It took the convoy twenty minutes to reach the small town. They did not notice that about three kilometers away from them to the west, in the darkness, a car had just stopped and grabbed a tongue and was interrogating it.
"Surround the town, arrest everyone inside, and prevent them from entering or exiting. Let's go and see what this devil and traitor looks like. I want to kill her with my own hands!"
After Taylor got out of the car, he first lit a cigarette and then gave the order. His men immediately blocked the roads in and out of the village. More people rushed into the town and kicked in the doors of every house.
Go in and start checking everyone in the town.
"Ah! Help!"
"Please, this is my last food!"
"I am Owambo, I am Owambo, don't kill me!"
"Please let the child go!"
Everyone knows what will happen when a group of soldiers without any quality or discipline rush into a small town.
Although Taylor ordered them to search and gather everyone, the first thing the soldiers did was to rob.
After a black soldier kicked open a house, the first thing he did was not to arrest anyone, but to open up everything and look for anything valuable hidden inside, which could be a pair of clothes that were not worn out yet.
Shoes, a watch that no longer works, or a pendant whose purpose is unknown.
Anyway, as long as they target anything, everything belongs to them, and there cannot be any resistance. Otherwise, the rebels will be greeted by the butt of a gun, and a gun butt will hit their head. If they are lucky, their face will be covered with blood. If it is more serious, their face will be covered with blood.
, he may fall into a coma, or of course he may be beaten to death directly.
Wails, shouts, screams, and heart-rending screams mixed with a few sporadic gunshots made the night of this small town an indelible mark forever. Years later, the town's
Everyone will remember this horrific night.
The chaos lasted for more than half an hour. Basically, there was not much money to be found in this town. Most of the young, strong and capable people had already left and started their own escape.
Those left behind are the old, weak, sick and disabled. They can't leave even if they want to, because they know that they will die on the migration road, just like the animals on the Namibian plains, they will be eliminated. Even their corpses will be
Used as food by hungry people.
People from a small town were gathered together. There were less than 300 people in total. They were all old, weak, sick and disabled. There were also some children who were all skin and bones. Some people didn't even have the strength to walk and were completely unable to resist the anti-government forces.
Loot.
Wearing a bright red coat, Taylor stood in front of the group of people who were forced to kneel on the ground. He glanced at them one by one and finally said slowly: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Taylor. I am an Ovambo native."
, you damn Himba tribesmen, if it were before today, I would have killed you without hesitation, but you are very lucky, I am in a good mood today, because I am about to find my long-standing enemy!"
After finishing speaking, he showed his white teeth, and then took out some chocolates and dollars from his pocket: "Now as long as you tell me where Maya is, these things will be yours. I know there are many of you.
, there is no food anymore, this money is enough for you to survive, oh, by the way, the person named Maya, you call her Princess Kasha!"
After finishing speaking, he walked gently into the crowd and saw a child. He slowly squatted down and raised the chocolate in his hand: "Kid, do you want to eat this chocolate?"
The black child didn't have any answer. He still lowered his head and knelt on the ground, motionless. Taylor's face showed a trace of anger, but he still remained rational: "Boy, as long as you tell me, Princess Kasha is here
There, these chocolates are yours!"
But the child still didn't respond. The assistant next to him immediately stepped forward and grabbed the child's hair: "Child, the general is asking you a question!"
When he lifted the child's head, he found that the child was dead. He had just breathed his last breath. A child of about one meter did not even weigh thirty kilograms when he died.
There is nothing but bones.
"Damn, a dead man!" Taylor patted his cloak, feeling a little unlucky, and walked to the next person, an old black man, who also squatted down: "Tell me, where is the person named Kasha?
It’s all yours!”
The old man ignored Taylor and glared at him fiercely. Taylor narrowed his eyes and pointed his pistol at the old man: "Since you don't cooperate, then I have no choice. I will find the person named Maya today."
People, or princesses called Kasha, if you don’t tell me, I will kill you! Everyone!”
The last person almost shouted with a ferocious expression, and all the black people were frightened and backed away a little distance.
After Taylor saw that they were scared, he licked his lips excitedly: "I will count to three. If you don't point it out, I will kill this old man. Now I'm starting to count!"
"three!"
"two!"
"one!"
"boom!"
With one shot, Taylor shot the old black man to death. All the black people just trembled and did not speak, as if they could not speak and wanted to keep this secret until death.
At this time, the assistant gently touched General Taylor: "General, General, it's useless for you to do this, you..."
Taylor immediately pointed the gun at his men: "You said my method is useless, then tell me what I should do, will you come? If you can't find the person I want, I will kill you!"
"
Taylor is a little crazy. Warlords like this kind of anti-government forces are a little crazy. They might have been just ordinary gangsters, thieves, and gangsters.
Now he has transformed into a general who controls the life and death of others. After this imbalance between his own abilities and rights, he cannot control his own desires and will become extreme. Obviously Taylor is a typical example.
He was bullied and insulted before, but now anyone who insults him or disobeys him will die.
The assistant who had Taylor pointing a gun at his head was a little panicked, his Adam's apple moved up and down rapidly, and finally he slowly spoke: "General, if you want to speak the official language, you are speaking our Ovambo language, they are Sin
