There were constant screams from the room, and the leader named Gaza was now calling for support. The few guards now had their guns facing the door, shivering, and only someone rushed in. Will shoot.
John squatted in front of the door, holding a blasting bomb used to break the door in his hand, and then pointed to the glass next to him. Subayev and Pete nodded and signaled their understanding.
Pete and Subayev approached the window, touched them lightly, and found that the window could be opened, and gave John a thumbs up.
After John saw it, he put the bomb for blasting on the door, and then slowly stepped back a few steps. Peter and the others also pushed the window open, and then turned in.
"boom!"
A huge explosion, a bomb dedicated to breaking the door, exploded the door of this small White House. The black man hiding behind a cabinet or other bunker inside the room saw the door being exploded and did not hesitate to shoot at the door. , If anyone is standing at the door now, the dense bullets will treat him as minced meat.
Until the bullets were empty, there was still no one to probe, and there was no movement. The group of guards nervously changed bullets while observing the situation of the gate. Gaza upstairs made countless calls, but his As if they were all dead, there was no movement.
In a barracks less than two kilometers away from the White House, this is the garrison of the last part of Gibienne’s garrison. Now there are only a few hundred men in the entire garrison. Some of them are on duty in the arsenal, and some of them are on duty. it's here.
At about the same time as John attacked the White House, Xiong Er brought his men and came to the door of this barracks, which was similar to an arsenal. It was also modified by a factory, except that the workshop inside was turned into a place for black people to sleep. .
Given the living conditions in Africa, they would definitely not be given a bed or anything. They are all one person and one place. After making some things, it is the place to sleep. It is not even comparable to some homeless people in the city, at least the homeless people have a bed. New Bayi Chinese website first released https://https://
But here is the military camp. Although the rebels in Namibia are for ethnic independence, more people join in because they eat. Some blacks join the rebels because they can eat.
Compared with the strict defense of the arsenal, the defense in the barracks is much more relaxed. There are only two blacks holding weapons at the gate, wandering around the door, without any defensive heart. After all, no one has the guts to rush into the barracks.
"Let the artillery prepare and blast this place directly to the ground later!"
After Xiong Da observed for a while, he issued an order, which was also the order Yu Zhiqian had given him before. Obviously Yu Zhiqian was not optimistic about the attack on the barracks of five or six hundred people, and shelling was the best way.
After the fight, the black soldier waiting at the door to escape was a unilateral massacre.
When Yu Zhiqian trained before, he specially trained 30 artillery soldiers. These people can operate ten mortars. There is no guarantee that like Zhao Tiezhu, they can refer to where to fight, but at least they can shoot the artillery shells into a rough range.
When training artillery, it was Falcao’s most distressed time. The infantry shot bullets. The price of the bullets was not expensive. Falcao was still able to accept it. But the artillery’s shells were shot in US dollars every time. It can be more or less effective, but on the training ground, it has no effect at all.
"ready!"
"put!"
Following Xiong Er's order, ten mortars were fired at a distance of about 500 meters from the barracks. Ten shells flew out of the barrel with a dull sound. When they reached high altitude, they began to descend. At that time, the shell made a sharp sound, cut through the air, and fell rapidly towards the ground.
In the military camp of the rebels, some blacks gathered in front of a medium-sized tape player, constantly dancing to the beat of the music, and some blacks were fighting close by, and a few were playing cards, chatting, and playing football. , A piece of peace.
After the sound of breaking through the air, the black people still looked at each other, not knowing what happened, until a black man stood up and shouted, "Cannonball, it's cannonball!"
But it was too late. Ten cannonballs fell among this group of blacks, especially the blacks who were dancing together. One cannonball fell directly in the middle of them. In an instant, more than a dozen blacks were killed. Many were injured.
Six or seven of the ten shells fell on crowded places, and several shells fell on the roof or elsewhere. The first round of shelling caused at least hundreds of casualties.
When the shelling rang from here, gunshots were heard from the arsenal not far away, almost all of them were in action simultaneously. Xiong Er did not send observers to observe the landing situation of the shells. The first round of shells was shot. After that, he ordered again: "Let it go!"
Ten more shells were hit at the barracks of the rebels. Xiong Er has been firing ten rounds in accordance with Yu Zhiqian's orders. A total of 100 shells are close to one-fifth of the shells carried by Yu Zhiqian and others.
Ten rounds of shells fell in the camp, turning the camp into ruins. After being injured everywhere, black soldiers lying on the ground wailing, some fortunate soldiers were unharmed, kneeling on the ground with eyes blank, They still don't know what happened.
Who is calling? Government army? Someone else attacked them. This group of black people was very confused, and at this time there was no officer telling me what they should do.
Some of the slightly injured black militants and the uninjured people slowly got up and ran towards the gate for themselves, and some were helping the wounded. The entire camp was in chaos, and there were painful wailings everywhere. .
"The people in the second row, rush forward, block the door, and kill any enemies that come out!"
Xiong Er heard the wailing from the camp five hundred meters away, and couldn't help but admire Yu Zhigan's decision. It was so powerful. He had never thought that the war could be fought in this way, and it could be won so easily.
The people in the second row rushed forward quickly. At the gate, some blacks who had just escaped from the barracks did not even take their weapons. They saw the enemy in the distance facing their own, and they immediately ran back in shock , Or run away to other places.
Seeing people at the door, the government army did not have any mercy. A machine gunner immediately found a bunker, set up the machine gun, and fired at the gate of the barracks.
ps: During the spring outing, picnic, the update was a bit late, sorry. (End of this chapter)