On the night of the recapture of San Juan, a cargo ship arrived at the Chinese-controlled port of San Juan, and many mysterious boxes were unloaded from the ship, with the English logo of the artificial rain enhancement system printed on them.
The boxes were lifted onto trucks, and the convoy was escorted by armed soldiers and sent into downtown San Juan overnight. There was a heavy rain that night, and the streets were washed very clean. The green tarpaulin of the trucks was soaked by the rain.
On the streets in the dark night, soldiers wearing rubber raincoats stood quietly, guarding the country's security.
The convoy stopped in a large yard, and the soldiers carried the boxes into an empty house. The house was very large, with only a few lonely workbenches. Liu Ziguang, dressed in military uniform, had been waiting here for a long time.
"Gong Wen, welcome to Africa. It's been a hard journey." Liu Ziguang shook hands cordially with the middle-aged man who got off the car.
It was Lao Wen, the on-site commissioning engineer of Chenguang Factory, who came here. He never dreamed that Liu Ziguang was still alive and the customer of these cruise missiles. He was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. When he saw Ye Zhiqiu beside him, he seemed to understand.
After hearing something, he smiled and said: "Xiaoye, you guys teamed up to lie to me."
After a brief greeting, Liu Ziguang said, "The target is hiding in a secret camp in the Congo. We have the specific coordinates, but the army cannot cross the border to strike, and fighter jets cannot dispatch, so we can only count on the missiles manufactured by our Chenguang Factory."
They will be beheaded inside and outside."
Lao Wen said: "I have assembled the missiles on the ship. Now I only need to input data to fight. Since there are no civilians in the target area, in order to ensure the results and make up for the error, multiple missiles can be launched at once to cover the target area with firepower.
The troops are valuable and quick, let’s start now.”
The missiles were taken out of the box one by one, the guidance system was connected to the computer, and the combat data was input. They were busy until dawn. At this time, the rain that had fallen all night had stopped, and the air was very fresh. Everyone moved the missiles to
On the rooftop, loaded into the launcher, a total of twenty cruise missiles left the launch rail one after another, spraying flames, and disappeared into the night sky one after another.
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There are constant armed conflicts in Congo, the neighboring country of Western Sadamoa. The I.S.R has a secret camp here, where the remnants of General Gordon and General Kuba who have withdrawn from Western countries rest and recuperate.
Gordon reported the war situation to his employer. Mr. Thorpe did not blame the general, but promised to provide an additional two million dollars to help Gordon hire new soldiers and purchase weapons. In short, the war must be continued at all costs.
To be honest, Gordon didn't like Bowser, a stupid and cruel guy. He actually killed the envoy sent by the king and cut off his head and sent it back. This behavior may have shown determination and force in the Middle Ages, but in the era of information explosion
The only function of this era is to tell the world that I am an executioner and a butcher.
Of course, Gordon didn't say anything. He was just a mercenary who would work for anyone who paid him. Dozens of mercenaries borrowed from the I.S.R headquarters had already arrived at the camp. Gordon decided to lead his troops back to Sissa tomorrow.
Damoa.
There is a reason why the camp was chosen in Congo. Western Saddamoa is a small country with no strategic depth at all. Congo is also in the midst of war, and the government army has no time to take care of these trivial matters.
These niggas just like fighting, let them all go to hell, General Gordon spat, he lost a dozen elite soldiers today, and he was really depressed.
Even more depressed than him is General Kuba. This former dictator is no longer the high-spirited government army captain he once was. During his exile in the United States, he ate haise every day, and high-calorie junk food developed him.
A fat man weighing 150 kilograms has difficulty walking, let alone marching and fighting.
The remnants of Kuba's men were all wiped out in today's battle, and there were only a dozen hardcore followers left. From their eyes, Kuba could see the uneasiness and hesitation. In the past, he would have shot these people right away.
, but it’s different now, he must rely on them, otherwise there will be no one to take care of him.
In the middle of the night, one of Kuba's followers climbed out of the tent, took out a portable GPS to check the coordinates, made a call on the satellite phone, and then quietly walked towards the camp wall. When he tried to climb out, he was caught by General Gordon's men.
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The entourage was sent to General Gordon. After a few questions, the truth was revealed. The general ordered him to be tortured. After some torture, the guy finally told the truth. It turned out that he had been bribed by the Martin government and was lurking next to General Kuba.
He betrayed information at a critical moment. He had just reported the exact coordinates of the camp to Martin.
General Gordon sneered, God help me, if the enemy wants to invade the camp, then let them go without return. He made arrangements overnight, using mines and snipers, and the camp was as fortified as an iron barrel.
In the early morning, an observation post lying on a big tree reported to General Gordon via a walkie-talkie that several unidentified aircraft were flying from the west, which seemed to be unmanned reconnaissance aircraft or cruise missiles.
