"call out!"
"call out!"
"call out!"
A burst of sharp abnormal noises rang above the heads of the rebels, causing these blacks who had just escaped and ascended to lift their heads in confusion, looking around in confusion, wondering what the enemy was doing.
When some experienced veterans heard the sound above their heads, their complexion changed drastically, and they quickly stood up and shouted, "Shelling, shelling, running, running!"
After speaking, he ran forward desperately, pushing his comrades away like crazy, trying to escape from this place as soon as possible.
"Run, run!"
"Help!"
"I want to leave here!"
"Pearl bless!"
Some people began to pray frantically, and some people began to flee frantically again, wanting to leave here, the rebels who had restored order once again became chaotic, and a group of people went crazy and far away. Running around, crowded back desperately.
In order to escape for their lives, these people don’t care at all. No matter who they are in front of them, they will push and squeeze hard. As long as they block their way of escape, they are obstacles. Some blacks even pointed their guns at them. Comrades in arms.
"boom!"
The first artillery shell fell on the ground, and the huge explosion directly killed a group of black people, but it was not over yet. More shells fell from the air, constantly falling in the crowd, one after another. , Harvesting the lives of groups of blacks.
In the high altitude, Yu Zhiqian's drone clearly recorded these images. Pieces of black people continued to fall down, just as red flowers bloomed suddenly in a wave of black.
"Raise the shooting angle by two degrees, shoot quickly, and release!"
After watching the movement of the black people, Yu Zhiqian immediately issued the shelling order again. After receiving the instructions from Yu Zhiqian, Laman immediately began to give orders to the group of black people: "Raise twice, that is, turn right twice, and give I fired at least ten rounds of shelling in one minute!"
"Yes!"
Talking about fighting terms with black people is basically playing the piano to cows. Don't expect them to understand. Old Laman explained it to this group of black people in the simplest terms.
When they understood what the old Raman meant, they immediately started to get busy, bringing boxes of ammunition over, and cooperating to deliver the shells back and forth to ensure the supply of shells during the shelling.
Rapid fire, ten rounds per minute. For mortars, it’s not very fast. If the quality of the barrel is no problem, some skilled gunners can shoot close to twenty rounds. But for blacks, doubling requires them to also. It may not be done.
The mortar is like a reminder. Every time there is a shelling sound from the heads of the rebels, a group of blacks fall down, and they are killed in pieces, and so are the people who have been injured. Lying on the ground waiting to die.
In a short period of one minute, after seven or eight rounds of shelling ended, there were not many black people able to stand up in the entire open space. The people who were killed did not have any pain. Those who were injured were lying down. They wailed and screamed constantly on the ground, but no one responded to them.
In the sky, some scavenging birds began to hover. These birds were like sharks that smelled blood. There were corpses there, and their tracks were everywhere.
In the rear of the rebels, the black leader named Caval, his face was sullen as he listened to the report at the beginning: "It's not that a government army of several hundred people has occupied Gambien. Where did this army come from?"
"No, I don't know, we haven't got any news!"
"How about the casualties of the vanguard?"
"do not know!"
"Damn, you don't know anything!" Caval wanted to kill this guy with a single shot, but he held back and took a long breath: "Send someone to find out how many government troops there are, and Send out the tank battalion behind and rush over forcibly. You can't waste too much time here, otherwise the government army will kill us!"
"Yes!"
Here Caval just finished his order. In the distant sky, there were more than a dozen black spots, dozens of old-fashioned bombers appeared in the air, and flew toward the rebel forces.
"Captain, is there an order for us to bomb?"
"Destroy the armored forces on the opposite side as much as possible, support our interception forces, and make sure that all these bastards are buried here!"
"received!"
It takes two hours for the bomber to fly from Windhoek. When Yu Zhiqian received the enemy's distance from him for about an hour or so, he had already called for air support. When he was preparing for the enemy to attack his own area, he used the air force to give the opponent. It caused a devastating blow and delayed the attacking rhythm of the anti-government forces.
Unexpectedly, the scene has developed into a one-sided slaughter, and the effects of these air forces will be similar whether they come.
"Captain, all the enemies below are densely packed. I feel like I can kill hundreds of people with a single bomb!"
"Prioritize armored targets, then bomb people later, prepare to drop bombs!"
"No. 1 machine received!"
"No. 2 machine received!"
"..."
"Plane, run!"
After seeing the plane appearing in the sky, the anti-government fighters on the ground screamed in horror again, and began to spread out. The black people who were still crowded on the road all fled to both sides, but when they found the bomber It was too late, and it was too late to disperse, and these bombers flew over their heads.
Although it was the priority bombing of the enemy's armored force, there were still some bomber pilots who dropped bombs at crowded places on the ground, and aerial bombs fell from the belly of the plane, and eventually landed in the crowd.
"boom!"
The explosion sound is several times louder than the mortar explosion, and the power is more powerful. After the explosion, the huge impact ratio will directly blow some thin black people around in the air, and then fall to the ground fiercely. , After rolling a few laps on the ground, no longer move.
"boom!"
The explosion sounded one after another, from a high altitude, it looked like the earth was blooming, mixed with the corpses of rebel soldiers.
The militants in the middle of the explosion were even more miserable. The power of the explosion tore them to pieces, and even the corpse was not found. Sometimes someone survived and left a torso, proving that this person once existed in the world.
"General, government bomber!"
After Caval's men spotted the bomber, they took Caval out of the car and ran to the open space in the distance. Now they don't care about the troops. Survival is the most important thing. (End of this chapter)