When Kabila, the supreme commander of the guerrillas, learned that his entire army had been wiped out, it was already a week later. He learned from the Soviet instructors in the team that he had been cooperating with the Soviet Union for a long time, starting from the time of Lumumba, the founder of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Cooperation with the Soviet Union began.
After Lumumba's death, Kabila began his own difficult and long struggle. Due to the encirclement and suppression by government forces, it was extremely difficult for the guerrillas to survive, and their numbers continued to decrease. At the very least, there were only a few people around Kabila. Hundreds of people, but although life was difficult, Kabila never thought of giving up. Firstly, it was because hatred could not be easily let go. Secondly, Big Brother had not forgotten him. Even Che Guevara brought many Cuban guerrilla fighters. I fought alongside him for a while.
It's just that the Cubans have limited power. If they want to make a comeback, they have to look to Big Brother. After 70 years, aid from the KGB has been continuously sent to Kabila. After having guns and food, Kabila began to constantly try Expand the force, but he did not expect that one of the troops he sent back to Katanga Province would be in trouble like this!
"The Americans took action?"
"Yes, a mercenary called Shadow Company set a trap, and your people suffered heavy losses!"
The Soviet instructor holding the vodka spoke in a rather calm tone. He was used to seeing life and death and was now numb to numbers. But Kabila was different. The guerrillas were already weak, and the loss of hundreds of people was a strain on him. bone.
"Are they all dead?"
"No, according to those who escaped, there were probably nearly two hundred people captured. The Americans had no intention of killing them. Instead, they released them and came back to send a message. They want to ask you how much a soldier is worth!"
"?"
Even Kabila, who has been through all the storms for more than ten years, was also stunned. The kindness of imperialism seems a bit wrong. In Africa, whether it is tribal conflicts or national wars, the fate of captives is generally not very good, just like the current Like President Mobutu of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, he tore his opposition into pieces in front of tens of thousands of people, and the tribes of the other party were bloodbathed by the army. But now, the opponent has captured the prisoners, and instead of killing or abusing them, he opens his mouth. A ransom is required, which is rare.
"What do they mean, they want us to pay to redeem people?"
"I'm afraid that's the case!"
The Soviet instructor drank the vodka on hand, burped, and spoke again.
"But you can also choose another way! An armed raid, attack the camp, and rescue the prisoners!"
"It would be great if we had that strength!"
Kabila rubbed his head. It would be fine if he was just an ordinary soldier. If he gave up, he would give up. But many officers are elites who have returned from studying abroad. These people are the backbone of the guerrillas and they will never give up. !
"Then what are you going to do?"
"The Soviets never negotiate with the lackeys of capital!"
Looking at the cold expressions of the Soviets, Kabila sighed helplessly.
"Where are the people who escaped? Let me go find out the news!"
Kabila walked out of the Soviet room and rubbed his head with a headache. These military instructors from the Soviet Union were good in every way, but they seemed too cold. It seemed that in their lives, apart from vodka and bullets, there was nothing else. Nothing else.
Calabi saw the sergeants who had escaped. Their clothes were almost intact, but fortunately there were no obvious injuries. They were just a little sluggish due to hunger and dehydration.
After learning the whole process of the guerrilla attack, Kabila became more and more troubled. The opponent seemed to be well prepared. He quickly set up an ambush and killed all his men in one fell swoop. He even cut off his retreat. This must be a premeditated attack!
"Have a good rest, we will not give up on every comrade!"
After understanding the situation, Kabila comforted these exhausted subordinates. These soldiers had been fighting with him for many years. He could call out the names and origins of each of them, and some of them were even relatives of his own tribe. , to escape with him in order to avoid the liquidation of the government troops, therefore, it is impossible for those prisoners to give up!
"We must save them!"
The anxious Kabila immediately convened a small-scale meeting to try to work out a plan. The meeting was attended by the backbone of the guerrillas who were still in the camp and many military instructors from Soviet Cuba. Although they had different nationalities and received education, They were different, but their perceptions were highly unified. No one felt that they should abandon their comrades, and everyone was also highly unified on the issue of rescuing the captives. Shepard's proposal to redeem the hostages was not considered at all.
Just kidding, Comrade Stalin robbed the Tsar's bank back then, and now you want us to use money to redeem people? Doesn't this disgrace me as a Soviet man?
Although everyone had unanimous opinions on Shepard's proposal, there were disagreements about the specific rescue plan. The Soviet instructor believed that he should pick up the guy and rush into the camp to rescue the people, and at the same time kill those damn mercenaries. They wanted to kill everyone. The Cubans thought they should retaliate in kind. They kidnapped Americans and exchanged them with each other. After a heated discussion, the Cubans and the Soviets reached a consensus that they would first capture Americans and exchange them for hostages, and then kill those who deserved to die. Kill all the mercenaries!
"But there are only a dozen of us!"
Kabila knocked on the table and pointed at the people in the room.
"If we gather guerrillas on a large scale, we will definitely be discovered by the government forces, but for small-scale operations, we don't have enough manpower, so we must find a safe way!"
"It would be great if vdv was here!"
The Soviet instructor thought of the news from his comrades in the Yala Republic not long ago, and suddenly felt emotional. It was also military assistance. Some people could drive infantry tanks and crush all the capitalist lackeys along the way, but some people could not eat in the mountains. Fighting guerrillas everywhere with no warmth or food.
"It's better to count on yourself than to count on others. We need more intelligence about the prisoners and the Shadow Company. Therefore, I need volunteers who can cross the jungle, desert and government army blockades!"
Kabila looked at his comrades. After a few seconds of silence, a tall Cuban bearded man stood up first.
"Count me in, I'm tired of living in this barren Uganda!"
Then another Soviet man and two black uncles stood up. The former was from the KGB, and infiltration investigation was his strength. The latter was from Katanga Province. It would be no problem to go back. There are still people who want to join. But he was stopped by Kabila. Four people were enough for a small-scale investigation!
