Early the next morning, just when the tank was about to run out of oil, the tank slowly drove into a small city, a city called Baruto.
"Head, we seem to have made a wrong move. Now we have arrived in the central area of Namibia. If we go forward, we will reach the western area of Namibia. We are not very far from the seaside!"
After the vehicle entered the city, John told Yu Zhiqian the news, and Yu Zhiqian felt a little numb.
“How far is it from Windhoek?”
"We have already driven more than 400 kilometers!"
John is not sure, but the tank is almost out of fuel. The M1A2 tank can travel 450 kilometers with full fuel, which is almost close to the limit.
"Send Peter to the hospital first, and pay attention to safety!"
"receive!"
There were blood stains on the outer armor of the tank. It stopped at the entrance of a convenience store. Yu Zhiqian and others jumped out of the tank fully armed and walked into the convenience store. When the convenience store employees saw Yu Zhiqian and others entering the tank, they prepared I pulled the door open, but it was still a step too late.
"Instructor, get some food and water, come here!" After saying this, he pointed the gun at one of the black men.
The black man came over tremblingly: "Don't kill me, I don't know anything!"
"I won't kill you. Just answer the question. Do you have troops stationed here?"
"army?"
"It happened before. I don't know why but I left the city two days ago. There were only police!"
After confirming that there were no troops, Yu Zhiqian breathed a sigh of relief and took out a hundred dollar bill: "This is money to buy things. Take us to the hospital!"
"good!"
If you make money, you won't be killed. The black man immediately laughed. After Yu Zhiqian and others got their things, they entered the cockpit, while the black man sat in front of the tank, holding the gun barrel.
Baruto is not a very big city. Ten minutes later, a tank slowly parked in front of a hospital with a red cross sign hanging on it. Yu Zhiqian immediately laughed when he saw it. This was not like an African hospital, but more like At the Red Cross hospital, Peter should be saved.
The Red Cross here is different from the domestic Red Cross that donates quilts to people in the summer and does all kinds of immoral things. It is the International Red Cross. Although Bai Zuo is very holy, he does some things well. For example, the Red Cross rescue team will go to the poorest and backward places in the world and bring them some medical assistance.
A tank parked at the entrance of the Red Cross Hospital. The doctors and nurses inside were startled. After all, the situation in Namibia was too chaotic. No one could guarantee what the purpose of these people was.
Robbery of Red Cross hospitals and massacres of doctors and humanitarian aid workers are not without precedent. In one sentence, anything is possible in Africa.
"This is a hospital, what are you doing?"
A white doctor wearing a white coat and a Red Cross armband came out and was very shocked when he saw the M1A2 tank. Could it be that the United States has peacekeeping troops in Namibia? I haven't heard of it, and the military uniforms they wear are not U.S. military uniforms.
"We came here because we knew this was a hospital. My comrade was shot. Take a look and don't worry, we will pay!" After saying this, Peter was carried out of the tank with the help of others.
Peter was now very weak, his face was very pale, and he had passed out. Yu Zhiqian was very worried about this guy along the way, but luckily he was still breathing and heartbeating.
"Come here, there is a patient!"
After the doctor finished shouting, someone from the hospital ran out and carried Peter into the hospital. The doctor examined Peter and then looked at Yu Zhigan: "How did he get injured and when?"
"He was hit by a 7.62 bullet with a powerful bullet that penetrated his body armor. He was injured about seven hours ago. He has already undergone simple hemostasis and treatment!"
"I know this, otherwise he wouldn't survive now. He needs immediate surgery, but I can't guarantee whether he can be saved!"
After Yu Zhiqian heard this, his face turned cold: "Don't worry, if you can't be saved, I can't guarantee whether your hospital will still exist!"
Being choked by Yu Zhiqian, the white doctor didn't know what to say. He glanced at Yu Zhiqian and said, "Send him to the operating room and I will do the surgery myself!"
"yes!"
Soon, the small hospital started to get busy. Yu Zhiqian stood in the hospital corridor, took out a cigarette and lit it, when a nurse came over and tried to stop Yu Zhiqian: "No smoking in the hospital!"
Yu Zhiqian turned to look at her. The nurse was so frightened that she took two steps back. Yu Zhiqian looked at the cigarette in his hand and shook his head: "Okay, I'll go out to smoke!"
The little nurse was frightened to death. After watching Yu Zhiqian leave, she returned to her office and looked at the same person in shock: "Who are the people who came just now?"
"Don't think about it, they must be mercenaries. I don't know where they are fighting. One of them came to us for medical treatment after being injured! These guys are war mongers. It would be best if they all die!"
"Why does Dr. Jack want to save them? I heard that some mercenaries will do anything for money."
"If we don't save people, our hospital might be bombed by them. They come with tanks."
"..."
"Instructor, Lake, you guys keep an eye here, John, you and I go to the gas station and fill up the tank with oil!"
