The 13th Regiment of the French Foreign Legion was stationed in Djibouti on the Cape of the Red Sea, and was the closest French team to the incident site, and their appearance made the refugees rejoice and rekindle their hopes, but after the ecstasy, everyone appeared, only five light wheeled armored vehicles and a dozen Foreign Legion soldiers came.

Without further ado, everyone immediately marched towards the airport, the armored vehicles of the Foreign Legion were responsible for opening the road and the rear of the hall, looking at the red, blue and white tricolor flag, the Wendu militia only dared to follow, did not dare to approach, and there was no danger along the way, and finally arrived at San Juan International Airport.

The airport has been taken over by the Foreign Legion, and legionnaires in French camouflage uniforms and berets stand guard at the entrance of the terminal with Fatas rifles.

After entering the airport, Liu Ziguang saw that something was wrong, there were only two planes parked on the runway, both of which were C13O Hercules transport planes of the French Air Force, this kind of tactical transport plane could only carry one hundred and twenty soldiers, and even if it was carried, it could only stuff thirty or forty more people in, but now there are 1,500 refugees on the airport!

San Juan Airport has old facilities, the runway is in disrepair, and it is not possible to take off and land large jets, and it is correct to choose this kind of military transport aircraft that can take off and land on the field runway, but the military did not take into account that there would be so many refugees, and the bailiff in charge of the rescue mission was also dumbfounded when he saw the black crowd.

After a brief communication with the headquarters, the major made a decision that foreign passport holders and elderly and infirm women and children would be given priority to board the plane, while the others would wait for the next group of rescues.

As soon as this decision came out, the refugees were in an uproar, everyone knew what the result would be at this moment, the thousands of Wendu militia outside would never allow them to leave alive, just wait for the French soldiers to leave, they will rush in and chop the refugees into pulp.

In desperation, the soldiers of the Foreign Legion had no choice but to surround the human wall to protect the white people from boarding first, and the passengers with European passports hurried to the plane with their luggage. Wood held the little black child in his arms, dragged his luggage, and looked back as he walked, and Anna looked back from time to time with tears in her eyes, helplessly looking at the poor refugees.

The soldier raised his rifle and shouted: "gogogo! "Directing the passengers to board the plane, while opening the tail hatch of the other plane, drove the Panhad armored reconnaissance vehicle on.

Liu Ziguang immediately understood that the Foreign Legion was going to be evacuated, so they would not care about the life or death of these Caye blacks, and the evacuation of European refugees was their first task.

China's foreign-aid medical teams, as an organized organization, have been caring for the sick and wounded among the refugees, rather than scrambling to board the plane, and when it is their turn, there are only a few seats left on the plane.

The magistrate looked at his watch and urged them, "Hurry up, there are still five positions." ”

But the medical team had a full twenty people, including six female doctors and nurses, and at the critical moment, Fang Fei stood up and said: "Sisters, you go, I will stay!" ”

"No, I'll stay, you go!" Captain Gu immediately objected.

"Captain Gu, let's go, your husband and daughter are still waiting for you at home, I'll just be with him." Fang Fei said and pulled Liu Ziguang's arm, looking satisfied.

"I'm the leader of the medical team, and I'm responsible for everyone's safety, how can I go first." Captain Gu insisted.

"Lao Gu, let's go, I'm here." Wang Guozhong made the final decision, and pushed Gu Xiuying to the plane without saying anything, but now Mai Jiaxuan had already taken the first step and occupied the last position.

"Mak Ka Hin, how did you go up? Come down and get the lesbians on. Wang Guozhong reprimanded sternly.

"If you want to be a hero, I won't do it, and no one wants me to go down." Mak Jiaxuan shouted like crazy, and as soon as the words fell, a soldier of the Foreign Legion raised his leg and kicked him down, scolded the coward, and reached out to pull Captain Gu up.

The propeller of the Hercules transport plane had already turned, and after the crew closed the hatch, the plane began to taxi, and Mak Jiaxuan ran behind and cried: "Don't leave me, I don't want to stay here!" ”

The French soldiers are gone, the Europeans are gone, only African refugees and Chinese medical teams are left on the empty airfield, and the Wendu militia is slowly approaching, the cruel faces are close at hand, and the cold glow on the machete makes people's hearts cold.

Fang Fei involuntarily held Liu Ziguang's hand and asked him in a trembling voice, "What now?" ”

Liu Ziguang held Fang Fei's hand tightly and said, "What else can I do, run!" ”

As he spoke, he took the lead in pulling Fang Fei towards the end of the runway, and the refugees also scattered in a hurry, fleeing in all directions, and the Wendu militia could finally kill unscrupulously.

The comrades of the medical team all followed Liu Ziguang wildly, only Fang Fei was left among the female comrades, and the rest were strong men, and they acted quickly, only Mai Jiaxuan was frightened because of his two legs, and he was far behind, he wailed and asked others to pull him, but because he was usually domineering and selfish, no one paid attention to him.

The Wendu militia caught up with Mak Jiaxuan, and the machete fell fiercely, and poor Dr. Mak was reduced to a pile of meat in just a few minutes.

The refugees who could not run were also chased and hacked to death by the militiamen, their belongings were snatched away, and the screams on the airport turned into hell on earth.

More refugees followed Liu Ziguang and they ran to the end of the runway, because it was a primeval jungle, and when they entered the jungle, the militiamen were not easy to chase, they ran out of breath, and looked back at the pursuers from time to time.

