Running, running non-stop, Uncle Hei ran like a cheetah in the jungle. All the muscles in his body were bulging, and the skin on his face even trembled and became ferocious. Yikanshu·1kanshu·cc
Not only that, this black uncle also has the potential to be a movie star. He cried so hard that he ran away and roared earth-shatteringly, "I don't want to die...ah...help me, someone will save me..."
Uncle Black ran so persistently like Forrest Gump on the rugby field. He dashed left and right among the chaotic crowd and soon broke through the French defense line at the corner and entered the most chaotic main street.
"You, you, you... I'm talking about you, retreat with the refugee group... Order! Everyone, keep order! You are running away, nigger's life is worthless!" The soldier rushed up and cracked his whip twice, which hurt. Uncle Hei was trembling at that time.
"My home was blown up. Please save my family, sir... All my property is gone, woo woo woo!" Uncle Hei was definitely possessed by the movie king, and he cried so miserably.
"Okay, okay...get out of here, if you interfere with our defenses again, I'll shoot you!" The Master Chief pushed him away and had no time to deal with this aggrieved nigger. The entire street was already in chaos and order was out of control.
Uncle Hei held the fireworks in his pocket, looked at the direction of his home with lingering fear, and then resolutely squeezed through the crowd and walked into a white adobe house.
The Dakar area is a typical dry desert area in Africa. The houses here are matchboxes made of wood, reed grass and mud. They are low and simple, but much more advanced than those tribal grass huts. Yikanshu·1kanshu·cc
Art-loving black people are natural masters of graffiti. All such houses in Dakar are extremely colorful with various paints.
Since the rainfall is not high, these adobe houses have flat roofs, which are piled with dead branches, grain and other debris. Many of the family's clothes need to be dried here, so it is impossible to hide a few people in the debris pile. not a problem.
Uncle Hei buckled down several pieces of adobe, fixed the bright red fireworks firmly on the roof, crushed the white wax seal, turned around and jumped off, running towards home.
"Oh, my God, my wife and child were left at home... I have to save him!" He ran away in the alley with a roar.
Whoosh...bang! There was a muffled sound, and a fiery red firework suddenly bloomed in the sky. The surrounding French troops looked at the fire in the sky in horror and shouted, "What is this? The enemy has infiltrated... Search for me!"
The fireworks in the sky had not dispersed yet, and then there was another whooshing sound, and the second fireworks also exploded in mid-air, followed by the third one.
The Zhiyuan clearly saw the three-signal fireworks rising into the sky. They had arranged the fireworks signals before the battle. Orange indicated that the bombardment was not allowed, and bright red indicated that the target was locked and could be bombarded. Yikanshu·1kanshu·cc
Xiang Ying shouted, "The main gun automatically finds the target and fires three times!"
"Target Dakar Street...direction 2:50...elevation angle 30 degrees...three consecutive shots..." There was an excited shout on the Zhiyuan.
Boom...boom...boom...the loud noise from the main gun was deafening, and the sound of the shells flying past in mid-air was like three locomotives rushing over.
The French troops and refugees on the main street were completely unaware of the coming of death, and the confused soldiers were still searching for the source of the signal fireworks.
Boom boom boom... The huge explosion air wave covered the entire street. The soldier at the center of the explosion turned into fly ash in the air without any consciousness. His whole body was evaporated, and not even a bit of bone was left.
Hundreds of human bodies were thrown into the air by the shock wave, torn into pieces by the powerful force within a few seconds, and then turned into a rain of corpses and pieces of flesh, falling down.
People close to the center of the explosion were lucky, because the degree of death had exceeded the response of the human nervous system, and they could be said to die quickly and painlessly.
The soldiers and refugees around the blast center were not so lucky. The high-temperature shock wave burned people's skin dry, exposing bright red blood vessels and pink muscles like skinned rabbits. The screams caused by severe pain shook the entire city. .
The whizzing shells cut off people's limbs, and the blood in the arteries spurted out more than a meter away, no matter how hard it was blocked, it couldn't be blocked.
Three volleys of the 21o-caliber main gun blasted out a hell on earth, and the power was so brutal that it was so brutal. Half of the two companies of French troops and three to four hundred fleeing refugees were killed directly in the explosion, and the remaining half were seriously injured and completely lost their ability to fight.
Liu Anchen and the others who were hiding a block away were all dizzy and dizzy from the shock, their eardrums were buzzing, and the sand on their heads fell rustlingly. The black mother and son, who were all gray-faced and under control, covered each other in fear. Dare not make a sound.
Just when the special forces team members were about to inquire about the results of the battle, the door was suddenly knocked open, and a tall figure fell to the ground with a thud. A closer look revealed that it was Uncle Hei who had returned from completing the mission.
The mother and son rushed over and the whole family hugged each other and cried. Uncle Hei had several sharp wooden thorns stuck in his butt. It can be seen that even with his speed like a cheetah, he could not escape the power of the shock wave, but at least he came back alive.
"Very good, you did a good job, reward me!" Liu Anchen gave the order, and another soldier gave Uncle Hei a shining golden franc.
"Brothers, go out and clean the battlefield...Orange flares, be careful of accidental injuries! It's so damn good, this is how we have to fight this battle!"
Liu Anchen was just about to leave the house, but behind him, Uncle Hei pounced on the ground and hugged his feet tightly.
"Dear Sir, can you give me another chance... I can still run, I am the fastest person in Dakar... Let me make a little more money, make a few more gold coins, and I will be able to run in the future. Bought a fishing boat!”
"You give me money and I'll sell you my life..."
Holy shit! Brothers are all dizzy, this is really costing money rather than life! But that’s okay, it’s better to do something raw than to do something familiar. Things like murder and arson can become addictive once you do it!
When members of the 6th Army quietly approached the scene of the shelling, even though these soldiers were well-informed and experienced in the battlefield, they could not stand the smell of human flesh in the air. Many soldiers vomited while holding on to the ruins.
It is no exaggeration to say that this place is a hell on earth. Three bomb craters with a depth of more than two meters are steaming on the street. They are surrounded by sputtering body fragments. The soldiers' leather boots have no place to put their feet. It can be said that He walked over on human flesh.
"Oh my God! If the war continues like this in the future, what will we soldiers do? Two companies of more than 200 people were killed in such an instant? Ugh..."
Liu Anchen wiped his mouth, "Let's go, move forward quickly, don't think about so many useless things! This is war, this is the cruel law of the jungle. If we don't catch up, we will be the ones who get bombed..."
"Search the civilian areas. Don't miss every house. Quick, quick, quick..."