"good!"
Yu Zhiqian and others didn't know where the gas station was, but Yu Zhiqian found the police station not far away. There is a saying that goes like this, the upper ones work hard, the middle ones work hard, and the lower ones work hard.
There are tanks. In the city of Caruto, Yu Zhiqian is an expert, a person who can walk sideways. There is no need to search everywhere by himself. He parked the tank at the door of the police station in Caruto, with the barrel facing the door. Yu Zhiqian He took out a loudspeaker he grabbed from somewhere and started shouting.
"Hey, hey, can you hear me? The police inside, listen, you are surrounded by me. If you don't want your police station to be bombed, you send someone out. I have something to ask you. Repeat, you are being bombed. I’m surrounded…!”
Soon, a fat policeman came out of it tremblingly, raised his hands, and shouted loudly: "Hello, sir, if you have any questions, you can tell us directly. If we can help you, we will do our best to help you!"
Yu Zhiqian looked at the fat man's appearance and pointed a machine gun at him: "We really need help. Find me diesel immediately. Remember the No. 1 and No. 2 diesel. In half an hour, get me enough diesel. Otherwise, if!"
Yu Zhiqian patted the tank turret hard. After receiving the order, John turned the muzzle and aimed at the open space not far away. Lao Laman pressed the launch button, and a tank shell flew out and hit the open space. .
"boom"
After the explosion, a crater was created in the open space in front of him, and all the glass of the surrounding houses more than a hundred meters away was shattered. The huge shock wave caused even the fat man at the door of the police station to almost lose his balance and be blown down by the wind.
"I know, I know, I'll look for it right away!"
The fat policeman picked up the hat on the ground and quickly rushed into the police station. Then a group of policemen immediately ran out and started looking for diesel. Of course, Yu Zhiqian was not afraid that these people could run away. After all, their hometown was here. Here, if it escapes, it will be blown up directly.
"Hey man, your tank is pretty cool, can I take a look?"
This policeman was probably in his fifties and could not walk, so he did not go. Instead, he was bolder and walked up to Yu Zhiqian's tank to see the tank.
"Can!"
The black man kept touching the tank: "Man, which country does this tank belong to?"
"America's!"
"Is it great?"
Yu Zhiqian pointed at the huge hole in the ground not far away: "The power of one shot!"
The old black policeman looked at the shell crater not far away in trance, shook his head, and finally sighed. After patting the barrel of the tank vigorously, he turned his head and slowly walked towards the interior of the police station. The person's back suddenly looked as if he had aged many years.
"Boss, what's wrong with this old man?"
Yu Zhiqian looked at this old man and suddenly felt that this man looked very similar to the old photos he had seen online before. An old man wearing an old-fashioned Chinese military uniform was watching carefully on a Soviet aircraft carrier, his eyes filled with emotion. Longing is two words.
The old Namibian policeman also looked like this. He looked at the tank under Yu Zhiqian with this longing expression. Maybe he imagined in his mind that one day Namibia could be rich and powerful and have such a tank.
Even if Namibia is not rich and powerful, as long as one day Namibia can completely get rid of the war, at least in a place like the police station, a person of unknown nationality will not suddenly appear driving a tank and pointing the gun at the police station with the Namibian flag. door, and told the police in the house that if they didn't help them find something, they would blow up the police station.
Yu Zhiqian's current behavior is like those great powers a hundred years ago. If they fall behind, they will be beaten. This sentence has been true since ancient times. The main reason why these small African countries are running rampant with mercenaries is because they are too weak. There is no military strength at all.
Soon, a tanker truck drove over. A group of police officers panted and looked at Yu Zhiqian and others with apologetic expressions: "I'm sorry, I didn't know how much you wanted, so I brought the truck over!"
“Just fill it up!”
After Yu Zhiqian finished speaking, he took out a thousand dollars and handed it over: "This is your hard-earned money!"
"No, no, it should be!"
In the end, Yu Zhiqian left a thousand dollars and drove away in the tank. After watching Yu Zhiqian's tank leave, the policemen wiped the sweat from their foreheads and finally sent this plague god away.
At the entrance of the hospital, as soon as Yu Zhiqian stepped out from under the tank, he saw two white doctors standing at the entrance of the hospital smoking: "Have you watched Avengers 4? It took me three days to finally download the gun version. I finally finished watching it just now." ,Namibia’s internet is really terrible!”
"I didn't read it, tell me about it!"
Just when the doctor was about to reveal the story, he felt a murderous aura behind him and saw Yu Zhiqian pointing his HK416 at his head, while John pointed the tank barrel at the doctor.
"You dare to spoil the story, just try it!"
The doctor looked at Yu Zhiqian's gun muzzle and John's barrel, took out his mobile phone, and then deleted the gun version he downloaded: "No more, I haven't seen it! I don't know anything!"
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