Chapter 1019: Show Off

After being taught a lesson, Qin Ming had to return to the airship to rest, but the advance team continued to be busy. Old Harris was a vanguard. He and Sergeant Li Cha led a team to conduct reconnaissance into the city, while Zhang Hong continued the unfinished work of Qin Ming.

"Qin team, the fuel tanks of these pickups are full, and the people here must have sufficient fuel supply. They should have a good oil refinery, which is really good news."

"Some of the corpses are strong, some are thin, and the levels are severely differentiated. It is estimated that the food supply here is seriously insufficient, which will affect our follow-up operations."

"Weapons are both good and bad, and the ammunition is not very sufficient. Nearly half of the firearms are poorly maintained and useless."

"Radio?" Zhang Hong finally found the car of the leader of the mob, found a single-soldier radio station and turned it on for monitoring. Various voices came from the earphones, "The radio station is very good, and the battery is sufficient. , but I can't understand what's being said on the radio."

"Team doctor, we need you here." Qin Weidong yelled, and the team doctor who was taking care of Qin Ming came over.

Angola was once a Portuguese colony, and the official language here is Portuguese. The team doctor of the advance team also worked as an interpreter, but after hearing a few words, he shrugged his shoulders and said, "This is a communication from several forces in Luanda. Our artillery was too loud, and they were frightened."

The sound of gunfire in the dark night can be heard very far. There are no tall buildings in the urban area of ​​Luanda. The sound can be heard from the airport and can be heard almost in the whole city. In the dark night, there are many survivors entrenched in the city, all paying attention and speculating privately.

Angola, with a population of more than 40 million in 2030, may have at most 1 million left after the cataclysm and nuclear winter. And all the million people gathered in the city, holding together to survive.

The team doctor translated a few sentences, which were all related to panic and doubts. Some people in the city wanted to see the situation, while others decided to stand still. Mr. Qin immediately turned his head to look at the captured prisoner, who was eating a can of canned food quickly.

Seeing the group of well-equipped foreign armed forces in front of them, the voracious captives ate and said, "There are about 50,000 people in the city, belonging to more than 20 forces. Most of them are slaves. We rely on fishing and Gather wild food for a living.”

"How did you survive the winter?" Qin Weidong asked.

"Winter?" When it came to the cold nuclear winter, the captives showed a horrified expression on their faces. For the inhabitants of the tropics, snowy days are hell, and nuclear winter is living on the eighteenth level of hell.

"We robbed food everywhere and killed people everywhere. The leader tried every means to rob several farms and get tens of thousands of livestock. We also went to dig cassava in the field, and we ate whatever we had. When our leader was the most, the number of people we ruled was uncountable. Qing, but then everyone slowly died."

Without sufficient knowledge and corresponding reserves, it is impossible for anyone to survive a long nuclear winter. It is conceivable that the life of the African natives is ten thousand times more miserable than that of the Aurora Legion.

And in such a difficult environment, it would be a luxury to count on the survivors to have much humanity. When the last meal is not finished, everyone can only look at the present and cannot see the too distant future. They can live one day at a time, and they don't even care about the benefits of the next day.

"Tell me, where can I find Chinese living in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked again.

This time the prisoner shook his head, very dazed. His identity and status are low, at most he knows something about the situation in Luanda.

"Maybe you can ask the slaves. Our leaders bought and captured a lot of capable slaves from other places. They know more about the situation." In order to save their lives, the captives could only use their brains to find a way for Qin Weidong.

"Where is the slave?" Qin Weidong asked.

"There are slaves everywhere in the city, and every force must use slaves to work. The original AU kept slaves. After the AU was over, we divided up its inheritance." There are only so many prisoners.

It was just nightfall, Qin Weidong decided to use the cover of the night to enter the city to find out.

After all, their night vision goggles will help them take advantage.

"Zhang Hong, your people are in charge of driving."

"Max, your people are responsible for leading the way and being the guard."

"Harris, Richard, you are responsible for hiding in the dark and dealing with danger."

Four pickup trucks were launched, and together with the recoilless gun vehicle, they set off from the airport to the palace square in the city, which was the lair of the gangsters who had just been killed and where their slaves were held.

And when the sound of vehicles came slowly along the road, all the forces in the entire city of Luanda were like evil spirits in hell, sneaking out their dark and ugly faces from behind the houses and buildings.

A few thugs escaped the battle at the airport, and they spread the news of the alien invasion throughout the city. The thugs surviving on their last days would not think too much about their own kind who had just been wiped out, nor would they think too much about the strength of the enemy. They only knew that this group of outsiders must have some supplies to plunder.

No matter what it is, no matter how much you pay, it is good to grab it.

The advance team drove the pickup truck slowly into the city, and soon saw shadowy figures flashing on both sides of the road. Although they don't have driving lights, the sound of the engine is too obvious in the dark.

"I will offer fifty gunmen, and I will divide half of the spoils."

"Is fifty gunmen a lot? Can I take all of them if I offer two hundred?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. My explosive slaves have already set off, and I can grab as many as I can."

The forces in the city had no sense of secrecy at all, and they openly discussed how to divide the spoils on the radio. This made Qin Weidong and the team doctor, who were driving forward, both vigilant and amused. What they were facing was indeed a lawless mob.

"Speed ​​up, I don't want to be entangled with these bastards." Qin Weidong ordered.

The advancing speed of the armed pickups suddenly accelerated, and under the guidance of the captives, they rushed to the palace square, where piles of bonfires had already been lit. The leader of this group of forces took away the elite, but left hundreds of armed men to guard the lair.

When four pickup trucks parked outside the car barricade in the square, the rioters behind the barricade were already in full battle. And people from other mob forces also surrounded them from all directions, at least one or two thousand people.

These 'bad devils' muttered, held guns, bent over, and stalked furtively all the way listening to the sound of the pickup truck's engine. Now that they heard the convoy stop, they were even more excited, thinking that the prey had been caught and was waiting to be slaughtered.

When the surrounding thugs were waiting to eat a feast of flesh and blood, the surrounded Qin Weidong simply gave an order, "Mark Shi, break down the enemy's barricades and open the passage."

"No problem, I'm happy to do it." The burly mutant leader grinned. He grabbed a heavy rocket launcher from his shoulder, aimed it at the barricade hundreds of meters away, and fired it with a tom.

The powerful tail flame pushed the heavy-duty rocket through the air in an arc-shaped trajectory, piercing behind the barricade... The warhead made an ordinary explosion first, and then exploded again after waiting for two or three seconds, blasting out a ball of fire that was so radiant that it illuminated most of the city.

The thermobaric bomb from the second explosion created a high-temperature flame of thousands of degrees, covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters, enveloping a barricade in Palace Square in an instant. Dozens of figures screamed in the flames, like shadows dancing in the light, shaking for more than ten seconds and then gradually extinguished.

The surrounding 'villains' seemed to see the gates of hell open. They were most surprised not by the powerful rocket, but by the burly man carrying the heavy rocket launcher on his shoulders under the light of the explosion.

Mark Shi is more than two meters tall, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance, and a very impactful ugly face. His image is like a terrifying existence from hell.

When the leader of the mutants raised his head in the flames and roared excitedly, all the thugs hiding in the shadows felt parched and their chests constricted, as if their bodies were being played by demons on top of applause.

God, what the hell is this! rw