Humans have always been afraid of what they don't know, and for people with little culture, legends of darkness and ghosts are always a source of fear. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There were two mutants in the advance team, and when Mark appeared in the flames with an M134 machine gun on his back and a heavy rocket launcher on his back, it immediately became a nightmare for many people.

For the thugs who are not afraid of the sky and the earth, the sight of the demonic mutant is frightened and the soul does not possess the body, and turns around and flees. Especially since this demon is actually equipped with modern weapons, it looks even more terrifying and irresistible, which makes people's hearts chill.

The advance team is small, and the selection of team members is based on the need for some very deterrent signboard images. It's not new to carry airplane cannons these days, but it's more scary to bring two mutants.

When Mark broke through the barricades of the palace square and burned dozens of enemies alive, its image was fixed on brutality 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 drove into the barricade, the square in the night vision device was full of headless flies running around the mob. These guys could only fight with the wind, but when they encountered thermobaric bombs and mutants, they were naturally scared half to death, and simply fled.

The captives were pushed out and led the way to the church in the square. Mark slammed open the church door, the M134 in his hand swept through the shuttle, and more than a hundred rounds of bullets smashed the last few stubborn thugs into a sieve with the clanging sound of bullet casings falling.

The church is extremely dilapidated, with a large domed hall full of garbage, a lot of defecation in the corners, and a few long tables in the middle, which seem to serve as both a dining table and a command platform, and even a guest bed.

"The church is sturdy, we can set up an outpost here."

"The square outside is big enough to store supplies."

"There are a lot of buildings around, and if you renovate it, you can live in a large number of strongholds."

Qin Weidong waved his hand, and everyone immediately dispersed to search and guard. Zhang Hong found two diesel generators and a pile of wires and lamps that had been messed up and overlapped, and Harris found more than a dozen vehicles, including several armored vehicles with artillery, but there were no shells.

Richard climbed the attic of the church with the shooter to look down on the city, monitoring the surrounding movements. According to his preliminary judgment, the buildings in Luanda are generally intact, there are many modern buildings along the coast, and the port facilities have not been damaged, but there are many traffic jams.

During the search, the advance team also found a warehouse full of food, which was piled high with cassava, apparently a staple food collected by the mob. There were also prisons for slaves.

"These slaves are just the bottom of this deformed society, they are not restricted from freedom, what restricts them is the living environment here." Old Harris opened a room near the square, and more than fifty people were crammed into the narrow space, and the air in it was muddy and foul-smelling.

There was not much light in the night, and the advance party broke into the house to overwhelm the slaves in the house. Skinny, they looked in the direction of the door with numb eyes, but they didn't know what was going on?

And old Harris saw clearly in the night vision goggles, and he shouted in a low voice: "White man stand up." ”

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

This time there was no response.

"Are there any highly educated people? I mean college. Those with special skills can also stand up, such as cooks, builders, drivers, electricians. Qin Weidong continued to ask. This time, five or six more blacks came forward.

There were more than twenty of the same slave room, and after being summoned, about a hundred people came out one after another. These guys often wear dirty thick clothes, and they have more than ten pounds of mud on their bodies. But there is still none of the Chinese.

"Gotta let them take a hot shower and 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 to serve as team leaders to lead the others.

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

"Boil some hot water, I hope you clean yourself up, it's more morale."

"The cook went to get dinner. Yes, just boil those cassava and we can give you some protein powder to add nutrients. ”

The advance party methodically began to organize the manpower and let these numb slaves work. Slaves have long developed a sense of obedience to orders, and they don't care who their masters are? But just as the staggering basic labor had dispersed, one of them stepped forward.

"Are you here to save us?" The question was asked by a middle-aged white man, with thinning and rough hair and scars on his face, who was lucky to have survived until now. He took advantage of the fire in the square to constantly observe the advance team wearing night vision devices, and it took him the courage for a long time to dare to ask.

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

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

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

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

Luanda has some industrial capacity, there are many farms around the city, and we make a living 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 dying of hunger. ”

The white man babbled a lot, and he was left behind by the mob because he had certain professional skills, but the long slave life had tormented 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 mess of electrical wiring in the church and left the diesel generator working, with a few high-wattage light bulbs lighting up the square. The bright light makes you feel relaxed and safe.

At present, the temperature is acceptable, and the selected slave laborers are directly showering in the open air in the square. Removing the dirty clothes that had become thick into a hard shell, washing their emaciated bodies with hot water, many of them were crying while bathing, they had not been treated like this for a long time.

The team doctor gave the slave laborers a brief physical examination, mainly skin diseases and the like, and the medicine they brought was quickly depleted. But the slaves were already grateful, and hated to worship the team doctor as if he were a virgin.

After eating the cassava porridge, the mental state of all the slaves improved dramatically, and most of them had smiles. One of the slaves pointed out to the advance team the crypt hidden inside the church, "which the ANC had looted from several countries and wanted to use it as a reserve for the bank." But they failed. ”

The cellar was opened, and there were piles of gold nuggets inside, gray and dull, inconspicuous to look at, and heavy in the hand. The slave who gave the gold continued: "The total amount of this batch of gold is more than fifty tons, and this is only a small part. Others are scattered among other forces in the city of Luanda. ”

More than 50 tons of gold, accounting for almost one-third of the current precious metal reserves of the 'Aurora Army'. This gain alone is enough to make the eyes of the legions, which are currently in dire straits, redden.

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