A group of armed thugs gathered at the door of the hotel. The leader was a burly black man carrying an old AK47 on his back. He shouted that he wanted to take over the hotel and set up his own headquarters here...
While Paul patiently advised, he asked the waiter to bring boxes of cold beer to entertain them. The militiamen drank beer at the door and continued to make a fuss, and would not stop until they achieved their goal.
The San Juan Hotel is a large-scale four-star luxury hotel with countless fine wines, delicacies, luxurious spring mattresses and large bathtubs, closed-circuit television and air-conditioning, beautiful waitresses, and more
The gold, silver and jewelry in the safe are all the militiamen covet.
Therefore, Paul's pleading had no effect. Instead, it aroused the anger of the militiamen. The big black man knocked Paul to the ground with one fist. He took off his AK47 and pulled the gun back and forth to threaten him. The rest of the people swarmed in.
The few waiters with baseball bats in the hotel didn't dare to stop them, and watched helplessly as the thugs rushed in.
The Kaye refugees in the hall were so frightened that their faces turned pale. Some children screamed. The nightmare-like tragedy was about to happen again. The adults closed their eyes in pain. This was already the last safe island and they had no way to retreat.
Suddenly, there was a gunshot, and a red cloud bloomed on the forehead of the big black man. He fell to the ground without saying a word. Blood slowly seeped into the ground. All the thugs were shocked and looked around for the murderer. Gunshots rang out again, and one person fell.
Then it turned into a short burst of fire, the bullets biting the flesh, and the militiamen dispersed in a hurry, and they were all gone in less than ten seconds.
The gun was fired by Liu Ziguang. He had two captured FNFAL automatic rifles with 40 rounds of ammunition. These guns have a long range and are powerful and are suitable for use as sniper rifles. He shot from a high position on the rooftop, militiamen with no military qualities.
Let alone fight back, you can't even see him.
A crisis has been resolved, but a bigger crisis is still to come. The militiamen may come back at any time. At this time, thousands of refugees, men, women, old and young, have gathered in the hotel, including both Kaye and Wendu people. This is a...
There was a catastrophe that did not distinguish between ethnic groups. General Kuba wanted to take this opportunity to cleanse the cultural class in the entire Western Saddamoa, so as to facilitate his control.
Sitting still and waiting for death was not an option. Liu Ziguang found Paul and asked him to act as his translator, shouting to the refugees that there was no hope of waiting for others to rescue them. The only way now was to arm themselves and protect themselves.
Most of the refugees are intellectuals in San Juan City, and most of them are powerless. However, when the lives of their wives, children, and children are threatened, these weak people have no choice but to step forward. It is much easier if someone organizes them. Liu Ziguang organized them
They were divided into three teams according to their age groups. One team of young and middle-aged people served as the backbone, the old and the weak served as the reserve team, and the women, children and wounded formed a wartime mutual aid group, breaking the shackles of family boundaries and forming an army of refugees.
In such a chaotic situation, someone came out to lead, and everyone suddenly had a backbone. Liu Ziguang gave orders in an orderly manner, and Paul helped him translate them into various languages. The refugees were extremely cooperative and did what he said. All food and drinking water in the hotel were also sealed.
Implement a wartime rationing system.
Among the 1,500 refugees, it was possible to pick out hundreds of young men, but weapons were hard to find. However, Liu Ziguang had already set his sights on the hotel's garden fence wall, removed the iron fence, and cut it open with a chainsaw.
That was ready-made spears, all the knives in the kitchen were taken out and distributed, as well as various fireworks bombs prepared by the hotel to celebrate its 30th anniversary, shotguns from the security department, and baseball bats.
There is no suspense in arming an army with a mixture of hot and cold weapons using golf clubs and the like.
After the troops were formed, they were divided into several teams to guard various locations in the hotel. In case of emergency, they could be contacted through the walkie-talkie. There was an elite group of fifty spearmen on standby in the hotel lobby at any time. In addition, some white people who knew how to use guns were organized to hold
Shotguns were on duty upstairs, acting as fire support.
Liu Ziguang planned the strategy with smoothness and ease, just like a general commanding thousands of troops. Even Mr. Wood admired him and said that his style was comparable to that of Colonel Faulkner, a Western mercenary who was famous in Africa in the 1960s.
Captain Gu also looked at the commanding Liu Ziguang and murmured to himself: "If he is not a soldier, then I am not a doctor."
