Chapter 280 Busy Port

After the cataclysm, riots broke out in Cuba, and the "Cuban National Liberation Front" took control of the northern region including the capital Havana. Tomato Novels ◇△Net ---```-``At the same time, they also put together several warships to invade the Bahamas and occupy its capital, Nassau.

Under the leadership of the old General Santos, thousands of Cuban armed personnel and tens of thousands of Cuban poor people poured into Nassau, and listed more than 300,000 local residents as the ruled. But now that Old Santos wanted to attack the 'Aurora Legion', a large number of Cubans spontaneously drove hundreds of small boats to accompany them, intending to follow them to make a fortune.

On the shore, more Cubans who couldn't find a boat were beating their chests and feet, hating that they couldn't go together to make a fortune, and on the other hand, they were inexplicably excited by the expedition launched by their compatriots, and felt that their own side was also considered powerful and their status had risen sharply.

Think about the fact that millions of Cubans have already landed in the United States, and the US imperialism, which has been oppressing Cuba in the past, has been oppressed in turn. The Cubans in Nassau can happily drink a few bottles of rum.

"Defeat the 'Aurora Legion'!"

"We must win!"

"Bring back more loot!"

Seeing countless people on the shore waving and cheering, the fleet preparing to go off is also in high spirits. ```-``-`-`Compared to a frigate of more than 1,000 tons last time, the flagship tank landing ship 'Bunker Hill' is now fully loaded with nearly 10,000 tons. The hull below is tall and majestic.

There are also thousands of Nassau natives on the shore, and the population of the Bahamas is mostly black. Since the Cubans landed, the blacks here have become second-class citizens and have been discriminated against. They don't talk about their status, and they haven't eaten or drank yet.

Today, the Cubans in Nassau went out to fight, and a large number of Bahamians came out to cheer. It's just that compared to the elated Cubans, the Bahamians are silent and numb. They saw the 'Bunker Hill' going out to sea, and also saw a dozen escort ships accompanying the 'Bunker Hill'.

The "Brotherhood of Steel" not only sent the "Bunker Hill" to the old Santos, but also sent a large number of ships from the US Coast Guard. Each of these patrol ships is stronger than the old frigates before, greatly improving the strength in the hands of old Santos. That's why he dared to attack.

The Bunker Hill is equipped with two 76mm naval guns and a Phalanx air defense system. ☆ Tomato ○ Novel Network - "The Brotherhood of Steel" supported some operators with professional skills, so that this 20mm air defense system can work normally.

Just as the fleet was out to sea, a large drone flew in the distance and flew past Nassau port at an altitude of seven to eight hundred meters. Because drones fly slowly,

It is so big that people on the ground can see it clearly.

The Bahamians at the port widened their eyes when they saw the drone appear. They began to discuss in private whispers.

"Is this the drone of the 'Aurora Legion'?"

"Can they beat old Santos like they did last time?"

"Will there be a strong fleet behind the drones to fight these damn Cubans?"

The Bahamian people's comments were relatively quiet, but the Cubans on the shore and the accompanying Cuban boats at sea immediately made various noises.

"This must be the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft of the 'Aurora Legion'."

"Hit it down, hit it down!"

"Kill those Americans and let them know how powerful we are.

Surrounded by the sound of shouting and shouting, in the air defense radar room of the Bunker Hill, several air defense operators received an order from the captain from the bridge, "Destroy that drone in the sky immediately."

"Yes, sir," the defense officer responded.

The Phalanx system above the bridge started to work, and the 20mm close-in anti-aircraft gun suddenly raised its barrel, and a shuttle of shells flew into the sky. In just a few seconds, the slow-flying drone in the sky was smashed into pieces, broken into hundreds of pieces and scattered down.

"Yeah! Great, our warship is the strongest."

"The 'Aurora Legion' is finished, they don't want to hit us with guided shells like last time, we won't let those nasty drones approach again."

"It feels so good to hit Americans with Yankee aid."

The air defense operation was initially successful, and the fleet was full of joy. Seeing this scene with their own eyes, the Cubans on the shore and on the boat were even more excited and manic. Many people wished they could revel and drink on the spot. ```-``-`-`Even the old Santos who was far away in Guantanamo learned about this on the radio, the old man’s frown was loosened a lot, and there was a smile on his face .

"Go and bring me a bottle of wine. I want to have a good drink. After the fleet wins the battle, I will go and settle accounts with that ignorant and fearless bastard outside." The old man was happy, and the guards around him were naturally happy too. The wine is brought up, and everyone drinks happily.

For the Bahamians in Nassau, the drone was their last hope of salvation. But their hopes had only just improved a little, and they were immediately shattered. The drone was killed within two minutes of its appearance.

"Can the people of the 'Aurora Legion' do it?"

"Are we doomed to be ruled by the Cubans?"

"I think the 'Aurora Legion' is about to die, how could it come to save us?"

"It's over, the dawn of freedom and democracy has been extinguished, and so are Americans."

And just when the mood of the crowd in the port was polarized, the old Santos' fleet continued to leave the port. The only thing that troubles the Cubans here is that the speed of the 'Bunker Hill' is too slow. As a tank landing ship, it can only run at 14 knots at the fastest, while its escort fleet can generally run more than 24 knots. Some even ran thirty knots.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, Latinos have a natural characteristic, that is, they are extremely 'romantic' - sloppy and slow. Slow down, anyway, it’s only forty or fifty nautical miles from Nassau to Great Abaco Island, and it’s only a few hours away.

But in this enthusiastic atmosphere of the expedition, there was another humming of the engine in the distant sky. This is not the same as the scene where the drone appeared just now. The plane did not appear, but the sound appeared first instead.

"It must be a big plane."

"Maybe it's the huge attack fleet of the 'Aurora Legion'."

"Isn't the 'Aurora Legion' a Yankee force? Maybe it's the Yankee aircraft carrier attack fleet."

"Stop talking nonsense, where are there any aircraft carriers now?"

The Cubans and Bahamians at the scene waited and watched again, and vaguely saw a rapidly growing black spot appearing on the sky. Inside the 'Bunker Hill', the radar had already seen this black spot, and the officer on duty immediately reported to the captain: "Sir, a transport plane is approaching us."

"A transport plane? How could it be a transport plane? Is the 'Aurora Legion' mentally disabled? They should send a fighter jet anyway!"

And at the port, among the tens of thousands of Cubans and Bahamians, there are those with binoculars, and these people have already seen that it is a Yankee C-130 transport plane. This is a medium-sized transport aircraft that can take off and land at field airports. It has excellent performance and a wide range of uses. But the problem is that this is a transport plane! How can transport aircraft be used to fight wars?

"Hahaha... People from the 'Aurora Legion' came here and committed suicide. As long as they dare to approach, our Phalanx close-in defense guns will immediately shoot them down."

"This is really ridiculous. A transport plane is actually a transport plane. I have never seen such a stupid commander. This is simply letting soldiers come to die."

"This is really hopeless. Even the Americans are starting to be stupid. We Bahamians are afraid that we will be slaves to the Cubans forever."

Amidst the laughter of the Cubans and the lamentation of the Bahamas, the c-130 that was approaching rapidly turned around suddenly, and began to circle centripetally at a distance of about five kilometers from the "Bunker Hill". When the fuselage on its side was exposed, a 105mm caliber howitzer showed a hideous face.

This is an AC-130, with one more letter, the meaning is completely different.

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