War Contractor

Chapter 305: A product of the colonial era

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At No. 1, the four cars stopped. Yu Zhigan pushed the car door, looked for a bunker and observed the surrounding environment. After confirming that there was no problem, all the others got out of the car. The target was an abandoned small courtyard, which was far from the presidential palace The straight-line distance exceeds three kilometers.

"There will be an entrance here?" After Yu Zhiqian entered the yard, he expressed his skepticism, but he still looked for the location of the entrance slowly according to the location mentioned by Gegenbu.

"Here!"

Soon the instructor found an iron gate in the corner of the yard. After pulling it open, a very unpleasant smell came out of the passage. Yu Zhigan covered his nose with his hand, and then took out the lighter. I found a wooden stick wrapped in a cloth strip from the yard and lit it and threw it in.

"Head, what are you doing?" Subayev, a guy with a big head, didn't understand this wave of Sao operations.

Yu Zhigan looked at the thrown wooden stick and squatted beside the pit: "Have you never heard a word?"

"what?"

"People light candles, ghosts blow lights!" After speaking, I saw that the simple torch was not extinguished, and pulled the gas mask down and turned on the night vision device: "Next!"

"Does anyone know what it means when someone lights a candle and a ghost blows a lamp?"

With a confused look on his face, Subayev patted Subayev on the shoulder until the instructor walked down along the carry: "You can go and read a novel in China, which contains information about this. Introduction!"

"what name?"

"Ghost blows the lamp!"

"What the hell does that ghost blowing the lamp mean?"

No one paid any attention to Subayev. After a dozen people entered the passage, they found that there was a passage about two meters high in front of them, and the ground was covered with dust. It should have been like no one has walked for many years, and stepped on it. , In the green world of night vision, the dust is flying.

"Head, this passage is a few years old, and the pipeline and layout on it look like World War II, or it was left earlier!"

John's voice rang in the headset. Yu Zhigan looked up and saw that there was an unrecognizable pipe above it. It was hung on the aisle. It was very corrupted. If you put a little harder now, it might fall down. .

In addition, there is the very old kind of lighting, that is, a round lampshade plus an incandescent lamp, but all because of age or because there is no electricity, none of them are on.

"I think this should have been built by the colonial governor before the colonial era. Obviously this is not a passage that Namibia can build now!"

After Yu Zhiqian walked forward for a certain distance, he found that the way the tunnel was excavated was very primitive, not modern machinery. It was probably dug out by humans. According to the current work efficiency of Africans, he wanted to dig out such a path. The channel is the series of the lifetime.

"Sir, the presidential palace used to be the governor's palace!" At this time, a black officer who followed said that this group of blacks used these equipment. Yu Zhigan taught for two days. After two days, this group of black elite soldiers will use it. For advanced equipment such as headsets and night vision devices, the equipment and training costs for these people are paid separately.

A portable communication headset, Yu Zhigan offered a price of 10,000 U.S. dollars. He was very conscientious. After all, it is an extraordinary period. The high price can be understood. Each of these ten people is worth about 100,000 U.S. dollars. As long as these people can survive, in the future The future is boundless.

"No wonder!"

After hearing the explanation of the blacks, Yu Zhiqian believed in his heart that this passage could lead directly to Falcao’s residence. During the colonial period, those whites who colonized the world were the most afraid of death. The farthest safe passage in the world was this group of people. The excavation was more than 30 kilometers. No one knows how many people died in order to dig the passage, but this group of white people left behind for themselves in order to prevent problems in the colony.

It took an hour for a group of people to walk on the three-kilometer tunnel. They looked at the exit above. Yu Zhiqian checked the time and gently pulled the exit. After feeling that he could push it away, he stopped his actions and waited for the total attack. Time is coming.

Outside the city of Windhoek, at half past eleven, Karoo’s men began to wake up from their sleep one after another and began to prepare themselves. Soldiers in Namibia are similar to those in the Republic of China in the Republic of China. They do not belong to the government, but belong to Each warlord, the soldiers only know generals, and they don't have the concept of a country.

Serving as a soldier is the most important reason why people in this country serve as soldiers. They only have food to eat. They don’t care for whom they sell their lives. It may be said that this kind of thinking in this era will make people feel incredible, but this is Africa. One in four Africans is on the verge of starvation, and many people die of starvation every year.

These soldiers do not have any beliefs, nor do they have any right or wrong. To fight is to fight. The officer asks them to fight, regardless of their identities, just like Karoo’s subordinates fought against the rebels. To die, it seems that there is an enemy that is not shared, but now it is the same to be able to fuse together.

At twelve o'clock, more than 30,000 troops drove out from the camp, and set off noisily towards Windhoek. The noise of these people was very loud, and there were movements in the camp not far away, and black people were constantly crawling. Get up and yell at the camp here.

But what responded to them was not the scolding of Kalu’s men, but a bullet. After the first division set off, not very far forward, it encountered another black armed force who had arrived. The number was only a few thousand, and most of them were. Already asleep, when the First Division rushed into their camp, there were still people who did not wake up and were captured alive.

What’s interesting about the blacks fighting is the speed at which the camp changes. After being captured here, they only need to agree to surrender. This group of blacks will use a more uniform method, such as tying something to their arm and immediately picking up a weapon. The gun was aimed at his former comrades in arms.

Of course, this kind of surrendered soldiers can only fight tailwinds. Once they encounter some hard stubbornness or other unexpected situations, they are also prone to mutiny, and immediately turn their guns at you, and so on.

The speed of the first division was very fast, and it quickly annexed some small military camps. The number of troops has grown from 10,000 to nearly 20,000. It is all about coercing other people's subordinates, and at the same time, it continues to advance toward Windhoek. .

In Windhoek, Falcao was taken aback after hearing the gunshots outside the city, "What happened outside the city?"

"We are in contact. It seems that there was a conflict between Karoo's men and Darak's men, and the two parties are fighting each other!"

"Kalu and Darak? These two bastards, tell them, let them rest a bit, or I will kill them!"

"Yes!" (End of this chapter)