Liu Ziguang's arrangement has initially paid off. At least the refugees are no longer panic-stricken. Night has come again and the whole city is dark. The power supply and running water have long been stopped. A large number of refugees have poured into the hotel. Drinking water and food are almost exhausted. Now it has
Started drinking water from the swimming pool.
The generator is still working, but it only provides lighting in a few key areas, such as the entrance, temporary operating room, etc. Dr. Victoria's leg wound has been sutured, and Fang Fei is taking care of her. She should be fine. She is in a coma.
Zhong also murmured to himself that he wanted to hand over the photos of the massacre to the Associated Press.
Liu Ziguang was patrolling the hotel yard with a rifle on his back. Although the hotel has surveillance cameras, they are only useful in peacetime. With the chaos outside now, the best way is not to sit in the surveillance room and stare at the screen, but to patrol with a gun.
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Bursts of gunshots were heard from time to time on the streets of San Juan late at night. After a day and night of looting, the thugs' bestiality was greatly unleashed, but the situation became worse and worse, because as time went by, General Kuba would
If these scattered and spontaneous militia organizations are integrated, it will be difficult for the refugees in the hotel to save their lives.
Liu Ziguang had his own plan. In the dead of night, he quietly left the hotel with a few people and walked along the wall on the streets of San Juan. These people were the director of the San Juan telephone station, the hotel’s electrician, and the French
Biologist Anna, and a young black man who volunteered.
They went to the computer room of the telecommunications bureau to see if it was possible to repair the line. The streets late at night were not peaceful. From time to time, pickup trucks full of militiamen drove by crazily. Bonfires were lit in the middle of the street. Countless figures danced crazily, mixed with women's cries.
Screams and the roar of the mob.
There were no dangers along the way. After arriving at the telephone office, the director checked the switches in the computer room and found that a large number of equipment had been destroyed and the lines were disconnected. However, it was not impossible to repair it, so a group of people quickly started working. Liu Ziguang continued
Guns were on alert, and electricians were busy wiring inside. There was no lighting, so they lit candles to work. After an hour of hard work, the lines were finally connected.
It was Anna's turn to go into battle. She dialed the Luanda telephone exchange. When the call was connected, she could clearly hear the surprise in the other party's voice. The operator helped Anna get through to the French Embassy, and the other party only rang once.
Just took it.
Anna spoke hurriedly in French for a long time, and finally hung up the phone and said: "The international community has been paying attention here. The French government has officially launched an emergency plan. A company of paratroopers from the Foreign Legion is rushing to San Juan and will probably arrive at the airport tomorrow.
, sir, we are saved!"
There was a low cheer and everyone high-fived each other to celebrate. Just as they were about to leave, the director said, "Wait a minute," and connected the line to the hotel's switchboard, so that you can dial the embassy directly from the hotel.
When he returned to the hotel and told the good news, his morale was high and he was very happy. After Paul asked Liu Ziguang for permission, he opened the wine cabinet and took out champagne to celebrate.
The difficult night finally passed, a red sun rose over the sea, and a new day began. Although the air was still filled with the smell of burning tires and the sound of gunshots echoed in the distance, everyone's hearts were no longer lifeless and everyone was happy.
Cheer up, pack your luggage, help the old and the young, put the old, weak, sick and disabled into the car, and the young and middle-aged people armed with weapons will guard you. The convoy is about to set off, but Paul chooses to stay.
"Aren't you coming with us?" Liu Ziguang asked him.
"I can't leave. The San Juan Hotel has everything for me. I belong here." Paul replied calmly.
"Those thugs will kill you."
"I am from the Wendu tribe, so I will not be in danger." Paul smiled faintly and spoke of his ethnic group for the first time.
Liu Ziguang patted his shoulder heavily and said only one word: "Take care!"
The convoy drove majestically through the messy streets of San Juan. Facing this large force of dozens of cars and more than a thousand people, ordinary militia organizations did not dare to come to provoke. The slightly larger militiamen tried to
They attacked, but were repulsed by precise shooting and bombardment of fireworks.
After several minor conflicts, there were casualties among the team, but everyone still gritted their teeth and moved forward towards the airport. Burnt cars turned into iron frames lay across the road, and charred corpses were hung under the eaves. What they saw was shocking. If
If it wasn't for the San Juan Hotel that sheltered them, these refugees would have been tortured and hanged from the eaves just like them.
