Chapter 1017: Blood wash

More than a dozen armed pickups rushed out with the headlights on the runway of Luanda Airport at night. Mugabe, in the middle of the runway, was blinded by the glare. Only he reached out and shouted, "Hey ... don't do this! I'm a special envoy sent by Chairman Cassan. I'm back from the United States."
An armed pickup truck passed Mugabe's side, and the strong wind even made people stand unstable. Then one after another pickups deliberately drove past him with acrobatics. The black soldiers on the vehicle shouted loudly, kept clamoring, and kept playing Mugabe.
Mugabe only raised his arm in the middle of the pickup and shouted, "Hey ... brothers, don't do this. I'm my own. Take me to see President Cassan. My task is done, and someone is willing to help us."
"Aid?" A pickup truck stopped, jumping off a uniform. He gripped Mugabe's neck collar fiercely, like a wolf.
"The French also started to say they would help us and eventually sent our people to mine. The British also said they would help us and then forced us to plant land.
There are also Germans, Spanish, Italians, the homes of those white people have all been destroyed, so they all rushed into Africa to rob us of survival resources. Now is the turn of the Americans? "
Mugabe's tone in black in military uniform made him feel bad. He asked quickly: "Who are you, anyway? I want to see President Cassan, who arranged for me to go to the United States."
"Kassan died four months ago." The black man in military uniform showed Bai Sensen's teeth and laughed disdainfully.
"Impossible, I have just communicated with Chairman Kassan. I ..." Mugabe's heart suddenly became cold.
"Hahaha ... Idiot, I have been communicating with you. After the weather warms, Kassan's guy who can only compromise is overthrown." The black man in military uniform shook Mugabe's neck, "tell me, you Who are they bringing? What about your supplies? Why are you only one? "
"No, this is not true, you are lying to me." Mugabe looked around, and the black soldiers looked at him with cold eyes. He struggled to get rid of the hands of the black man in the military uniform, and shouted back a few steps: "Calm down, the people I bring can feed everyone, don't mess things up."
"We don't believe in those white people, they don't look at us at all." As soon as the black man in the military uniform reached out, he pulled a headphone cord from Mugabe's ear. He immediately changed color and scolded: "Hell, who are you communicating with? The people who brought you? Are they hiding nearby?"
Mugabe had regretted his death at this moment. In the face of the black man in the military uniform approaching him, he stretched out his palm to try to stop. If he couldn't stop, he could only keep going back and begging. Our only way of life is to rely on them. You have to believe me. "
"We've had enough of deception and don't want to listen to anyone's ghost talk." All explanations are useless, and black men in military uniforms don't listen to Mugabe. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered several armed pickups around to search in the direction of Mugabe.
And about 500 meters away, Qin Weidong, who heard all the conversations through the radio, said, "Licha, can you kill the enemy leader?"
"There is a vehicle covering it, and the probability of hitting is less than 30%," replied Richard, hiding in the shadows.
"Then destroy the pickups rushed by the enemy," Qin Weidong ordered.
"Understand." Richard's location is on a house near the airport. He reported to the shooter with his binoculars: "A distance of 650 meters, no wind, armed pickup in front of the target enemy, forty kilometers. Every hour, three lateral corrections and one cold bore. "
According to the shooter of the gun, the situation was repeated, and the trigger was gently pulled after locking the target. A loud bang, a large-caliber muffler reduced the m1o7a2's gunshot to a minimum, and a bullet of 5.00 flew over a distance of 600 meters into the pickup's fuel tank.
The armor-piercing incendiary bomb not only destroyed the fuel tank, but also tore the entire chassis of the pickup truck, and the pickup truck rolled in a volley. The fuel tank was exploded by the kinetic energy of the bullet, and the splashed gasoline was lit again, producing a deflagration effect.
A sudden blast on the runway exploded the blaze, and the other pickups that followed followed immediately frightened to dodge. But when they turned and tried to escape, the powerful bullets constantly firing in the dark knocked them out one by one.
The stinging deflagration flame illuminated more than half of the airport runway, and the black man in the military uniform, who had just been fierce and surging, widened his eyes and looked around. Mugabe stopped his steps and gasped, saying, "Hey ... brother, you're offending my friend, it's too late to stop."
"Fuck-you!" The black man in military uniform didn't mean to compromise. He grabbed Mugabe's neck and drew a pistol against the other's head and shouted: "Let your people come out, otherwise I will kill you . "
With more guns on his head, Mugabe also lied. He knew too much about these lawless African brothers, who were fierce and fierce, but cruel and violent. In the face of these people, one accidentally lost their lives. He only shouted, "Calm down, please calm down and let us talk about it."
"I don't trust white-skinned pigs. I don't want to be their slave." The man in the military uniform pushed Mugabe hard, stretched out his hand and shot the other person's head, but turned around and jumped on a pickup to escape.
Richard then said on the radio: "The enemy leader is 100% visible. Do I need to kill?"
"Hmm ..." When Mugabe's body fell, Qin Weidong sighed on the radio. "Let Zhang Hong fix them, just be."
"Understood." Zhang Hong, who had been hiding in the dark, aimed at the fleeing armed convoy earlier. He said to the crew of the artillery group, "800 meters away, the enemy pickup team was targeted.
Boom ..., a cannon sounded suddenly outside the airport runway. A 105-mm artillery shell flew and exploded over a pickup in a black uniform. Countless steel are like torrential rain pouring down, covering thousands of square meters.
The first grenade bombed the enemy's convoy and turned it over. Most of the lights turned off instantly, and the black soldiers on the car were unprotected. It was beaten into mashed meat.
The flesh flew open, flesh flew, and two grenades exploded continuously, covering the target thoroughly. More than a dozen pickups were riddled with wounds, and the people on board were suddenly killed and injured.
After the three artillery shells passed, the airport runway fell into silence, but the sound of motivation came from the direction of the terminal. Richard Chau, who was standing high, reported: "Captain, there are four enemies running away."
"Kill them, but don't break the car, we can use it." Qin Weidong said.
"Understand." Richard stopped the shooter who wanted to fire, but erected the m25 on his back, whispering in his mouth, "It's time for me to cheer."
With the crisp sound of the semi-automatic sniper rifle, Qin Weidong re-boarded in Zhang Hong's jeep cannon and came to the scene where he had just been shelled.
The night was cold and windy, and there were corpses on the scene, and a few of them were still alive. Qin Weidong made a circle around the wreckage of the pickup truck, seeing the body of the enemy leader being smashed, and the corpse of Mugabe's skull.
"Head, the surrounding enemies are dead, and our guide is dead." Old Harris pouted and looked at Mugabe's body. "Although I don't like him very much, what can we do without him?"
Qin Weidong scratched his head. "It was long anticipated that we didn't expect this guy to be of any use. But now, we have to ask our corps leader first."
The situation was quickly transmitted back to Havana by radio waves across the Atlantic Ocean, and a reply was quickly passed from Havana. Old Harris asked, ‘Will the regiment command us to retreat? "
"Stop dreaming," Qin Weidong shrugged, helplessly grinning: "Our Big Boss is a little upset, and he said he would come over in person."