After Qin Ming learned a lesson, he had to return to the airship to rest, but the people of the advance team continued to be busy. www.biquge.info The elder Harris was a spearhead, and together with Master Chief Richard, he led the team to reconnoiter the city, while Zhang Hong continued Qin Ming's unfinished work.

"Team Qin, the fuel tanks of these pickup trucks are full, and the people here must have an adequate supply of fuel. They should have an intact refinery, and that's good news. ”

"The corpses were stout, some were emaciated, and the hierarchy was severe. It is estimated that there is a serious shortage of food here, which will affect our follow-up. ”

"There are good and bad weapons, and the ammunition is not very sufficient. Nearly half of the firearms are poorly maintained and have no use value. ”

"Radio?" Zhang Hong finally found the car of the leader of the mob, searched out a single soldier radio and turned it on to monitor, and there were various chirping sounds in the headphones, "The radio is very good, the battery is very sufficient, but I can't understand what the radio is saying." ”

"Team doctor, you are needed here." Qin Weidong shouted, 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 part-time as an interpreter, but after he came over, he shrugged his shoulders and said: "This is the communication of several forces in Luanda, and our cannon is so loud that they are frightened. ”

The sound of artillery in the dark night was heard far away, and the city of Luanda was not covered by high-rise buildings, and the sound could be heard almost throughout the city from the airport. In the dark night, many survivors entrenched in the city are all looking forward to watching and speculating privately.

Angola, with a population of more than 40 million in 2030, could be left with a maximum of one million after the cataclysm and nuclear winter. And all these millions are gathered in the city, huddling together to survive.

The team doctor translated a few sentences, all of which were connected with panic and questions, and some people in the city wanted to see the situation, and some people decided to stay put. Old Man Qin immediately turned his head to look at the captured captive, who was eating a can quickly.

Seeing the well-equipped foreign armed forces in front of him, the gobbling captives said while eating: "There are about 50,000 people in the city, belonging to more than 20 forces. Most of us were slaves, and we made a living by going out to sea to fish and gather food from the wild. ”

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

"Winter?" Speaking of the cold nuclear winter, the captives had a creepy look of horror on their faces. For tropical dwellers, a snowy day is a hell, and a nuclear winter is living on the eighteenth level of hell.

"We went everywhere to grab food and kill people everywhere. The leader managed to rob a few farms and get tens of thousands of livestock, and we went to dig cassava in the field, in short, what to eat. At its peak, our leader ruled over an uncountable number of people, but then they all slowly died. ”

Without enough knowledge, without the corresponding reserves, it is impossible for anyone to survive a long nuclear winter. It is conceivable that the life of the indigenous people of Africa is 10,000 times more miserable than that of the Aurora Army.

And in such a difficult environment, it would be too much luxury to expect the survivors to have much humanity. After eating the last meal and not the next meal, 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 next day's benefits.

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

This time the captive shook his head, very dazed. His status and status are low, and he knows a little about the situation in the city of Luanda.

"Maybe you can go to the slaves and ask, our leaders have bought and captured quite a few capable slaves from other places, and they know more about it." In order to save his life, the captive could only use his brains to find a way for Qin Weidong.

"Where are the slaves?" Qin Weidong asked.

"There were slaves everywhere in the city, and every power had to use slaves for work. The original ANC kept slaves, and after the ANC was finished, we divided its inheritance. "That's all captives can say.

It was still nightfall, and Qin Weidong decided to use the cover of the night to enter the city to find out, after all, their night vision devices would help them take advantage of it.

"Zhang Hong, your people are responsible for driving."

"Marques, your men are responsible for leading the way and being the defender."

"Harris, Richard, you're in charge of hiding in the shadows and dealing with danger."

Four pickup trucks were started and set off from the airport, along with recoilless gun wagons, to the city's Palace Square, the lair of the newly killed bandits and where their slaves were held.

And when the sound of vehicles slowly came along the road, the various forces in the entire city of Luanda were like bad demons in hell, sneaking their dark ugly faces out from behind the buildings.

A few thugs escaped from the battle at the airport, and the news of an outsider invasion spread throughout the city. The barely breathing thugs didn't think much about the destruction of their own kind, or the strength of their enemies, they only knew that the outsiders must have some supplies to plunder.

Whatever it is, no matter how much it costs, it's good to grab it.

The advance team drove slowly into the city in a pickup truck, and soon saw figures hiding and hiding on both sides of the road. They didn't have lights, but the sound of the engine was too noticeable in the dark.

"I'll give fifty gunmen, and I'll split half of the spoils."

"Is fifty gunmen a lot? Can I take all of the 200 of them? ”

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

The forces in the city have no sense of secrecy at all, and they openly discuss on the radio how to divide the spoils. This made Qin Weidong and the team doctor, who were riding in the car, vigilant and amused—they were really facing lawless thugs.

"Hurry up, I don't want to be tangled up with these bastards." Qin Weidong ordered.

The armed pickup truck suddenly picked up speed, and at the direction of the captives rushed to the palace square, where piles of bonfires had been lit. The leaders of this gang took the elite with them, but left hundreds of armed men to guard the lair.

When the four pickup trucks stopped outside the car barricade in the square, the thugs behind the barricade were already on standby. And people from other thug forces also surrounded from all directions, and the number of people was at least one or two thousand.

These 'bad demons' muttered and squirmed, holding guns, bending over, listening to the sound of pickup engines all the way sneakily tracking. Now when they heard the convoy stop, they were even more excited to think that the prey had been caught, and they were waiting to be slaughtered.

Just as the surrounding thugs were waiting for a flesh-and-blood feast, Qin Weidong, who was surrounded, simply gave an order, "Ma Shi, break through the enemy's barricades and open the passage." ”

"No problem, I'd be happy to do it." The stout mutant leader grinned, grabbed a heavy bazooka from his shoulder, aimed at the barricade hundreds of meters away, and fired it with a thud.

The powerful tail flame propelled the heavy rocket through the air in an arc of trajectory, plunging headlong behind the barricade ....... The warhead first made an ordinary explosion, waited for two or three seconds and then exploded again, blasting out a ball of fire that shone brightly and illuminated most of the city.

The thermobaric bomb of the second explosion created a high-temperature flame of thousands of degrees, covering an area of thousands of square meters, and in an instant, it completely enveloped a barricade in Palace Square. There were dozens of figures screaming in the flames, like shadows dancing in the light, shaking for more than ten seconds before gradually extinguishing.

The 'bad demons' who surrounded the vicinity were like seeing the gates of hell open, and what surprised them the most was not the powerful rocket, but the thick man who carried a heavy bazooka on his shoulders under the light of the explosion.

With a height of more than two meters, a hideous and terrifying appearance, and an ugly face with great impact, his image is like a terrifying existence from hell.

As the mutant leader raised his head in the firelight and let out a roar of excitement, the thugs hiding in the shadows all felt their mouths dry and their chests tightened, as if their bodies were being toyed with by demons and applauded.

God, what the is this!