Pushing away the car wreckage and moving away the tree trunks blocking the road, the convoy trudged hard through the reinforced concrete jungle. Suddenly, a group of soldiers appeared in front. The large-caliber machine gun mounted on the pickup truck fired a shot into the sky. The soldiers also raised their weapons.
He picked up the rifle in his hand.
The militiamen gathered from all directions, shouting fanatically, waving machetes and sticks, and beating war drums. The militiamen did not work for nothing. With so many Kayes hiding in the San Juan Hotel, they naturally knew that they would wait.
This is the opportunity to lure the snakes out of their holes and catch them all in one fell swoop.
There were interceptions in front and pursuers in the rear. The situation was extremely urgent. Liu Ziguang's palms holding the guns were sweating. He was facing regular troops and thousands of bloodthirsty militiamen, but he only had a few guns. Those with spears
The young Kaye people are untrained and will definitely collapse in a fight. When the time comes, I can only try my best to save the medical team and withdraw.
There was another series of gunshots, and government soldiers fired into the air to stop the commotion. Then the legendary General Kuba appeared. He was wearing camouflage uniforms, a cane under his arm, and big sunglasses stuck on his face. He was bigger than the one on TV.
The image is much colder.
Kuba's appearance made the militiamen fanatic again. Thousands of people clapped their hands rhythmically and shouted slogans. They were intoxicated. Kuba promised not to hold them accountable for murders and arson, and declared that the looted property in the past few days was legalized.
, has gained the fanatical support of the mob, and now as long as Kuba says a word, these people will go through fire and water without hesitation.
The general got out of the car, just glanced this way, waved, and got back into the car. Liu Ziguang knew that the battle was about to start. He looked back at Fang Fei, who was also staring at him.
He looked at each other, and Liu Ziguang's calm and determined gaze made Fang Fei feel reassured, and she made a victory gesture towards him.
But the refugees began to cry. Surrounded by everyone, the possibility of escaping was very slim. They were about to die tragically under the swords and axes of the Wendu tribe. At this time, they were all saying goodbye before they died.
The white people were even more panic-stricken. They had promised to escape from San Juan today, but they were intercepted halfway. Now it was over. There were no eggs in the nest. When the militiamen launched a charge, who was there?
It doesn't matter their skin color or nationality.
The white people are silently praying to God, but the comrades in the medical team are terrifyingly calm. If they can be selected from thousands of people to provide foreign aid, they are naturally the top people in each unit, both in terms of professional level and psychological quality. The comrades have already
After writing the suicide note, it was handed over to Captain Gu. Wang Guozhong also took out a banknote and put it into the envelope. He smiled bitterly and said: "Old Gu, I forgot to pay this month's party dues..."
Captain Gu tied up these letters, put them in waterproof plastic bags, and handed them to Liu Ziguang: "Xiao Liu, if there is a fight later, please leave us alone and take Fang Fei away first. If you have a chance, give this to the organization."
Liu Ziguang took the plastic bag and nodded solemnly. Captain Gu smiled, took out an exquisite wooden comb from his pocket and said, "My daughter will have her sixteenth birthday next month. I am ready to be a mother."
The gift is ready but I can’t hand it to her in person. Please give it to her for me, and then say sorry to her for me.”
At this point, several girls had burst into tears. Liu Ziguang held the comb tightly, feeling so heavy that he could not say a word.
The battle was about to break out, and the militiamen could no longer hold back their desire to kill. The noise was shaking the sky and the earth. The unique rolling roar in the Wendu dialect was extremely unsettling. Liu Ziguang turned on the safety of his rifle. As long as the opponent
Once he starts attacking, he will hit Bowser's car with a long point shot, trying to kill the president, create chaos, and then fight his way out.
Just as the militiamen were about to move, five French Panhard VBL armored reconnaissance vehicles roared over, with the French tricolor flag flying on the whip antenna. Foreign legionnaires wearing berets exposed half of their bodies and stared at them with machine guns.
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President Kuba, as a former captain of the government army, is well aware of the power of the French Foreign Legion. Without the intervention of French troops, two companies of the 13th Regiment stationed in Djibouti can wipe out Western Saddamoa.
, under the threat of the old and powerful European powers, he quickly made a wise choice and withdrew his troops after a simple handover.
The cheers were loud for a moment, everyone shouted Long Live France and rushed to kiss the soldiers of the Foreign Legion.