How big a difference there is between 30,000 people and 10,000 people. If you just meet them on the road, few people can tell them apart.
When the troops reached 20 kilometers away, they had stopped advancing. There were only 20 kilometers left from Windhoek.
"Why not move on?"
After hearing Yu Zhiqian's order to camp on the spot, Bald Qiang came over curiously. Yu Zhiqian handed over the telescope: "There are other troops ahead. If we continue to move forward, our number may be exposed, and we may find some The problem is, it’s the afternoon now, let’s rest for a while, and in the evening, we will directly attack Windhoek!”
"Okay, but now Falcao knows that I'm coming and asks me to go to the city. I won't go!"
Yu Zhiqian squinted his eyes and touched his chin. Yu Zhiqian really didn't know what to say to control the situation. He didn't know what Falcao wanted to do, Hongmen Banquet or what?
"Go! But try to come back before ten o'clock!"
"good!"
"By the way, what should I say if he says we have too many people?"
"Even if you recently recruited five thousand people!"
After watching Bald Qiang leave, Yu Zhiqian stared at his back. Can this person be the president? The retreat chosen by Gegenbu is a bit too idiotic. Judging from the contact in the past few days, Bald Qiang Kalu is more like an executioner. Instead of a leader, Yu Zhiqian immediately thought of Gegenbu.
This president is really not an ordinary person. From the time he was kidnapped to now, everything seems to be under his control. Yu Zhiqian even suspected that Falcao was just a pawn of his. Yu Zhiqian was not very clear about what role he played.
Time passed little by little. Yu Zhiqian looked at the topographic map of Windhoek and continued to study it. Now there are about 50,000 troops around Windhoek, scattered around the city. Among them, Falcao is the most important in the city. Two elite divisions.
"Our main task tonight is to capture Falcao. As long as Falcao is in our hands, the main force of the rest of the troops will be to feign attacks and hold back the supporting troops!"
"First Division, you are responsible for holding back the troops outside the city!"
"receive!"
"The second division is responsible for attacking from the east side, where the first division is located close to Falcao's main force, and bite them!"
"receive!"
"Third Division, you are responsible for attacking on the west side and holding back Falcao's main second division! All you have to do is hold them back!"
"receive!"
Fighting in Africa does not require many tactics, and Yu Zhiqian does not expect this group of people to be of much use. They only need to hold off Falcao's troops and leave the rest to themselves to capture Falcao alive. , the remaining things can be easily solved!
The only thing I'm worried about now is Kalu's problem. I don't know if this guy can come back safely.
In the city of Windhoek, Falcao gathered his men together and held a simple regular meeting. The concentration of troops this time was not to counter the rebellion. The main reason was to flex his muscles and let some people in the country know his strength.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Kalu returned to the camp smelling of alcohol and fell asleep. Yu Zhiqian breathed a sigh of relief after seeing it. Falcao hadn't realized it yet. He might have felt something, but he didn't expect that he trusted him the most. Someone among his men has a problem.
"Raman, you are in charge of dispatching here. If you have any problems, report them directly to me. I will take people in now!"
"Head, please be safe!"
"Do not worry!"
"Brothers, get ready to go. Let that old guy Falcao know what will happen if he pisses us off!" Yu Zhiqian took his weapons and equipment and completed the inspection.
"I'll blow his asshole with the gun!"
"Hahaha, I can too!"
Working together were seven people, Yu Zhiqian, the instructor, John, Peter, Subayev, Old Lake, and Dara. A ten-person black team would follow later, making up a commando team of less than twenty people in total. Go straight to Falcao.
Four vehicles drove out from the camp. Yu Zhiqian and others were sitting in a vehicle transporting supplies, wearing government army uniforms and masks: "Attention everyone, after entering the city later, go to point 1 to gather. Don’t panic if anything happens, follow my instructions and act!”
The location of assembly point No. 1 is a secret exit of the presidential palace. Only the president knows this location. Falcaoqing doesn't know it and Yu Zhiqian doesn't, but Gegenbu knows that it was him who contributed it.
"Car No. 1 received!"
"Car No. 2 received!"
"Car No. 4 received!"
After assigning the task, the convoy fell into silence and drove quickly towards Windhoek. Windhoek now fell into a strange atmosphere. To be precise, a depressive atmosphere. A sense of urgency as dark clouds descend upon the city.
Windhoek is very depressing now, so depressing that it makes people a little breathless. The last time Yu Zhiqian came to this city, he had not felt so depressed, but now he can feel the sky even before entering the city. Dark clouds that make you breathless.
In the period since Falcao came to power, there has been a big round of purges. Black people, no matter how intelligent they are, have certain genes in their bones. The first thing they have to do after coming to power is a purge. All the people from the previous faction were purged, and they were willing to kill three thousand people by mistake rather than let one person go. Everyone in Windhoek was in danger.
At the same time, there are also some careerists who actively engaged in activities after learning that the president was kidnapped. Falcao was able to stand in this position because he rushed out from the corpse and killed many people. Perhaps Falcao himself did not know. Ten thousand? Maybe twenty thousand? Who knows?
The closer we get to Windhoek, the more we can smell the smell of blood in this city. Many people died here, many, many!
The convoy does not need to be inspected when entering the city. Windhoek is now surrounded by Falcao's army. No one believes that anyone will attack the city now. The soldiers in the surrounding sentries did not even choose to set up roadblocks.
Almost all the way to the city was smooth. Yu Zhiqian saw that the city had become a lot more depressed. In the previous Windhoek, Yu Zhiqian had visited Windhoek at night. How should I put it, although it was not as prosperous as the big cities, there were still many Stores open at night.
But it's just nine o'clock now, and there are no open shops around. What can be seen on the road are government soldiers who have been drinking. There is no order at all. Occasionally, you can see some corpses on the street, and Windhoek in Yu Zhiqian's impression is two cities.
