killed the last few who were resisting inside.
The thugs were beaten into a sieve.
The interior of the church was extremely dilapidated. The large domed hall was littered with all kinds of garbage, and there were many toilets in the corners. In the middle were a few long tables from nowhere, which seemed to serve as dining tables, podiums, and even double beds.
"The church is quite strong. We can set up an outpost here."
"The square outside is very large, suitable for stacking supplies."
"There are quite a lot of buildings around. If they are renovated, they can be used as strongholds to house a large number of people and station troops."
Qin Weidong waved his hand, and everyone immediately dispersed to search and alert. Zhang Hong found two diesel generators and a pile of messily connected wires and lamps. Harris found more than a dozen vehicles, including several equipped with
An armored vehicle with artillery, but no shells.
Richard climbed up to the attic of the church with the shooter, overlooking the entire city and monitoring the surrounding movements. According to his preliminary judgment, the buildings in Luanda were generally intact, there were many modern buildings along the coast, and the port facilities were not damaged.
, but there are a lot of traffic jams.
During the search, the advance team also found a warehouse filled with food, which was filled with cassava, which seemed to be a staple food collected by the mob. There were also prisons for slaves.
"These slaves are just the bottom of this deformed society. They are not restricted from freedom. What restricts them is the living environment here." Old Harris opened a house near the square. More than fifty people were squeezed into the narrow space, and the air inside was turbid.
, emitting a foul odor.
There was not much light in the dark night, and the intrusion of the advance team left the slaves in the house at a loss. The skinny slaves looked in the direction of the door with numb eyes, but they didn't know what was happening?
But Old Harris could see clearly in the night vision goggles, and he shouted in a low voice: "White people, stand up."
Most of the slaves were black, but one or two were white. Qin Weidong continued to shout in Chinese: "Are there any Chinese here?"
There was no response this time.
"Are there anyone with higher education? I mean those who have gone to college. People with special skills can also come forward, such as cooks, construction workers, drivers, and electricians." Qin Weidong continued to ask. This time, five or six more came forward.
black people.
There are more than twenty slave rooms in the same room, and after being summoned, about a hundred people come out one after another. These guys often wear dirty thick clothes and have more than ten kilograms of mud on their bodies. But the Chinese are still the same
nothing.
"We have to let them take a warm bath and have a good meal to refresh themselves." Qin Weidong talked to these more useful slaves one by one, asked about their origins, and selected ten with better communication skills to serve as team leaders to lead the others.
people.
"Okay, who can tell me where the water source is?"
"Burn some hot water. I hope you will clean yourself up. This will boost your morale."
"The cook is going to make dinner. Yes, it's to cook those cassava. We can give you some protein powder to increase nutrition."
The advance team began to organize manpower in an orderly manner to let these numb slaves work. The slaves had long developed a sense of obeying orders and did not care who their masters were. But after these shaky basic laborers dispersed
, but one of them stepped forward.
"Are you here to save us?" The questioner was a middle-aged white man with sparse and rough hair and scars on his face. He is really lucky to be alive today. He used the firelight in the square to constantly observe and wear night vision goggles.
The advance team took a long time to gather the courage before they dared to ask.
"We only save people who are useful to us," the elder Harris said.
"I should be useful. I am a Belgian and a construction engineer. For the sake of God, please take me away from here." The middle-aged white man showed a sad look.
"Do you know the distribution of various forces in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked.
The middle-aged white man opened his mouth and thought for a moment before saying: "I only know that there are groups of forces in Soyo and Kadabin in the north. They control the oil supply in the entire central and western Africa, because there is a large oil refinery and various
There are few offshore oil fields. But I don’t know who they are?
Luanda has some industrial production capacity and there are many farms around the city. We make a living by harvesting the food left on the farms. Mainly corn, cassava and the like. But now there is less and less food, and more and more people are dying of starvation.
"
The white man talked a lot. He was kept by the mob because of his certain professional skills, but the long-term slave life had tortured him enough and his body was quite weak.
"I think we still need construction engineers." Qin Weidong called the team doctor over the radio, "Give this gentleman a simple treatment, and we will use his professional knowledge and abilities."
An hour later, Zhang Hong cleaned up the messy wires in the church and made the diesel generator work normally. Several high-wattage light bulbs illuminated the entire square. The bright light made people feel relaxed and felt safer.
.
At present, the temperature is still acceptable. The selected slave laborers take an open-air shower directly in the square. They take off their thick and crusty dirty clothes and wash their skinny bodies with hot water. Many of them cry while taking a shower. They are already very old.
Time doesn’t have this kind of treatment.
The team doctor gave the slave workers a brief physical examination, mainly for skin diseases, and the medicine they brought was quickly consumed. But the slaves were already so grateful that they wished they could worship the team doctor like a holy mother.
After eating cassava porridge, the mental state of all the slaves improved greatly, and most of them smiled. One slave pointed out the hidden cellar in the church to the advance team, "This is what the African Union plundered from many countries. They
They wanted to use it as reserves for banks. But they failed."
The cellar was opened, and there were piles of gold nuggets inside. They were dusty and dull, inconspicuous at first sight, but felt heavy in their hands. The slave who donated the gold continued: "The total number of gold nuggets in this batch is more than fifty tons. This is just
A small part. Others are still scattered in the hands of other forces in Luanda."
More than fifty tons of gold account for almost one-third of the current precious metal reserves of the 'Aurora Legion'. This harvest alone is enough to make the eyes of the current currency-deficient Legion red.
Qin Weidong grinned: "Even if we only get this batch of gold, our trip will not be in vain."