Chapter 1017 Bloodbath

On the runway of Luanda Airport in the dark, more than a dozen armed pickup trucks rushed out with their headlights on. Mugabe, who was in the middle of the runway, was blinded by the glare, so he stretched out his hand to cover it and shouted loudly: "Hi...don't do that! I am the special envoy sent by Chairman Kassan, and I am back from the United States."

An armed pickup brushed past Mugabe's side, and the strong wind that hung made it even unsteady. Then one pickup truck after another deliberately drove past him like acrobatics, and the black soldiers in the trucks shouted loudly, kept yelling, and kept playing with Mugabe.

Mugabe only raised his arms in the middle of the pickup and shouted: "Hey..., brothers, don't do this, I am one of my own. Take me to see Chairman Kassan, my task is completed, someone is willing to help us."

"Aid?" A pickup truck stopped, and a burly black man in military uniform jumped off. He grabbed Mugabe's neck viciously, like a wolf like a tiger.

"The French also said they wanted to help us at first, but they sent our people to mine. The British also said they wanted to help us, and then forced us to farm for them.

There are also Germans, Spaniards, Italians, the homes of those white people have all been destroyed, so they all rushed into Africa to rob us of living resources. Now is it the turn of the Americans? "

The tone of the black man in military uniform made Mugabe feel bad. He quickly asked, "Who are you? I want to see Chairman Kassan. He is the one who arranged for me to go to the United States."

"Kassan died four months ago." The black man in military uniform bared his white teeth and sneered disdainfully.

"Impossible, I just communicated with Chairman Kassan's subordinates. I..." Mugabe's heart suddenly turned cold.

"Hahaha..., idiot, I have been communicating with you. After the weather warmed up, Kassan, the guy who can only compromise, was overthrown." The black man in military uniform shook Mugabe's neck vigorously, "Tell me, you Who brought them? Where are your supplies? Why are you the only one?"

"No, it's not true, you are lying to me." Mugabe looked around, and all the black soldiers looked at him with cold eyes. He struggled to break free from the black man's hand in military uniform, stepped back and shouted: "Calm down, the people I brought will fill everyone's stomachs, don't mess things up."

"We don't trust those white people. They don't treat us as human beings at all." As soon as the black man in military uniform reached out, he pulled a headphone cable from Mugabe's ear. He immediately changed his face and cursed: "Damn, who are you communicating with? Where are the people who sent you here? Are they hiding nearby?"

Mugabe regretted it to death at this moment. Facing the black man in military uniform approaching in front of him, he stretched out his palm to try to stop him. If he couldn’t stop him, he could only keep backing away and begging, “Listen, the aid I found was different. Our only way to survive is to rely on them, you have to trust me."

"We've had enough of deception and don't want to listen to anyone's nonsense." All explanations are useless, and blacks in military uniforms simply don't listen to Mugabe. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered several armed pickups around him to search in the direction Mugabe had come from.

And about 500 meters away, Qin Weidong, who heard the whole conversation through the radio, said, "Li Cha, can you kill the enemy's leader?"

"There are vehicles covering it, so the hit rate is less than 30%." Li Cha, who was hiding in the dark, replied.

"Then destroy the pickup truck that the enemy rushed out of." Qin Weidong ordered.

"Understood." Li Cha was in a house near the airport. He held up binoculars and reported to the shooter: "The distance is 650 meters, there is no wind, the target enemy is armed with a pickup truck in front, and the distance is 40 kilometers." Every hour, lateral correction three, cold bore one."

According to the shooter of the gun, he repeated the situation, locked the target and pulled the trigger lightly. With a soft bang, the large-caliber silencer minimized the sound of the M107A2's gunshots, and the .50 bullets flew over a distance of 600 meters and entered the fuel tank of the pickup truck.

The armor-piercing incendiary bomb not only destroyed the fuel tank,

It also tore the chassis of the entire pickup truck, and the pickup truck immediately rolled into the air. The fuel tank was completely blown apart by the kinetic energy of the bullet, and the splashed gasoline was ignited again, producing a deflagration effect.

There was a bang on the runway, and the raging flames exploded, and the other pickups following behind immediately ran away in fright. But when they turned a corner and wanted to escape, the powerful bullets fired continuously in the darkness exploded them one by one.

Booming flames lit up most of the airport runway, and the black man in military uniform who was still aggressive just now looked around with wide-eyed eyes. Mugabe stopped backing, panted and said, "Hey... brother, you have offended my friend, and it's too late to stop now."

"Fuck-you!" The black man in military uniform didn't mean to compromise at all. He grabbed Mugabe's neck, pulled out a pistol and pointed it at the other's head and shouted: "Let your men come out, or I will kill you .”

With an extra gun in his head, Mugabe also lied. He knew all too well these lawless African brothers, who were cruel and cruel. In the face of these people, one careless will lose one's life. He could only shout: "Calm down, please calm down, let's have a good talk."

"I don't trust white pigs, I don't want to be their slave." The man in military uniform pushed Mugabe hard, and shot Mugabe in the head with his hand, then turned around and jumped into a pickup truck to escape.

At this time, Li Cha said on the radio: "The enemy leader is 100% visible, do you need to kill it?"

"Alas..." When Mugabe fell down, Qin Weidong sighed over the radio, "Let Zhang Hong deal with them, simply."

"Understood." Zhang Hong, who was hiding in the dark, had already aimed at the fleeing armed convoy, and he said to the gun crew: "The distance is 800 meters, the target enemy pickup truck convoy, three shots of shrapnel, open fire."

Boom... There was a sudden sound of gunfire outside the airport runway. A 105mm shell flew in and exploded over the pickup truck of the black man in military uniform. Countless steel balls were pouring like a torrential rain, covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters.

The first shrapnel blasted the enemy convoy and knocked everyone off their feet. Most of the lights on the car went out instantly, and the black soldiers in the car were unprotected. .

The skin was torn apart, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and two shrapnel shells exploded in succession, completely covering the target. More than a dozen pickup trucks were battered, and the occupants suffered heavy casualties.

After the three shells passed, the airport runway fell into silence, but the sound of engines came from the direction of the terminal building. Li Chahui, who was guarding the high place, reported: "Captain, there are remnants of the enemy running away, about four vehicles."

"Kill them, but don't damage the car, we need it." Qin Weidong said.

"Understood." Li Cha stopped the shooter who wanted to fire, but set up the m25 he was carrying, and whispered: "It's time for me to have fun."

Accompanied by the clear gunshots of the semi-automatic sniper rifle, Qin Weidong re-boarded Zhang Hong's jeep artillery vehicle and came to the scene that had just been shelled.

In the dark night, the cold wind was blowing, dead bodies were scattered all over the scene, and some of the survivors were still dying. Qin Weidong walked around the wreckage of the pickup truck, saw the smashed body of the enemy leader, and Mugabe's body with a broken head.

"Head, all the enemies around are dead, and so is our guide." Old Harris pouted and looked at Mugabe's body. "Although I don't like him very much, what would we do without him?"

Qin Weidong scratched his head, "This has been expected for a long time, we didn't expect this guy to be of any use. But now, we have to ask our army commander His Excellency first."

The situation on the scene was quickly transmitted back to Havana by radio waves across the Atlantic Ocean, and the reply was quickly transmitted from Havana. Old Harris asked, 'Will the Legion Commander ask us to retreat? "

"Stop dreaming." Qin Weidong shrugged, and said with a helpless smile: "Our big boss is a little upset, he said he would come over in person."