Rise of the Wasteland

After Qin Ming had learned a lesson, he had to return to the airship to rest, but the people in the advance team continued to be busy. The old Harris was a sharp soldier. He and Chief Richard led a team to conduct reconnaissance in the city, while Zhang Hong continued the work that Qin Ming did not complete.

"Qin team, the fuel tanks of these pickup trucks are full. People here must have sufficient fuel supply. They should have a good refinery, which is really good news."

"Some of the corpses are sturdy, some are weak, and the levels are severely differentiated. It is estimated that the food supply here is seriously insufficient, which will affect our follow-up actions."

"There are good and bad weapons, and ammunition is not sufficient. Nearly half of the firearms are poorly maintained and have no use value."

"Is the radio?" Zhang Hong finally found the thug leader's car, searched out a stand-alone radio station and turned it on for monitoring. Various ear-piercing sounds came from the headphones. "The radio is very good, and the battery is adequate. , But I don't understand what is said on the radio. "

"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 translator, but he heard a few words but shrugged and said, "This is a communication from several forces in Luanda. Our gunfire was too loud, and they were frightened."

The sound of artillery in the night spread far away. There was no high-rise building in downtown Luanda. The sound came from the airport and almost the entire city could be heard. In the night, many survivors entangled in the city are paying attention and privately guessing.

Angola has a population of more than 40 million in 2030, with at most one million remaining after the baptism of cataclysm and nuclear winter. And all of this million have gathered in the city, and they have survived.

The team doctor translated a few sentences, all of which were links of terror and doubt. Some people in the city wanted to see the situation, and some people decided to stay still. Mr. Qin immediately turned his head to look at the captured captive, the guy was quickly eating a can.

Seeing these well-equipped foreign armed forces, the gobbling captives ate while saying, "There are probably 50,000 people in the city, belonging to more than 20 forces. Most of them are slaves. We rely on fishing and Collect wild food for a living. "

"How did you spend the winter?" Qin Weidong asked.

"Winter?" Speaking of the cold nuclear winter, the prisoner's face showed a terrifying horror expression. For tropical residents, snowy days are simply hell, and nuclear winter is living on the eighteenth floor of hell.

"We go everywhere to grab food and kill people everywhere. The leader tried to grab several farms to get tens of thousands of livestock. We also dug cassava in the field. In short, what to eat. The number of people we ruled when we had the most leaders Qing, but then everyone died slowly. "

Without sufficient knowledge and corresponding reserves, no one can survive the long nuclear winter. It can be imagined that the indigenous days of Africa were 10,000 times more miserable than the Aurora Corps.

In this difficult environment, it is too luxurious to count on the survivors' humanity. In the case of eating and not eating, everyone can only look at the eyes and cannot see the far future. They can live one day at a time, and they don't even care about the benefits of the next day.

"Tell me, where can I find Chinese living in Angola?" Qin Weidong asked again.

This time the captive shook his head, blankly. He has a low status and status, and at least knows about the situation in Luanda.

"Maybe you can go to the slaves and ask, our leader has bought and arrested many capable slaves from other places, and they know more." In order to save his life, the captive can only use his brain to give Qin Weidong a way.

"Where is the slave?" Qin Weidong asked.

"Slaves are everywhere in the city, and every power is indispensable to work with slaves. The original African Union stocked slaves. After the African Union finished, we divided up its heritage." There are only so many prisoners to say.

It's just now night, and Qin Weidong decided to use the cover of the night to enter the city to find out. After all, their night vision will help them take advantage.

"Zhang Hong, yours is responsible for driving."

"Marx, your people are in charge of leading the way and defending."

"Harris, Richard, you are responsible for hiding the danger in the dark."

Four pickup trucks were launched and set off from the airport with the recoilless artillery vehicle to the palace square in the city, which was the old nest of the gangsters who had just been killed and the place where their slaves were being held.

And when the sound of the vehicle came slowly along the road, all the forces in Luanda were like the evil spirits in hell, secretly probing their dark and ugly faces from the buildings of houses.

Several mobs escaped during the battle at the airport, spreading news of outsiders invading the city. The surviving thugs don't think much about their own kind just being destroyed, nor do they think much about the strength of the enemy. They only know that the outsiders must have some supplies to plunder.

Whatever it is, no matter how much it costs, grabbing it is good.

The advance team drove slowly into the city with their pickup trucks, and soon saw people hiding on the sides of the road. Although they didn't have driving lights, the sound of the engine was too obvious at night.

"I have fifty gunmen, and I want to split half of the booty."

"Is there a lot of fifty gunmen? Can I take all two hundred gunmen?"

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you. My blast slave has already set off, and as much as I can grab."

The forces in the city have no sense of confidentiality at all, and they openly discuss on the radio how to divide up the booty. This made Qin Weidong and the team doctors who were advancing by car both vigilant and funny that they faced a lawless thug.

"Speed ​​up, I don't want these **** to entangle." Qin Weidong ordered.

The advance speed of the armed pickups suddenly accelerated, and under the guidance of the captives, they rushed to the palace square, where piles of bonfires had been lit. The leaders of this group took away the elite, but left hundreds of armed men to guard the old nest.

When four pickups stopped outside the barricade of cars in the square, the mob behind the barricade was already waiting. And other mob forces came from all directions ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ to see the number of people at least one or two thousand.

These ‘bad demons’ mumbled, holding guns, bending over, listening to the sound of pickup engines all the way sneakily following. Now when they heard that the convoy stopped, they were even more excited to think that their prey had been caught and they were waiting to be slaughtered.

Just as the mob surrounded by them waited to eat a flesh-and-meal meal, the surrounded Qin Weidong simply issued an order, "Marx, break the enemy's barricades and open the passage."

"No problem, I'm happy to do it." The sturdy mutant leader grinned, grabbing a heavy rocket launcher from his shoulder and aiming at a barricade hundreds of meters away.

The powerful tail flame propelled heavy rockets across an arc-shaped trajectory in the air, one end behind the barricade ... The warhead first issued an ordinary explosion, waiting for two or three seconds to explode again, exploding a group of radiant lights, illuminating the fire group in most of the city.

The temperature and pressure bomb of the second explosion created thousands of degrees of high-temperature flames, covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters, and immediately wrapped a barricade in the palace square. Dozens of people in the flame screamed, like the shadow of a dance in the light, shaking out for more than ten seconds.

The 'bad monsters' who were surrounded nearby seemed to see the gate of **** open. The most surprised thing was not the powerful rocket, but the sturdy big man with a heavy rocket launcher on his shoulder under the light of the explosion.

With a height of more than two meters, a horrible and horrifying appearance and a shocking ugly face, Marx's image is like a terrible existence from hell.

When the mutant leader raised his head and shouted in the firelight, the thug hiding in the shadows all felt dry mouth and tight chest, as if the body was being played by the devil on the applause.

God, what the **** is this **** mother! rw