Shenhao UP Lord

Chapter 305 The first line of life and death

Chapter 305

Ding Xu was shocked when he heard it, my good fellow, is this war?

"This journey is dangerous, and no one knows whether we can return to Juba smoothly, so before leaving, the seven of us took a group photo together in the restaurant to prepare for Bol."

Unexpectedly, due to the continuous airport control, no aircraft was allowed to take off that day, so this mission was canceled due to objective reasons, and we returned to the dormitory at the UN operating base.

This day was July 7th, and the city of Juba was very quiet all day long, and it was rare for us to sleep peacefully that night. Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, we ushered in the most thrilling journey in South Sudan. one day.

On the third day, July 7, at 10:8 in the morning, everyone went to the bathroom naked and wearing a pair of big underpants, talking and laughing.

Just three or four steps out of the prefabricated room, I suddenly heard a "swoosh" in my ear. Before I could react, a shell exploded about 200 meters away from us. With a "boom", everyone panicked. Was shaken to the ground by a huge vibration!
The co-pilot, Philip, stood right in front of me, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, rolled and crawled on the ground and started running towards the house, saying as he ran: Mamma Mia, Mamma Mia!my God!
Then bombs were thrown one after another, and countless shells fell around the entire peacekeeper camp.Bullets and shells flew across the airport, because the airport was controlled by the president's army, and the vice president's gang was in the city and wanted to capture the airport.

At this time, it can still be seen that after all of us hid in the room after receiving military training experience, the first thing we did was to draw the curtains, turn off the lights, push up all the wooden beds, put them against the wall in the room, and then hug our heads Lie down.It was bright outside, but it was pitch black inside.

Listening to the sound of shells exploding outside, that was the first time I realized that I might die here.If any shell hit us, it would surely kill us.

Sadly dying, I don't even know who to message, call, I can't tell my parents because I didn't tell them I was working in South Sudan from when I went to South Sudan in 15 until 18.At this point I told my parents that there was nothing they could do but cry in bed and worry about me.

So I posted a circle of friends, wanting to update my status from time to time every day to let everyone know if I am still alive in South Sudan.I also sent a WeChat message to a Chinese friend in Germany, and I gave him two phone numbers, one for my colleagues in the company and one for my family in China.

I told my friend that if after three days, you don’t see any updates on my WeChat, it must mean that I’m dead.You call my colleague first, and he will tell you why I am in South Sudan, what I am doing in South Sudan, and what I have experienced these days.Then you call my parents and tell them, I love them.

Then I shut down!
I can neither tell my parents nor have a girlfriend. I watched people around me calling their families and sending messages to their girlfriends. When Thomas sent messages to his mother and girlfriend, the screen of his mobile phone was full of tears. Lying on the stomach, my mind went blank, I didn't know what to do, I could only pray.

Started counting round by round, praying this one didn't hit me and that one didn't hit me.It is estimated that the shell fired for three to four minutes before it slowly ended.

That was probably the longest three or four minutes of my life, and I can't count how many shells fell during those three or four minutes.

I have said many times before that I am not afraid of death!

But that's when I realized that if death comes so quickly that you don't have time to react, you might not be afraid.When are people most afraid?
When you have the right to choose, everyone will choose to survive at that time.

That was really the scariest time of my life so far.

Half a minute after the attack stopped, the UN staff evacuated everyone to a temporary bunker in another place. It was a small space built out of seven or eight containers, and about three to four hundred UN and other people were hiding in it. The staff of the NGO organization, they all escaped this catastrophe, but through the message from the walkie-talkie, I knew that not all of them were as lucky as us.

On the afternoon of July 7th, I heard news that a shell hit an armed truck belonging to the United Nations. There were five peacekeepers in the truck.

One died on the spot, and four were seriously injured.

The audience fell into silence. Soldiers deserve respect at all times, because they silently guard the people with their lives, whether it is their own country or not.

As for the four seriously injured soldiers, one of them bled to death because there was no blood bag in the area.I thought in my head, if I were their comrade, it would be too painful to watch the wounded man lying on the bed bleeding continuously, but I could do nothing but watch him die.

Towards the evening of July 7th, it suddenly started to rain heavily. The rain had flooded our high top boots to the top of our feet. There was no place to stay, it was full of people and mosquitos.

I and a few other people pried open the container next to it and hid in the container, but the container was full of garbage and everyone's urine from the whole day.Because they couldn't go out to the toilet, everyone urinated in the mineral water bottles they drank, and then threw the mineral water bottles in the container.

I wanted to say that it was just enough for one night, but I couldn't bear it after standing inside for a few minutes, not to mention the cockroaches and mosquitoes everywhere, the stuffy, humid and foul smell, it was hard to look at those things.How are you staying up tonight?

I called the two peacekeepers I had just met that day and asked if they had a place to stay.Coincidentally, because they wanted to move, they vacated a room, and the key hadn't been handed in yet. It was a prefabricated house with an area of ​​[-] to [-] square meters, and they said that we could live there first tonight.

I let out a long sigh of relief. I finally got something to do tonight. I put down the phone and told a few other people that a friend of a peacekeeping soldier provided us with a temporary shelter tonight, and we could go to that place.

Give that group of people a happy thumbs up, saying that we Chinese people are awesome!
The July 7 shootout continued, and we retreated to the container bunker for another day.However, good news came from the headquarters of the German flight school that day, saying that the German military plane was already waiting in Uganda next door, and the International Red Cross had also coordinated. Get us out.

After hearing the news, I hurriedly called the embassy, ​​explained the situation and told them that maybe the peacekeepers who were injured yesterday could be transferred out through the German embassy to receive treatment as soon as possible.

Although there was no accurate news at around ten o'clock in the evening, it was basically confirmed that the war was over, the president won, and the vice president was beaten away.

Why do you say that?
Because the locals have a tradition, whenever there is a holiday, or like this kind of war victory, they have one and only one way to celebrate, which is Free shooting.

He took the gun and fired continuously towards the sky.We heard this way of celebrating that night!
(End of this chapter)

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