If Dante’s Divine Comedy depicts the scenery of hell, then both sides of the Namibian National Highway at this time are the purgatory in hell.
Taken from Yu Zhigan's Memoirs
"bullet!"
Xiong let out a big mouth and yelled at the men next to him. Just five hundred rounds of ammunition had been burned out, but he was still pulling the trigger like crazy. After Yu Zhigan saw it, he kicked him. Wake up.
After standing up on the ground, Xiongda opened the magazine box vigorously and prepared to continue shooting. Yu Zhiqian looked at Xiongda who had recovered his sanity, and then he continued to shoot with confidence. No, it should be called a slaughter.
Before that, Yu Zhigan was still worried that tens of thousands of people attacked the position he was defending, and he was exhausted at all, but now he knows that he thinks too much, and really thinks too much.
As Yu Zhi intervened, the Negro would retreat in an orderly manner. After discovering that he was ambushed, he might retreat back, and then regroup and attack.
But that refers to a strong, disciplined army, such as this type of elite troops, who have received rigorous training, even if they encounter an ambush, they will not panic, and they will cover each other in an orderly manner and counterattack.
Now Yu Zhigan is facing a group of ordinary people with no professional training, just holding weapons. When they encounter danger, they don't resist like ordinary soldiers, but run for their lives, forward or backward.
There are also some anti-government veterans who want to fight back, but this is only a small part of them. Before they took up their guns, they were swept back by people around them and retreated. Even the enemy’s location was not determined yet. Take a few meters away from the exit.
This is still a lucky and bad black man who was knocked down and trampled to death. On the highway and on the mountains on both sides, I saw a group of crazy black people running for their lives. These black people even lost their weapons. , I just want to be able to run faster.
But there are too many people, the people behind don’t know what’s happening in front of them, and keep going. The people in front, on the verge of death, want to squeeze backwards crazily, like two streams of water, converging at one point, constantly Someone fell and was trampled under their feet, and even groaning before they could even groan, they became muddy flesh.
Bullets killed some rebel soldiers, but more soldiers were trampled to death by their own people. Now the biggest casualty is trampling. At least thousands of soldiers were trampled to death because of panic. How many bullets killed ? There is no way to count.
"Don't mess, fight back, fight back!"
An anti-government armed officer stood in a car and yelled loudly, but his voice was covered by the screams and screams. No one heard what he was yelling at all. Everyone just wanted to leave here quickly. I don't want to die here.
"boom!"
With a shot in the head of the officer, Yu Zhiqian has no interest in continuing to shoot. Now if he throws a grenade, he can kill a dozen people or more.
What Yu Zhiqian does now is to constantly look for valuable targets, those who try to maintain order or prepare to resist. As long as these people die, the rebel soldiers will continue to chaos until a small number of people live. Come down.
Yu Zhiqian wanted to remind this group of anti-government soldiers to run to both sides, and they did not ambush on either side.
Two bullet chains were emptied again, and how many people could be killed by 500 bullets. Xiong Da didn’t know. Seeing the corpses below, there was still a fire burning in Xiong Da’s heart, and he wanted to kill more. The rebels avenged the tribesmen.
"The barrel is too hot, take a break!"
Yu Zhiqian watched Xiong Da was changing the chain, immediately raised his voice, and at the same time handed it over: "Try this, they won't resist anymore!
Yes, the black people below would not resist at all. They were all running for their lives. In just five or six minutes, Yu Zhigan didn’t know how many people died, but he couldn’t see the ground. There were corpses on the ground. In patches, the yellow land and highways were all turned black and red. Under the sun, the smell of blood began to spread.
Several machine gun positions were extinguished one after another, and the barrel of the gun was fired continuously. It was already very hot. If it continues to hit, the barrel may be blown up directly.
The machine gun is not used, but the rifle is still firing. The rebels below were slaughtered like pigs and dogs. Now compared to before, it may be necessary to take aim. The black people have been slaughtered within at least two to three hundred meters. There are still injured ones lying on the ground, but there is no time to identify them.
"Stop shooting, notify the artillery, and fire at the predetermined position!"
Yu Zhiqian put the pistol down, not feeling very good about this kind of slaughter, he is not an inhuman monster, if the other party resists.
I am excited, because fighting with people is so fun, but when a person doesn't even fight back, you will feel dull. Although this kind of thinking is dangerous, it can indeed reflect Yu Zhigan's mentality at this time.
However, Yu Zhiqian did not care about it. Although the rebels did not resist, they still had to make money, and the dead were all blacks, who had a fart relationship with him.
The preset bombing target of the artillery position was about seven to eight hundred meters away from Yu Zhigan. There was an open space in that place. According to Yu Zhigan’s previous plan, it was reserved for the rebels to repair. After their offensive was frustrated, there was After gathering and rectifying, after a few rounds of bombing, they can achieve good results, and delay their offensive time.
But now, through the drone, Yu Zhiqian can see where the black people gather in Wuyangyang, some people continue to go back, some sit on the ground with a blank face, and some others yell like crazy in the aftermath of the disaster. The world is full of attitudes.
Observing the battlefield with a drone at this time, it was even more shocking. Looking down from a high altitude, the ground originally composed of green plants and yellow soil was suddenly dotted with ink. A large black area remained motionless. Yu Zhiqian and others were killed, as well as the body of the rebels who were trampled to death by their companions.
There is also a long black dragon, which continues to move forward slowly on this highway, only to go forward, and now it has become partly forward, partly backward, constantly colliding, and finally slowly backward.
There were corpses everywhere. After Yu Zhiqian zoomed in on the camera, he could see the thick layers of corpses stacked on the ground. How many people died? At least two or three thousand, maybe a few thousand, maybe more than 10,000, and now it's impossible to count.
I can only use one sentence: the army is defeated like a mountain, blood stains the earth, and corpses are like hemp. (End of this chapter)