General Gordon, who was patrolling outside the camp, was shocked. Whether it was drones or cruise missiles, a small country like Western Saddamoa could not afford it. Could it be that a certain big country had already begun to interfere?
In that case, I.S.R should stop playing because there is no way it can fight.
He hurriedly ordered the entire army to evacuate, but it was too late. Twenty cruise missiles dropped into the camp like dumplings. Each missile carried a thirty kilogram warhead, and twenty cruise missiles had a yield of 600 kilograms. The camp
It suddenly turned into a sea of fire.
A few minutes later, General Gordon shook off the dust and tent fragments on his body and climbed up from the ground. The camp had been blown into a scorched earth. General Kuba's body was gone, and the large quantities of weapons and ammunition that had just been transported from the I.S.R headquarters also exploded.
, all the soldiers died before they saw the enemy.
Now he has become a polished commander again.
The angry General Gordon broke the news to European and American reporters that Western Saddamoa used cruise missiles to murder Kuba and more than 50 of his subordinates with the help of China. This was not a normal act of war, but a kind of
crime.
The Western Saddamoa side denied that this operation was related to China, but at the same time, it openly announced that the Spanish army carried out a military operation code-named "Kick Butt" in the early morning, using cruise missiles to attack the Kurdish territory in Congo.
At the Pakistani military camp, General Kuba and his mercenaries were killed. The weapons and equipment used in this operation came from cheap versions of cruise missiles developed by the Western Army themselves and commissioned to be produced by a Chinese civilian machinery factory.
, In addition, the entire operation has obtained the understanding and support of Congolese officials.
General Kuba was killed by a missile, and there was one less factor threatening Western Saddamoa. With the arrival of the United Nations peacekeeping police, Prime Minister Peres, who had originally evacuated to the border area, had to lay down his arms and declare a ceasefire, but he still
Asking to recognize the results of the election and succeed him as prime minister, the king replied that the election must be held again under the supervision of the United Nations, and that an investigation team must be established beforehand to thoroughly investigate the incident in which Jose was killed.
One day later, Perez announced that he would accept re-election. He returned to San Juan, and the civil war ended.
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The United Nations peacekeeping police force finally entered Western Saddamoa. This force is composed of police from China, Pakistan, and Tanzania. Its mission is to maintain order in San Juan, collect civilian weapons, and help the Spanish government train new police forces.
The peacekeeping police headquarters is located in a white building in downtown San Juan, which was originally the Western Sadamoa Ministry of Commerce building. The police began patrolling without rest.
Since the armored vehicles had not yet arrived, the peacekeeping police could only patrol on foot. Hu Rong was incorporated into the second patrol echelon and marched westward along San Juan Street to the seaside.
The weather in Africa is extremely hot. The peacekeeping police officers wear body armor and blue helmets with the letters UN written on them in white paint. They walk along both sides of the street with light weapons. In addition to individual weapons, they also carry walkie-talkies and handcuffs.
, first aid kit, water bag and other items. If I hadn’t done physical training before coming here, it would be too much to bear at the end of the day.
Most of the buildings in San Juan are in two colors, earthy yellow and white. The houses are low, with two or three floors at most. The San Juan Hotel on the seaside is only twenty stories high, even if it is a small role in the panoramic view of the mountains, the streets
The dust is flying, wild dogs are scurrying everywhere, the white sun is shining brightly, and people can't open their eyes. There are all kinds of strange cars coming and going, including classic cars from the 1970s and 1980s, as well as the latest luxury cars. Black people are wearing colorful clothes.
Cheap textiles made in China looked at these people wearing blue helmets with curiosity.
The streets are still covered with traces of war, the walls are full of bullet holes, bullet casings are piled in every corner of the street, there are even car wrecks lying in the middle of the road that no one has cleaned up, and sandbags and barbed wire fences can be seen everywhere.
A wheeled armored vehicle slowly drove past. Seated in the vehicle were soldiers from the Western Saddamoa Royal Army. They wore single green military uniforms and canvas boots, wore Chinese-made 80 helmets, and held weapons made by North Korea.
automatic rifle, and waved in good faith when seeing the UN police.
"Pay attention to diplomatic etiquette." The captain said softly, and the team members waved in return. The armored vehicle emitted black smoke and drove away. However, Hu Rong muttered in her heart, why did this armored vehicle look so familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Continuing to patrol forward, there is a magnificent group of sculptures in the city center. It is said to be built to commemorate the heroes who emerged during the San Juan Massacre. It is written by European and American famous artists. It looks very impressive from a distance. When you take a closer look,
Even more awe-inspiring.
The team members lined up to salute the statue and presented wreaths of birds of paradise. Suddenly Hu Rong pointed at the statue and said seriously: "I know that person."