"I ...... I can't run. Fang Fei suddenly stopped, his face was flushed, and he was out of breath, Liu Ziguang encouraged: "Hold on a little longer, it's almost there." ”

"My lungs are going to explode, and I can't run." Fang Fei waved his hand, his face was painful, Liu Ziguang didn't say a word, he picked up Fang Fei and put it on his shoulder and continued to run wildly.

The group of refugees finally ran to the end of the runway, but they all stopped and cried out in horror.

From the jungle poured out a large crowd of black pressurized people, dressed in different costumes and weapons, some wearing cheap Chinese textiles, some wearing tribal grass skirts, some carrying bows, arrows and spears, and some with AK47s.

It's the militia! They planted an ambush here, and the last hope of the refugees was dashed, and they sat down on the ground exhausted, never to run again, and left themselves to their fate.

"Liu Ziguang, are we going to die?" Fang Fei hugged Liu Ziguang's neck tightly and asked with a crying voice in his voice.

"No, silly girl, hold me tight!" Liu Ziguang also complained bitterly in his heart, he was not Changshan Zhao Zilong, he could kill seven in and seven out of the Ten Thousand Horse Army, and it was fortunate to be able to keep Fang Fei rushing out, and the rest of the medical team members and refugees could only fend for themselves.

The militiamen who rushed out of the jungle had hideous faces, their faces were painted with white and red oil paint, and they swooped over waving weapons, Liu Ziguang was just about to raise his gun, and suddenly a familiar face appeared in front of him, it was Chen Martin!

Liu Ziguang put down the gun, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Saved." ”

The Caye rebels have finally arrived.

These two astronomical militias dealt with unarmed innocent people, killing them was like killing chickens and slaughtering sheep, and suddenly encountered the Kaye rebels full of hatred, and they couldn't turn around for a while, and were caught off guard, many militiamen were hacked to death on the spot, and the rest were immediately scattered.

Accompanying Chen Martin was Li Jianguo, a former high-ranking non-commissioned officer of the PLA Special Forces dressed like an authentic Rhodesian light infantry, with a Penny hat, a British broken leaf camouflage uniform, an FnFa1 carbine, sunglasses on his face, and a cigarette in his mouth.

When the old comrades-in-arms met, there was no need to talk nonsense, just a warm hug, Fang Fei's eyes widened and asked, "Aren't you the one from the Jiangbei Night Market?" ”

Li Jianguo smiled, patted Liu Ziguang's shoulder to the side, and didn't explain anything.

"Alright, let's see how we get out of here." Liu Ziguang picked up his rifle and pulled Fang Fei towards the hangar. San Juan International Airport has three vaulted hangars, all with huge iron locks hanging at the doors, Liu Ziguang picked up his rifle to break the iron locks, opened the hangar door and saw a small Cessna propeller plane parked inside.

The small plane was certainly not enough, so he opened a second hangar, in which were parked three dusty fuel trucks, which seemed to have not been used for a long time.

In the third hangar, there is finally a usable large aircraft, which is the old Jenny that Liu Ziguang has ridden, and the fuselage livery of DC3 has not been changed, and it seems that the work efficiency of the military government is very low.

"Wow! What a beautiful plane. Fang Fei covered his mouth and exclaimed.

Liu Ziguang stretched out his fingers and made a silent gesture, he picked up his rifle and tiptoed to a door in the corner of the hangar, suddenly raised his foot and kicked the door open, and rushed in with his gun.

In the cramped tool room, old Mulligan struggled in vain, with his hands and feet tied and rags stuffed in his mouth.

Seeing that it was Liu Ziguang who came in, Ma Ligen stopped struggling, his eyes were full of anticipation, Liu Ziguang picked up the gun and said with a smile: "Ma Ligan, I didn't expect us to meet again, don't you mind driving Old Jenny to send us out of this ghost place." ”

Mulligan nodded wildly, Liu Ziguang took out the rag in his mouth, cut the rope, and Malegen began to curse the black policemen at the airport, saying that these scoundrels were unreasonable at all, and they actually confiscated Old Jenny without saying anything, and injured him Yunyun.

Fang Fei appeared at the door, looking curiously at this chattering white old man, Ma Ligen looked at Fang Fei and asked, "This is your girlfriend, what a lovely beauty, if I were you, I would be so crazy." ”

Liu Ziguang and Ma Ligen dragged the plane out of the hangar together, the killing on the runway had come to an end, the Wendu militia was driven cleanly, the blood stains on the asphalt runway were shocking, and the comrades of the medical team used a basin to pack up Mak Jiaxuan's body, so that they would take him back to China even if they died.

With the assistance of black refugees, the bodies and luggage on the runway were cleaned up, DC3 was filled with fuel, and all the medical team boarded the plane, but Liu Ziguang chose to stay.

"I'm going to see our industry." Liu Ziguang gently wiped the tears on Fang Fei's face and said.

"It's too dangerous here, come back quickly, I'll wait for you at home." Fang Fei raised his face and said, the little face of the pear blossom with rain is pitiful.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, I'll have kebabs with me." Liu Ziguang squeezed his eyes, pinched Fang Fei's face, turned to Ma Ligen and said, "I'm sorry I didn't have the money to pay you, I think you'll like this." ”

As he spoke, he took off the Ic Pilot's Watch on his wrist and handed it to him, but Mulligan was not polite and took it and said, "I regard it as a gift from you, you don't object to it, and as for the reward, let him hell with it." ”

The old Douglas DC3 airliner took to the skies, and the foreign aid medical team finally ended their trip to the African bush and embarked on the road home.