“Angola has an area of ​​more than one million square kilometers, and it is a very large country.”

"The animal husbandry industry in Angola is very developed, and our cattle and sheep are everywhere!"

"Angola's land is fertile and numerous rivers can be reclaimed to 35 million hectares and over 500 million mu."

"The most important thing is that Angola has very, very rich oil resources, and we also have large refineries, which are extremely rare modern assets."

Atlantic Ocean, at an altitude of 25,000 meters. The fully enclosed "Walrus" verifies that the airship is flying at a speed of 100 kilometers under the propeller. Since the airship was not originally used for transportation, its interior is not spacious, and this is even more so after a lot of supplies are stuffed into it.

Crossing the ocean in a narrow airship was a bit novel at the beginning, but the long journey was exhausting soon. The twelve advance teams of the Aurora Legion African Expeditionary Force were slowly moving forward in this high altitude. Others either rest or exercise, but Mugabe kept talking.

Listening to the black people who were guides constantly telling Angola's rich natural resources, Zhang Hong whispered to the captain Mr. Qin: "Africa is so good, why do these black people always suffer from poverty? I have never heard of an African country doing well."

Humph... Qin Weidong sneered, "It's just that Africa's life is so good, which has caused a lot of lazy people. I have been to Africa, and industrial civilization has been developing for three or four hundred years, but that place is still barren. Although the big country keeps investing in Africa, everyone is actually not at ease."

The two chatted in a low voice, and suddenly the little guy Qin Ming ran out and saluted: "Captain, we have arrived outside Angola. Judging from the horizon's landform, Luanda, the capital of Angola is three hundred kilometers away."

There were twelve advance teams, but Qin Ming was the thirteenth person who existed as an orderly soldier. After hearing Qin Ming's report, Qin Weidong rushed to the cockpit of the airship. There were large fixed telescopes in the cabin, and he could vaguely see the distant coast.

Without satellite navigation, the advance team can only confirm their location through inertial navigation. However, the technical guarantee allows them to yaw the distance of no more than one kilometer. Although the journey is long, everything is safe at present.

"Mr. Mugabe, contact your superior again. We will arrive in Luanda in four hours." Qin Weidong looked at his watch, "It was about three o'clock in the afternoon. We hope to get ground guidance."

Mugabe ran to operate the radio station with a long time. After Zhang Hong looked in the telescope, he looked at the distance and said, "What's the matter waiting for us on the ground?"

"What if it doesn't matter, don't have too much hope for those black people. Let's be ready for battle." Qin Weidong also walked to his cabin and sent the news of his arrival on the African coast back to Havana through a high-power radio station, and told him that for safety reasons, he would land after nightfall.

In Luanda, the capital of Angola, a depressed city is filled with silence and despair. The hungry population fell on the streets, some of which were dead, and some could only move their eyes. The sea breeze blew, and the ghostly cities were all kinds of plastic garbage flying around.

There are also many barricades built with vehicle wreckage in the city center. Behind the barricade are armed pickup trucks and black soldiers who are like wolves and tigers on the pickup trucks. These are the only vibrant creatures in the city, and these people do not look good.

Just after Mugabe's radio sent out the communication message, in the cathedral in the palace square in the city, a black man in a military uniform with a rifle put down his headphones and shouted loudly to the soldiers beside him: "Tell you good news, another fat sheep is about to fall into our palms!"

Yes..., the black soldiers cheered loudly without knowing the so-called "Sounds of black soldiers reverberated in the church. The black men in military uniform continued to shout: "The white-skinned pigs wanted to enslave us again with some help. We will never agree, and we will never allow them to come back."

Oh yeah...!

There was another loud cheer, and the fanatical people even shot directly in the church. The religious murals on the dome were broken, and the statue of Jesus was covered with bullet holes, and a large amount of gravel fell from the top of his head, but no one cared about it.

"Let's go, those idiots will arrive in four hours, and I will let them land at the airport. As long as they come down... hahaha! I can't wait." The black men in military uniform laughed wildly, and the crowds around them clamored.

Soon, more than twenty armed pickup trucks rushed out of the palace square in the city center and rushed all the way to Luanda Airport. On the road, many zombies shaking like hungry people rushed forward, waved their arms and prayed for some food. But the convoy mercilessly knocked them all away, regardless of life or death.

Luanda Airport is like a smashed supermarket. The empty waiting hall is in a mess, with a large number of remains of corpses everywhere. The armed pickup truck convoy rushed into it and waited. The leading black man in military uniform climbed the tower and glanced at the sky, trying to find something.

However, I just waited for it... I had no news about the "Fat Sheep" who said I would come at 3:00 in the afternoon. There was no response from the radio contact. The entire airport was quiet, and many armed personnel began to complain about hunger.

"Shut up all of them! Be patient when waiting for the 'fat sheep'. I believe they must have arrived, but they didn't appear out of some concern. The 'fat sheep' said that they brought a lot of supplies, and just grab them is enough for us to eat for a long time."

The black man in a military uniform scolded him sternly to calm his subordinates, and at the same time he used the harvest he had not yet obtained to boost morale. But he just waited for it to be dark.

The airport was dark at night, with only more than twenty bonfires lit on both sides of the runway. The people in the armed convoy seemed extremely depressed, and even the leading black men in the military uniform began to wonder if they had made some mistakes.

At this moment, the airship that had been wandering in the sky for a long time landed on an open space five kilometers away from the airport. Zhang Hong, wearing a night vision instrument, drove out his Type 75 recoilless cannon from the pod, and the No. 7 or 8 people squeezed into the jeep.

Qin Weidong arranged four subordinates to guard the airship and then drove to the airport. Under the full color vision of the night vision, the capital of Angola was like a place of bones.

"There are too many dead people." Old Harris looked at the road outside the car. The road was covered with white bones. The wheels were rolled up and made a squeaking sound. The advance team on the car looked up at the four fields, and even saw a little bit of phosphorus fire.

"The temperature in Africa is 30 to 40 degrees Celsius all year round, and people here will be too cold to bear it at 20 degrees Celsius. The nuclear winter at minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius will cause them to die in an instant." Chief Richard talked a few words, and he took the archer out of the car and sneaked into the night 800 meters away from the airport.
Chapter completed!