Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 287: Dancing!
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Only twenty minutes later, a main tank boarding the 6th ship actually raised a white flag at the port. To be precise, a pair of white pants emerged from the bridge, and the nearly 10,000-ton warship just stopped landing and floated on the sea.
At a glance at this posture, the Cubans present suddenly fell in morale. Words cannot express the feelings in their hearts. Many Cubans standing in the port are crying.
But Bahamas people are very happy to see this scene. They laughed and laughed, and some people even quickly spread the news to the whole city, leading more people to see the strangeness of the Cubans.
It ’s just that there are thousands of Cuban armed men in Nassau. These people obviously will not give up resistance so easily. Especially the military strength of only 500 people in the hands of Katrina, even with the addition of more than 100 mercenary cannon fodder, the numbers of the two sides are quite different.
But at the moment at Guantánamo Bay, the old Santos, who had not yet received the news, was already drunk drunk. The old man is already dreaming that his fleet will land on the 6th Abaco Island, and the ploughing of the pits will defeat Aurora Legion. By then he would naturally be able to seize the nuclear-powered Aurora, and he could also obtain a large amount of supplies. Finally, he killed the enemy who killed his son.
Old Santos drank a bottle of rum into his stomach, and old Santos could hardly distinguish reality and fantasy. The trumpet of victory seemed to sound in his ears, and the violent cheers fell from the clouds. He stood up on the table, strode out of the house, and came to Zhou Qingfeng in a sudden.
Zhou Qingfeng blocked the door of old Santos for a day and night, and the place where he was staying at this moment has become a scenery of Guantánamo Bay. A large parasol was erected next to him, and a comfortable beach chair surrounded him. Seven or eight girls in bikinis had been waiting for him.
No way, Cuba, which is located near the equator, is as hot as it was in November, so it ’s no exaggeration to dress coolly.
And old Santos was brave and came to Zhou Qingfeng with bravery, carrying a wine bottle and shouting: "Victor Hugo, you are about to finish. My fleet is already out, and I am already on board 6 of your base. The materials you brought from the United States will soon belong to me. "
Zhou Qingfeng glanced contemptuously, not making a sound. The hot girls who had always been around him were a little panicked. At this scene, there were many Union soldiers in charge of guards. They did not understand what had happened. They just looked at the promises made by old Santos and seemed to have a very difficult problem.
Old Santos also drank too much, and he shouted again to the other Cubans around him: "You think this kid's marksmanship is good, right? Useless! The present world is no longer the western part of the past In the era, a cowboy walked the world with two revolvers. This is a joke!
I own a tank boarding 6 ship Bunker Hill. It can carry more than ten tanks, can transport large boarding 6 boats, and can send hundreds of soldiers directly ashore. It has two artillery pieces that can bombard the beach, and it also has a close-in array of anti-aircraft guns that can shoot down aircraft and missiles.
Do you still feel that this kid can win the final victory? He is just a clown, he will only perform some funny dramas, but he can't compare with me in terms of practical ability! He will soon become a 1oser and lose everything! "
Old Santos is desperately venting his recent depression. Seeing that more and more people are coming, he wants to promote his strength and record. This kind of performance personality is very contagious, and the face of the crowd who has been watching for a while is white.
If Old Santos defeats Aurora Legion, the goods shipped in the past few days will be cut off, and the front of the Cuban League that has finally stabilized will be defeated. These Cubans staying behind Guantánamo Bay are about to become losers. The losing side in the civil war is often bullied by the winning side.
Because things matter, Mirta, who is in charge of the internal affairs of Guantánamo Bay, hastily rushed over and heard old Santos bragging wildly. "Hurry up and surrender! Now surrender is still alive. When the army of our Liberation Front is pushed here, you will not have a good result.
It has been confirmed by the news that my fleet has defeated Aurora Legion and landed on the 6 major Abaco islands, and my strength has been enhanced more than ten times. It's too late to join me now, otherwise you will regret it. "
Mirta heard brows tightly, and the drunk old Santos was dancing happily to celebrate, as if the real situation had been decided, and victory was in his hands. She was stunned, and walked to Zhou Qingfeng a few steps and smelled: "What the **** happened?"
Zhou Qingfeng shrugged, "I don't know."
"You did not ask about the situation of your Grand Abaco Island?"
"Why should I ask? Now that my companion is fighting, I panicked and asked, is n’t it adding chaos?"
"Are n’t you worried?"
"It should be okay." Zhou Qingfeng didn't care about leaning on the beach chair, as if it was not interested in the victory or defeat of the game. "I have done everything I should do, even if I fail, it has nothing to do with me."
"You ..." Mirta is not as calm as Zhou Qingfeng. She quickly ordered her opponent to order: "Contact the person we sent to Nassau immediately, I want to know the real situation now."
The people immediately went to verify the information, only to see that Mirta was so solemn, and the people watching around were even more distraught. In their view, the old Santos all drank and celebrated, and even dared to run outside to provoked provocations. The matter was afraid that they had reached an irreparable point.
"Dear Mirta, you still dispatched staff in my old nest? Unfortunately, he will tell you bad news soon, you lost, I won!"
"Mirta, do you know how many Cuban men are fascinated by you? The soldiers in the barracks like to use your portrait to fly the plane. You marry the idiot Federo, which is too disappointing. Wait, when My army got into Guantánamo Bay, and I will rescue you from Federo. "
"And you, the Chinese kid, wait for you to die! I want to prove to everyone that good guns are just tricks, and the real powerhouse earns honor on the battlefield."
Older Santos was happier and more lively, the more depressed the whole scene was. In the end, hundreds of people watched the old man drinking and dancing silently, and the bird was silent. Only after waiting for a full half hour, the person who verified the message hurried back and whispered in the ear of Mirta. (To be continued.)