Chapter 1020 Outpost

Human beings are always afraid of what they don't know, and for people with little culture, legends of darkness and ghosts are always the source of fear. ???

There were two mutants in the advance team. When Max appeared in the fire with an m134 rotary machine gun and a heavy bazooka on his back, it immediately became a nightmare for many people.

For the thugs who are not afraid of the sky and the earth, seeing the devilish mutants is frightening, and they turn around and run away. In particular, this demon is equipped with modern weapons, and it looks even more terrifying and irresistible, which makes people feel chills.

The advance team was small, so when selecting players, it was thought that there must be some very intimidating signature images. Carrying airplanes and cannons is not new these days, but it is more scary to bring two mutants.

When Max blasted down the barricades in Palace Square and burned dozens of enemies alive, its image was fixed on cruelty and invincibility. Those who dare to confront him have to weigh their own level and courage, and naturally no one dares to provoke Qin Weidong and others casually.

After the convoy entered the barricade, the square in the night vision goggles was full of mobs running around like headless chickens. This group of guys could only fight with the wind, and when they encountered thermobaric bombs and mutants, they were naturally frightened to death, so they simply ran away.

The captives were pushed out and led the way to the church in the square. Max smashed open the door of the church, and the m134 in his hand swept across the shuttle. With the sound of clanging shells falling, more than a hundred bullets smashed into a sieve the last few thugs who were stubbornly resisting inside.

The inside of the church is extremely dilapidated. The large dome hall is full of all kinds of garbage, and there are many defecation in the corners. There are a few long tables in the middle, which seem to be used as dining tables and podiums, and even guest beds.

"The church is strong enough for us to set up an outpost here."

"The square outside is very large, suitable for storing supplies."

"There are quite a lot of buildings around it. After some renovation, it will become a stronghold for a large number of people to garrison troops."

Qin Weidong waved his hand, and everyone dispersed immediately to search and guard. Zhang Hong found two diesel motors and a bunch of wires and lamps that had been spliced ​​in a mess. Harris found more than a dozen vehicles, including several armored vehicles with artillery, but no shells.

Li Cha climbed up to the attic of the church with the shooter, overlooking the entire city, monitoring the surrounding movement. According to his preliminary judgment, the buildings in Luanda are generally in good condition, and there are many modern buildings along the coast. The port facilities have not been damaged, but there are many traffic jams.

During the search, the advance team also found a food warehouse full of cassava, which appeared to be a staple food collected by the mob. There are also prisons for slaves.

"These slaves are just the bottom of this deformed society. They are not restricted in their freedom. What restricts them is the living environment here." Old Harris opened a house near the square, and more than 50 people crowded into the narrow space, and the air inside was turbid. , scattered stench.

There was not much light in the dark night, and the intrusion of the advance team made the slaves in the house at a loss. They were skinny and looked at the direction of the door with numb eyes, but they didn't know what happened?

But old Harris could see clearly in the night vision goggles, and he yelled in a low voice: "White people stand up."

Most of the slaves were black, but one or two were white. And Qin Weidong continued to shout in Chinese: "Are there any Chinese here?"

This time there was no response.

"Are there any people with higher education? I mean those who have gone to university. Those with special skills can also stand up, such as cooks, construction workers, drivers, and electricians." Qin Weidong continued to ask. This time, five or six black people stood up again.

There are more than 20 slave rooms in the same room, and about 100 people came out of 66 after being summoned. These guys often wear dirty thick clothes, and there are more than ten catties of mud and paste on their bodies. But the Chinese still have none.

"Let them take a hot bath, and then have a good meal to refresh themselves." Qin Weidong talked to these more useful slaves one by one, asked them about their origins, and selected ten with better communication skills as team leaders to lead the others. people.

"Okay, who can tell me where the water source is?"

"Boil some hot water, I hope you clean yourselves, it will be more morale."

"The cook is going to make dinner. Yes, just boil those cassava, and we can give you some protein powder for nutrition."

The advance team began to organize manpower in an orderly manner to let these numb slaves work. The slaves have long developed the consciousness of obeying orders, and they don't care who their master is? But just after these staggering basic laborers dispersed, one of them stepped forward.

"Are you here to save us?" The person who asked was a middle-aged white man with sparse and shaggy hair and scars all over his face. He was lucky to have survived to this day. He used the firelight of the square to continuously observe the advance team wearing night vision goggles, and it took him a long time to dare to ask.

"We only save people who are useful to us," said Harris Sr.

"I should be useful. I'm Belgian and a construction engineer. For God's sake, please take me out of here." The middle-aged white man showed a mournful look.

"Do you know the distribution of forces in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked.

The middle-aged white man opened his mouth, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "I only know that Soyo and Kadabin in the north have a group of forces. They control the oil supply of the entire central and western Africa, because there is a large oil refinery and different Few offshore oil fields. But I don't know who they are?

Luanda has some industrial capacity, there are many farms around the city and we live by harvesting the food left over from the farms. Mainly corn, cassava and the like. But now there is less and less food, and more and more people are starving to death. "

The white man babbled a lot. He was kept by the mob because of his professional skills, but the long-term slave life had tortured him enough, and his body was quite weak.

"I think we still need construction engineers." Qin Weidong called the team doctor over the radio, "Give this gentleman a simple treatment, and we will use his professional knowledge and ability."

An hour later, Zhang Hong cleaned up the messy wires in the church, and made the diesel motor work normally, and several large-wattage light bulbs illuminated the entire square. The bright light makes people feel relaxed and safe.

The current temperature is not bad, and the selected slave laborers directly shower in the open air on the square. Taking off the dirty clothes that were thick and crusty, and washing their emaciated bodies with hot water, many people cried while taking a bath. They have not had this kind of treatment for a long time.

The team doctor gave the slave workers a simple physical examination, mainly for skin diseases and the like, and the medicines they brought were quickly consumed. But the slaves were already so grateful that they wished they could worship the team doctor like a saint.

After eating the cassava porridge, the mental state of all the slaves improved significantly, and most of them smiled. A slave pointed out to the advance team the hidden cellar in the church. "This is looted by the AU from many countries. They want to use it as a bank reserve. But they failed."

The cellar was opened, and inside were piles of gold nuggets, dusty and dull, unremarkable, but heavy in the hand. The slave who donated gold continued: "The total number of this batch of gold is more than 50 tons, which is only a small part. The rest are scattered in the hands of other forces in Luanda."

More than 50 tons of gold, accounting for almost one-third of the current precious metal reserves of the "Aurora Legion". This harvest alone is enough to make the eyes of the current currency-deficient legion red.

Qin Weidong grinned: "Even if we only get this batch of gold, our trip is not in vain." 8