Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 280: Lively port
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After the cataclysm, there was riots in Cuba, and the ‘Cuban National Liberation Front’ took control of the northern region, including the capital, Havana. At the same time, they also put together several warships to invade Bahamas and occupy its capital Nassau.
Under the leadership of General Santos, thousands of Cuban armed men and tens of thousands of Cuban poor people flooded into Nassau, listing more than 300,000 local residents as ruled. Now that old Santos wants to attack ‘Aurora Legion’, a large number of Cubans spontaneously drive hundreds of small boats to accompany them, planning to follow along to make a fortune.
On the shore, more Cubans who ca n’t find a boat are on the one hand thumping their feet and hate themselves for not being able to make a fortune together. On the other hand, they are excited for the expedition launched by their compatriots. Rise.
Think of millions of Cubans who have landed in the United States and in turn oppressed the American emperor who had been bullying Cuba in the past. The Cubans of Nassau can happily drink a few bottles of rum.
"Defeat" Aurora Legion "!"
"Must win!"
"Bring more loot back!"
Seeing the countless people on the shore waving their hands and cheering, the fleet ready to go is also full of enthusiasm. Compared with the last frigate of more than 1,000 tons, the flagship ‘Bunk Hill’ tank landing ship is now nearly 10,000 tons fully loaded. In comparison, the hull is tall and majestic.
And there are thousands of Nassau aborigines on the shore, and the population of Bahamas is mostly black. Since the Cubans landed, the black people here have become second-class citizens and have suffered much discrimination. They don't talk about their status, they haven't eaten or drank.
Today, the Cubans of Nassau went on expeditions, and also pulled a large number of Bahamas people to cheer. It's just that compared to the gleeful Cubans, the Bahamas people are silent and numb. They saw the ‘Bunk Hill’ that was going to sea, and they also saw a dozen frigates accompanying the ‘Bunk Hill.
The Brotherhood of Steel not only sent the old Santos the Bunker Hill, but also sent a large number of ships from the US Coast Guard. Each of these patrol ships is stronger than the old frigate, which greatly enhances the strength of old Santos. This is why he dared to launch an attack.
The Bunker Hill was equipped with two 76-millimeter guns and a ‘Phalanx’ air defense system. The 'Brotherhood of Steel' supported some professionally skilled operators to make this 20mm caliber air defense system work properly.
Just as the fleet went to sea, a large UAV flew in the distance, flying over the Nassau port at an altitude of seven or eight hundred meters. Because the UAV is slow to fly and large in size, people on the ground can see clearly.
When the Bahamas people at the port saw UAV appear, they opened their eyes wider. They began to whisper and talk in private.
"Is this UAV of" Aurora Legion "?"
"Can they beat old Santos as they did last time?"
"Will there be a strong fleet behind UAV to fight these **** Cubans?"
The comments of the Bahamas people are relatively quiet, but the Cubans on the shore and the Cuban boats accompanying the sea immediately emit a variety of loud noises.
"This must be‘ Aurora Legion ’unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.”
"Get it down, hit it down!"
"Dry the Americans and let them know that we are great."
The sound of shouting and screaming surrounds the air defense radar room of the Bunker Hill. Several air defense control personnel received an order from the captain from the bridge, "Stop the UAV in the sky immediately."
"Yes, sir." The air defense officer responded.
The ‘Phalanx’ system above the bridge started to work. The 20mm near anti-artillery suddenly lifted the barrel, and a tom of bullets flew into the sky. In just a few seconds, the slow-flying UAV in the sky was beaten up and scattered into hundreds of pieces.
"Yeah! Great, our warship is the strongest."
“‘ Aurora Legion ’is finished, they do n’t want to hit us with guided shells like last time, we will not let those **** UAV come closer.”
"It ’s so cool to hit Americans with American help."
The anti-aircraft warfare was successful, and the fleet was jubilant. Seeing this scene with his own eyes, the Cubans on the shore and on the boat were even more excited and manic, and many people would hate to drink on the spot. Even the old Santos, who was far away from Guantánamo Bay, learned about it on the radio. The old man's locked brows were loosened a lot, and there was a smile on his face.
"Go and bring me a bottle of wine, and I'll have a drink. When the fleet battle wins, I'll go to settle with the ignorant and fearless **** outside." The old man was happy, and the guards and followers around him naturally Happy, good wine is delivered, everyone is drinking together.
For Bahamas people of Nassau, this UAV is their last hope for salvation. But their hopes had just improved a little bit, and they were immediately shattered, and the UAV was killed within two minutes of its appearance.
"Are n’t people from" Aurora Legion "okay?"
"Are we destined to be ruled by Cubans?"
"I think" Aurora Legion "is going to be finished, how can it come to save us?"
"It ’s over, the dawn of freedom and democracy is gone, and Americans are not good."
And when the mood of the crowd in the port became polarized, the old Santos fleet continued to leave the port. The only headache here for the Cubans is that the speed of the Bunker Hill is too slow. As a tank landing ship, it can only run 14 knots at the fastest, and its convoy fleet can generally run more than 24 knots. There are even running thirty.
It does n’t matter, anyway, Latinos have a natural characteristic, which is extremely ‘romantic’—slow and slow. Slow down, slow down, anyway, from Nassau to Grand Abaco Island, it will be forty or fifty nautical miles, and it will be a few hours away.
But in this warm expedition, there was a low whine of the engine again in the distant sky. This is not the same as the scene that UAV appeared just now. The plane did not appear, but the sound appeared first.
"This must be a big plane."
"Maybe it is a huge group of‘ Aurora Legion ’attack aircraft.”
"Is n’t" Aurora Legion "a Yankee force? Maybe the Yankee ’s aircraft carrier attacked the fleet."
"Don't talk nonsense, where is there any aircraft carrier now?"
The Cubans and Bahamas people at the scene once again stood on the sidelines and vaguely saw a rapidly growing black spot appear on the sky. While inside Bunker Hill, the radar has seen this black spot, and the officer on duty immediately reported to the captain: "Sir, a transport plane is approaching us."
"Transport aircraft? How could it be a transport aircraft? Is the brain of 'Aurora Legion' crippled? They should send a fighter anyway!"
On the port, tens of thousands of Cubans and Bahamas people carry binoculars. This part of the people has already seen that it is an American C-130 transport aircraft. This is a medium-sized transport aircraft that can take off and land at a field airport. It has excellent performance and is widely used. But the problem is that the transport plane! How can transport planes be used to fight?
"Ha Ha Ha ..., the people of‘ Aurora Legion ’ran and killed themselves, as long as they dared to get close, our‘ Phalanx ’near artillery would immediately knock them down.”
"This is really ridiculous. A transport plane is actually a transport plane. I have never seen such a stupid commander. This is simply to let soldiers come to die."
"This is really not saved, even Americans are starting to be stupid. We Bahamas people are just afraid to be Cuban slaves forever."
In the laughter of the Cubans and the lament of the Bahamas, the rapidly approaching C-130 suddenly turned and began to hover in a centripetal direction at a distance of about five kilometers from the "Bunker Hill". When the fuselage on its side emerged, a 105mm howitzer exposed its contents.
This is an AC-130 with one more letter, and the meaning is completely different.
(Ask for a ticket, ask for a subscription, no one supports it, and the writers ca n’t be mixed up. It ’s hungry for the gods to subscribe and vote less, but I am going to die like a street writer.) (Unfinished Continued.)