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Chapter 246 Bombing (Eighth)

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

A series of sharp abnormal noises sounded above the heads of the anti-government militants, causing the group of blacks who had just escaped to ascend to heaven to raise their heads in confusion, and looked around in confusion, wondering what the enemy was up to.

When some experienced veterans heard the voice above their heads, their faces changed drastically, and they stood up quickly, shouting: "Bombardment, bombardment, run, run!"

After finishing speaking, he ran forward desperately, pushing away his comrades like crazy, wanting to escape from this place as soon as possible.

"Run, run!"

"Help!"

"I'm getting out of here!"

"Pearl bless!"

Some people started to pray frantically, and some people started to flee frantically again, wanting to leave here. The anti-government militants who had restored a little order once again became chaotic, and a group of people frantically moved towards the distant place. Running around, crowded backwards desperately.

In order to escape, this group of people don't care at all now. No matter who is in front of them, they will push and squeeze away. As long as they block their way of escape, they are obstacles. Some black people even pointed their guns at themselves. comrades.

"boom!"

The first artillery shell fell on the ground, and a huge explosion directly killed a group of black people, but it was not over yet, more shells fell from the sky, falling continuously among the crowd, one shell after another , Harvesting the lives of groups of black people.

High in the sky, Yu Zhiqian's drone clearly recorded these images, one piece after another of black people fell down continuously, as if red flowers suddenly bloomed in a black wave.

"Increase the shooting angle by two degrees, shoot quickly, release!"

After Yu Zhiqian watched the movement of the blacks, he immediately gave the shelling order again. After receiving Yu Zhiqian's order, the old Raman immediately began to give orders to the group of blacks: "Raise twice, that is, turn right twice, and then give I fired at least ten rounds of shelling within 1 minute!"

"Yes!"

Speaking fighting terms with black people is basically playing the piano to the cows. Don't expect them to understand. Old Raman explained it to the 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, is not very fast for mortars. If the quality of the barrel is not a problem, some skilled gunners can fire close to twenty rounds, but for black people, doubling requires them to It may not be possible to complete.

Mortars are like a reminder. Every time the anti-government militants shelled, groups of black people fell down, and the people who were injured were also killed by the explosion. Lying on the ground waiting to die.

In just one minute, after the seven or eight rounds of shelling ended, there were not many blacks in the entire open space who could stand up. Those who were killed did not suffer any pain, and those who were injured lay down. They kept wailing and screaming on the ground, but no one responded to them.

There are also some scavenging birds hovering in the sky. These birds are like sharks that smell blood. Where there are corpses, there are traces of them.

Behind the anti-government armed forces, the black leader named Kaval listened to the reports of his subordinates with a livid face: "Didn't it say that a government army of several hundred people occupied Jibion, where did this army come from?"

"No, I don't know, we didn't get any news!"

"What about the casualties of the vanguard?"

"do not know!"

"Damn it, you don't know anything!" Kaval wanted to kill this guy with a single shot, but he held back and took a long breath: "Send someone to investigate, how many government troops are there? Send out the tank battalion behind and rush over there forcefully, we can't waste too much time here, otherwise the government army will bite us to death!"

"Yes!"

Just after Kaval gave an order here, a dozen black spots appeared in the sky in the distance, and a dozen sorties of old-fashioned bombers appeared in midair and flew towards the rebel troops.

"Captain, is there an order from above for us to bomb something?"

"Destroy the armored troops on the opposite side as much as possible, support our interception troops, and ensure that all these bastards are buried here!"

"received!"

It takes two hours for the bombers to fly over from Windhoek. When Yu Zhiqian received that the enemy was about an hour away from his place, he had already called for air support, preparing for the enemy to attack his area by force. Cause a wave of devastating blows and delay the offensive rhythm of the anti-government forces.

Unexpectedly, the scene has now developed into a one-sided massacre. Whether these air forces come or not will have the same effect.

"Captain, all the enemies below are densely packed. I feel like I can kill hundreds of people with one bomb!"

"Give priority to armored targets, and then bomb people later, prepare to drop bombs!"

"Received by machine number one!"

"Number [-] received!"

"..."

"Airplane, run!"

After the anti-government armed personnel on the ground saw the plane appearing in the sky, they screamed in horror again, and began to spread out in all directions. The blacks who were still crowded on the same road all fled to the two sides, but when they found the bomber, It was too late, and before they could disperse, these bombers flew over their heads.

Although it was the priority to bomb the enemy's armored forces, some bomber pilots dropped bombs at crowded places on the ground. Aerial bombs fell from the belly of the aircraft and finally landed among the crowd.

"boom!"

The explosion sound was several times louder than the mortar explosion, and its power was much greater. After the explosion, the huge impact ratio directly blew some thin black people around into the air, and then fell to the ground hard , after rolling a few laps on the ground, it stopped moving.

"boom!"

The sound of explosions one after another, from a high altitude, looks like the earth is blooming, mixed with the corpses of rebel soldiers, dazzling

The militants in the middle of the explosion were even more miserable. The power of the explosion tore them into pieces, and even the corpses could not be found. Occasionally, someone survived and left a torso, which proved that this person once existed in the world.

"General, government bombers!"

After Kaval's men found the bomber, they took Kaval out of the car and ran towards the open space in the distance. Now they don't care about the troops, the most important thing is to survive.

(End of this chapter)