If Dante's Divine Comedy depicts the scenery of hell, then the sides of the Namibia national highway at this time are purgatory in hell.
——Taken from "Memoirs of Yu Zhiqian"
"bullet!"
Xiong Da loudly shouted at the men beside him. He had just used up the five hundred rounds of ammunition, but he was still pulling the trigger like crazy. When Yu Zhiqian saw it, he kicked him. Wake up.
After standing up on the ground, Xiong Da opened the magazine box vigorously and prepared to continue shooting. Yu Zhiqian looked at Xiong Da who had regained his senses and then continued shooting with confidence. No, it should be called massacre.
Before, Yu Zhiqian was still worried that tens of thousands of people would attack the position he was guarding, and he was simply too tired to cope with it. But now he realized that he was overthinking, really overthinking.
Yu Zhidan imagined that the black people would retreat in an orderly manner. After discovering that they were ambushed, they might retreat back and then regroup to attack.
But that refers to a disciplined and strong army. Elite troops such as the PLA have received strict training. Even if they encounter an ambush, they will not panic and cover each other in an orderly manner to counterattack.
Now Yu Zhiqian is facing a group of ordinary people with no professional training and armed with weapons. When they encounter danger, they do not resist like ordinary soldiers, but run for their lives, moving forward or backward.
There are also some veterans of the anti-government armed forces who want to fight back, but this is only a small part. Before they can pick up their guns, they are forced to retreat by the people around them. Even before the enemy's position is determined, they are captured. Take the exit a few meters away.
Black people who were lucky or unlucky were knocked down and trampled to death. On the road and on the mountains on both sides, there were a group of crazy black people running for their lives. These black people even threw away their weapons. , I just want to run faster.
But there are too many people. The people behind do not know what is happening in front. They continue to move forward. The people in front are on the verge of death and want to squeeze back crazily. It is like two streams of water converging at one point. Some people fell down and were trampled under their feet. They didn't even have time to moan and were turned into pulp.
Bullets killed some anti-government armed soldiers, but more soldiers were trampled to death by their own people. The biggest casualty now is the stampede. At least thousands of soldiers were trampled to death because of panic. How many were killed by bullets? ?There is no way to count it yet.
"Don't mess around, fight back, fight back!"
An anti-government armed officer stood on a car and shouted loudly, but his voice was covered by screams and screams. No one heard what he was shouting. Everyone just wanted to get out of here. I don't want to die here.
"boom!"
After a shot hit the officer's head, Yu Zhiqian no longer had the interest to continue shooting. If he threw a grenade now, he could kill a dozen or more people.
What Yu Zhiqian is doing now is to constantly look for valuable targets, those who are trying to maintain order or preparing to resist. As long as these people die, the anti-government armed soldiers will continue to cause chaos until a small number of people survive. Come down.
Now Yu Zhiqian wanted to remind these anti-government armed soldiers to run to both sides, and there was no ambush on either side.
Two more bullet belts were empty. Xiong Da didn't know how many people could be killed by five hundred bullets. Seeing the corpses below, Xiong Da still had a fire burning in his heart and wanted to kill more. The rebels seek revenge for the tribal people.
"The barrel is too hot, take a rest!"
Yu Zhiqian saw Xiong Da changing the ammunition chain, and immediately raised his voice and handed over an AK: "Try this, they won't resist anymore!
Yes, the black people below would not resist at all and were all running for their own lives. In just five or six minutes, Yu Zhiqian didn't know how many people died, but he could no longer see the ground clearly. There were corpses on the ground. In patches, the yellow land and roads all turned black and red. Under the exposure of the sun, the smell of blood began to spread.
Several machine gun positions went out one after another, and the barrels of the guns were already very hot due to continuous firing. If they continued to fire, the barrels might be blown off directly.
The machine gun is no longer used, but the rifle is still firing. The rebels below are being slaughtered like pigs and dogs. Now compared to before, you may need to take aim. The black people within a range of at least two to three hundred meters have been slaughtered. Maybe There were injured people lying on the ground, but there was no time to identify them.
"Stop shooting, notify the artillery, and start bombarding the designated position!"
Yu Zhiqian put down his pistol. He didn't feel very good about this kind of massacre. He was not an inhuman monster. If the other party resisted.
You will be excited because fighting with others is endless fun, but when someone doesn't even fight back, you will find it boring. Although this kind of thinking is very dangerous, it can indeed reflect Yu Zhiqian's mentality at this time.
However, Yu Zhiqian was not careless. Although the anti-government forces did not resist, he still had to make money, and the people who died were all black people, which had nothing to do with him.
The preset bombing target of the artillery position was about seven or eight hundred meters away opposite Yu Zhiqian. There was an open space in that place. According to Yu Zhiqian's previous plan, it was reserved for the rebels to repair. After their attack was frustrated, there After gathering together and bombing a few rounds, you can achieve good results and delay their attack time.
But now, Yu Zhiqian could see through the drone where a huge group of black people gathered. Some people continued to move back, some were sitting on the ground with blank faces, and some were shouting crazily as if they were surviving the aftermath of the robbery. All kinds of things in the world.
Observing the battlefield at this time with a drone is even more shocking. Looking down from a high altitude, the land that was originally composed of green plants and yellow soil was suddenly dotted with ink. A large black area was motionless, and there was a Yu Zhiqian and others were beaten to death, and the bodies of anti-government armed forces were trampled to death by their own companions.
There is also a long black dragon that continues to move forward slowly on this road, but it used to go forward, but now it turns part of it forward and part of it backward, constantly colliding, and finally slowly moving backward.
There were corpses everywhere. After Yu Zhiqian zoomed in, he could see the corpses piled up on the ground. It was a thick layer. How many people died? At least two or three thousand, maybe several thousand, maybe more than ten thousand. , it is impossible to count at all now.
I can only use one sentence: The army was defeated like a mountain, the ground was stained with blood, and the corpses were like hemp.
