Chapter 1020: Outpost

Humans are always afraid of what they don't know, and for people with little culture, the legend of darkness and ghosts is always the root of fear. ???
There were two mutants in the advance team. When Max was carrying the m134 revolver machine gun and carrying a heavy bazooka in the fire, it immediately became a nightmare for many people.
For the thugs who are not afraid of heaven and the ground, when they see a demon-like mutant, they scare their souls without a body, and then turn to flee. In particular, this demon is actually equipped with modern weapons, and it looks even more terrible to be irresistible, and it makes people feel cold.
The advance team has few people, and the selection of team members is based on the idea that some highly deterrent signs must be used. It's not new to have an aircraft cannon these years, but it's more scary to bring two mutants.
When Marx broke open the barricades in Palace Square, and burned dozens of enemies alive, its image was fixed in brutality and invincibility. Those who dare to confront him must weigh their 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 device was full of thugs running around like headless flies. This group of guys had only been able to fight the downwind battle, and encountered the half-death that the pressure bombs and mutants were naturally scared, and they fled.
The captives were pushed out, leading the way to the church in the square. Max broke into the church door, m134 in his hand swept a shuttle, and the sound of the clamshell shells dropped. More than a hundred bullets sifted the last few thugs in the fight.
The church is extremely dilapidated. There is a variety of garbage in the large dome hall. There are many drooping in the corners. There are some long tables somewhere in the middle.
"The church is strong, and we can set up the outpost here."
"The square outside is large and suitable for stockpiling."
"There are also a lot of buildings around. Renovating is a stronghold that can live in large numbers."
Qin Weidong waved his hand, and the crowd immediately dispersed for search and alert. Zhang Hong found two diesel motors and a pile of cluttered wires and lamps. Harris found more than a dozen vehicles, including even several armored vehicles with artillery, but no shells.
Richard took the shooter to the attic of the church, overlooking the city and monitoring the surroundings. According to his preliminary judgment, the buildings in Luanda are generally intact, there are many modern buildings in the coastal direction, the port facilities have not been damaged, but there is more traffic jam.
During the search, the advance team also found a warehouse full of food, filled with cassava, which appeared to be a staple food collected by the mob. There are also prison terms for slaves.
"The slaves are just the bottom of this malformed society. They are not restricted in freedom. What restricts them is the living environment here." Old Harris opened a house near the square, crowded more than fifty people in a narrow space, and the air was cloudy , Fetid.
There was not much light in the night, and the advance of the advance team overwhelmed the slaves in the house. Skinny, they looked at the doorway with numb eyes, but did not know what had happened?
The old Harris could see clearly in the night vision device, and he whispered, "The white man stood up."
Most of the slaves were black, but one or two were white. And Qin Weidong continued to shout in Chinese: "Is there a Chinese here?"
There was no response this time.
"Are there any people with higher education? I mean those who have studied in college. Those with special skills can also stand out, such as a cook, a construction worker, a driver, and an electrician." Qin Weidong continued to ask. This time, there were five or six black people.
There are more than twenty same slave rooms. After the summoning, 66 people came out and about one hundred people came out. These guys often wear thick, dirty clothes, and their mud is more than ten kilograms. But the Chinese still do not have one.
"You have to take a hot bath and have a good meal to restore your spirit." Qin Weidong talked to these more useful slaves one by one, asked them about their origins, and selected ten better communication abilities as team leaders to lead the others people.
"Well, who can tell me where the water is?"
"Boil some hot water. I hope you will clean yourself up so that you have more morale."
"The chef is going to get dinner. Yeah, that's the cassava. We can give you some protein powder to add nutrition."
The advance team began to organize manpower to let these numb slaves work. The slaves had long developed a sense of obedience to orders, and they did not care who their masters were? But after these rickety basic labors spread, one of them came forward.
"Are you here to save us?" Asked a white middle-aged man with a sparse and rough head and scars on his face. It is really lucky to live to this day. By the fire of the square, he kept observing the advance team wearing night vision, and it took a long time to dare to ask.
"We only save those who are useful to us," Old Harris said.
"I should be useful. I'm Belgian and a construction engineer. For God's sake, please take me out of here." The white middle-aged man shows his sadness.
"Do you know the distribution of forces in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked.
The white middle-aged man opened his mouth and thought for a moment before he said: "I only know that Soyo and Kadabbin in the north each have a group of forces that control the supply of oil throughout the central and western part of Africa because there is a large refinery and no Shao offshore oil field. But I don't know who they are?
Luanda has some industrial production capacity. There are many farms around the city. We depend on the food left over from the farm to make a living. Mainly corn, cassava and the like. But now food is getting scarce and more and more people are starving to death. "
The white man said a lot, he was left by the mob because he had certain professional skills ~ EbookFREE.me ~ But the long slave life had tortured him enough and he was quite weak.
"I think we still need a construction engineer." Qin Weidong called the team doctor by radio. "Give this gentleman a simple treatment, we will use his expertise and ability."
An hour later, Zhang Hong cleaned up the messy wires in the church and let the diesel motor work normally. Several large wattage light bulbs illuminated the entire square. The bright light makes people feel relaxed and safe.
At present, the temperature is acceptable, and the selected slave laborers showered directly in the square. Take off the dirty clothes that are thick and hard and wash the skinny body with hot water. Many people are crying while taking a bath. They haven't treated this for a long time.
The team doctors simply checked the body of the slave workers, mainly skin diseases and the like, and the medicines they brought were quickly consumed. But the slaves were already grateful, and they hated to worship the team doctor as a virgin.
After eating cassava porridge, the mental state of all slaves improved significantly, and most people smiled. A slave pointed out to the advance team the hidden cellar inside the church. "This was scammed by the African Union from multiple countries. They wanted to use it as a bank reserve. But they failed."
The cellar opened with piles of gold nuggets in it, dim and dull, and looked inconspicuous, clutching heavily in his hands. The slaves who donated the gold continued: "The total amount of gold in this batch is more than fifty tons. This is only a small part. The others are scattered in the hands of other forces in Luanda."
More than 50 tons of gold account for almost one-third of the current "Aurora Corps" precious metals reserve. This harvest alone is enough to make the current legion of scarce legions red.
Qin Weidong grinned: "Even if we only get this batch of gold, we haven't come here for nothing." 8