Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1019: Faith
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After receiving a lesson, Qin Ming had to return to the airship to rest, but the advance team continued to be busy. The old Harris was a vanguard, and he and the Richard sergeant led the team to conduct reconnaissance in the city, while Zhang Hong continued Qin Ming ’s unfinished work.
"Qin team, these pick-up fuel tanks are full. The people here must have sufficient fuel supply. They should have a complete oil refinery, which is really good news."
"Some of the corpses are strong, some are weak, and their levels of differentiation are serious. It is estimated that the food supply here is seriously inadequate, which will affect our follow-up actions."
"Weapons are also good and bad, ammunition is not enough. 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, found a single radio station and turned it on for monitoring. There were various sounds of jerrypipe in the headphones, "The radio station is very good, the battery It ’s enough, but I do n’t understand what the radio says. ”
"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 as a part-time translator, but he came over and heard a few words but shrugged and said: "This is a communication between several forces in Luanda City. Our gunfire is too loud and they are scared." >
The sound of gunfire in the night is very far away. The urban area of Luanda is not a high-rise building, and the sound from the airport can be heard in almost the entire city. Many of the survivors entrenched in the city during the night all paid attention and speculated privately.
Angola ’s population exceeds 40 million in 2030, but after the catastrophe and the baptism of the nuclear winter, there will be at most 1 million left. And this one million also all gathered in the city, holding together to survive.
The team doctor translated a few sentences, all of which are the connection between panic and doubt. Some people in the city wanted to check on the situation, and some people decided not to move. Grandpa Qin immediately turned to look at the captured captive, and the guy was eating a can of food quickly.
Seeing this well-equipped group of armed foreigners, the gorging captives said while eating: "There are still about 50,000 people in the city, belonging to more than 20 forces. Most of them are slaves, and we rely on going out to sea Fishing and collecting wild food for a living. "
"How did you spend the winter?" Qin Weidong asked.
"Winter?" Speaking of the cold nuclear winter, a horrified expression appeared on the prisoner's face. For tropical residents, snowy days are simply hell, and nuclear winter is the eighteenth floor of hell.
"We are going to grab food everywhere, killing people everywhere. The leader managed to grab a few farms to get tens of thousands of livestock, and we went to dig the cassava in the ground, in short, what to eat. The population that we ruled most when I ca n’t count them, but then everyone slowly died out. ”
Without enough knowledge and corresponding reserves, no one can survive the long nuclear winter. It can be imagined that the indigenous days in Africa are 10,000 times more tragic than Aurora Legion.
However, in such a difficult environment, it is too extravagant to expect the humanity of the survivors. After eating for a while but not for a meal, everyone can only look in front of them and can't see the future that is too far away. They can live one day at a time, not even caring about the next day's interests.
"Tell me, where can I find Chinese people living in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked again.
This time the captive shook his head, dazed. His status and status were low, and he knew at best the situation in Luanda.
"Maybe you can go to the slaves and ask, our chief has bought and arrested many capable slaves from other places, and they know more about them." In order to save lives, the captives can only use their brains to think about Qin Weidong Method.
"Where is the slave?" Qin Weidong asked.
“There are slaves everywhere in the city, and every force must use slaves to work. The original non-national alliance kept the slaves, and after the non-national alliance finished, we divided up its legacy.” There can be only so many prisoners.
The current time is just getting into the night, Qin Weidong decided to use the cover of night to enter the city to find out, after all, their night vision will help them take advantage of it.
"Zhang Hong, your person is responsible for driving."
"Marx, your people are responsible for leading the way and defending."
"Harris, Richard, you are responsible for dealing with danger by hiding in a dark place."
Four pick-up were launched, and together with the recoilless artillery car, they departed from the airport to the palace square in the city, which was the old nest of the gangsters who had just been killed, and where they were detained.
And when the noise of the vehicle slowly came along the road, the forces in the entire city of Luanda were like the devil in hell, sneaking out their dark and ugly faces from the buildings.
Several thugs escaped during the battle at the airport. They spread news of the invasion of outsiders throughout the city. The violent thugs do not think much about their own kind of being just destroyed, nor the strength of their enemies. They only know that this group of outsiders must have some supplies to plunder.
No matter what it is, no matter how much it costs, it is good to get it.
The advance team drove pick-up slowly into the city, and soon saw the shadows of people hiding on both sides of the road. Although they did not have driving lights, the engine sound was too obvious at night.
"I have fifty gunners and I want to split half of the loot."
"Is there a lot of fifty gunners? Can I take them out of two hundred?"
"I don't want to talk nonsense with you. My explosive slave has already set off, as many as I grab."
The forces in the city have no sense of confidentiality at all. They openly discuss how to divide up the spoils on the radio. This makes the Qin Weidong and team doctors who are driving forward are alert and funny. They face the lawless thugs.
"Speed up, I do n’t want this bunch of jerks to get entangled." Qin Weidong ordered.
The advance of the armed pick-up suddenly accelerated. Under the guidance of the captive, he rushed to Palace Square, where a lot of campfires had been lit. The leaders of the forces took away the elite, but left hundreds of armed men to guard the nest.
When the four pick-up parked outside the car barricade in the square, the mob behind the barricade was already standing by. The other thugs also gathered from all sides to see the number of people is at least one or two thousand.
These ‘inferiors’ murmured, holding their guns, bending over and listening to the sound of the pick-up engine all the way. Now that they heard the convoy stopped, they were even more excited to think that their prey had already been caught and waited for slaughter.
Just as the surrounding mob waited for a meal of flesh and blood, the surrounded Qin Weidong simply issued an order, "Mark, break the enemy ’s barricade and open the passage."
"No problem, I'm happy to do it." The stout Mutant leader grinned broadly. He grabbed a heavy rocket launcher from his shoulder and aimed at the barricade hundreds of meters away. The tom was launched.
The powerful tail flame propelled the heavy rocket through a curved trajectory in the air, sticking its head behind the barricade ... The warhead first exploded with an ordinary blast, and after two or three seconds, it blew again, blazing a blaze of light, illuminating a fire mass in most cities.
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 immediately wrapped an entire barricade in Palace Square. There are dozens of figures in the flames screaming, like the shadow of dancing in the light, shaking out for more than ten seconds.
The 'bad monsters' surrounded by it were like seeing the door of **** open. What surprised them most was not this powerful rocket, but the sturdy man carrying a heavy rocket launcher under the blaze of an explosive fire .
Marx has a height of more than two meters, a grisly and terrifying appearance, and a powerful and ugly face. His image is like a terrible existence from hell.
When the leader of Mutant raised his head in the light of fire and excitedly roared, the mob hiding in the shadows all felt dry and his chest tightened, as if the body was being clapped by the devil.
God, what the **** is this **** thing! (To be continued ...)
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