A group of armed thugs crowded in front of the hotel for a burly black man carrying a dilapidated AK47 on his back, clamoring to take over the hotel and set up his own headquarters here.

Paul patiently advised the waiter to bring them crates of cold beer, while the militiamen continued to drink beer at the door, never giving up until they reached their goal.

The San Juan Hotel is a sprawling four-star hotel with countless fine wines and delicacies, luxurious spring mattresses and large bathtubs, CCTV and air-conditioning, beautiful waitresses, and gold and silver jewelry in safes, all of which are coveted by the militiamen.

Therefore, Paul's plea did not have any effect, but aroused the anger of the militia, the black man knocked Paul to the ground with a fist, took off the AK47 and pulled the bolt back and forth to intimidate him, and the rest of the people swarmed in, and the waiters with baseball bats in the hotel did not dare to stop them, and watched the mob rush in.

The Caye refugees in the hall were frightened, some of the children screamed, the nightmare was about to repeat, the adults closed their eyes in pain, this was the last safe island, and they had no way back.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, a red cloud bloomed on the forehead of the big black man, planted on the ground without saying a word, the blood slowly penetrated the ground, the rioters were shocked, looking around to find the murderer, the gunshot rang out again, a person fell, and then turned into a short point shot, bullets and flesh, the militia scattered in a hurry, and ran clean in less than ten seconds.

The gun was opened by Liu Ziguang, he had two captured FnFa1 automatic rifles, forty naTo 7.62mm bullets, this gun has a long range, great power, suitable for use as a sniper rifle, he shot condescendingly from the rooftop, and the militiamen who had no military literacy could not see him, let alone fight back.

A crisis was resolved, but a bigger crisis was yet to come, and the militia could come back at any time, and at this time thousands of men, women, and children had gathered in the hotel, both Caye and Wendu, and this was a catastrophe regardless of ethnicity, and General Kuba wanted to take this opportunity to purge the cultural class of all Western Sadamoa so that he could control it easily.

Sitting still is not the way, Liu Ziguang found Paul and asked him to act as his interpreter, shouting to the refugees that there is no hope of waiting for others to rescue, and the only way now is to arm himself and protect himself.

Most of the refugees are intellectuals in San Juan, and most of them are powerless, but when their wives and children are threatened by their lives, these weak people have no choice but to come forward, and it is much more convenient for someone to organize, Liu Ziguang divided them into three teams according to their age groups, one team of young and middle-aged people acted as the backbone, the old and weak acted as a reserve team, and the women and children of the wounded formed a wartime mutual aid group, breaking the shackles of family boundaries and forming a large army of refugees.

In such a chaotic situation, someone came out to lead, and everyone suddenly had a backbone, Liu Ziguang gave orders in an orderly manner, Paul helped him translate into various languages, the refugees did as he said with great cooperation, and the food and drinking water in the hotel were all sealed, and the wartime rationing system was implemented.

Among the 1,500 refugees, how can hundreds of young people be singled out, but weapons are difficult to find, but Liu Ziguang has long set his eyes on the garden fence wall of the hotel, demolished the iron fence, and cut it with a chainsaw, that is, ready-made spears, all the knives in the kitchen are taken out and divided, as well as various fireworks, shotguns from the security department, plus baseball bats, golf clubs, etc., there is no suspense in arming a force with a mixture of hot and cold weapons.

After the men and horses were formed, they were divided into several teams to guard various positions in the hotel, and they could be contacted by walkie-talkie if there was an emergency, and there was an elite spearman of fifty people in the lobby of the hotel on standby at any time, and some white men who could use guns were organized to stand guard upstairs with shotguns and act as fire support.

Liu Ziguang is strategic, fluent, like a general commanding thousands of troops, and even Mr. Wood admires the five-body throw, saying that his demeanor is directly comparable to Colonel Faulkner, a well-known Western mercenary in Africa in the sixties.

Captain Gu also looked at Liu Ziguang, who was in command, and muttered, "If he is not a soldier, then I am not a doctor." ”

Liu Ziguang's arrangement has paid off, at least the refugees are no longer panicked, the night is coming again, the city is dark, the electricity supply and running water have long been stopped, the restaurant is flooded with a large number of refugees, drinking water and food are close to running out, and now they have begun to drink the water in the swimming pool.

The motors are still working, but they only provide lighting in a few key areas, such as the gate, the makeshift operating room, etc., the wound on Dr. Victoria's leg has been stitched up, Fang Fei is taking care of her, it should be fine, she is still muttering in a coma that she wants to hand over the photos of the massacre to the Associated Press.

Liu Ziguang patrolled the courtyard of the hotel with a rifle on his back, although the hotel has a monitoring probe, but that is only useful in peacetime, and now that it is so chaotic outside, the best way is not to sit in the monitoring room and stare at the screen, but to patrol with a gun.

In the middle of the night, there were bursts of gunfire in the streets of San Juan, and after a day and a night of looting, the beastliness of the mob was greatly unleashed, but the situation became worse and worse, because as time went on, General Kouba would integrate these scattered militias, and the refugees in the hotel would not be able to save their lives.

Liu Ziguang had his own plan, and in the dead of night, he quietly walked out of the hotel with several people, walking along the street of San Juan along the wall, these people were the director of the San Juan telephone office, the hotel's electrician, the French biologist Anna, and a black boy who volunteered.

They went to the computer room of the telecommunications bureau to see if there was any possibility of repairing the line, and the streets were not peaceful in the middle of the night, sometimes pickup trucks full of militia drove wildly, bonfires were lit in the middle of the streets, and countless figures danced wildly, mixed with the screams of women and the wild laughter of thugs.

There is no danger along the way, after arriving at the telephone bureau, the director checked the switch in the computer room, and now a large number of equipment has been destroyed, and the line is broken, but it is not impossible to repair it, so a group of people quickly started work, Liu Ziguang was on guard with a gun, and the electrician was busy wiring in it, there was no lighting, so he lit a candle to work, and after an hour of hard work, the line was finally connected.

When it was Anna's turn, she dialed the switchboard of the telephone office in Luanda, and when the phone was connected, the surprise in the other party's voice could be clearly heard, and the operator helped Anna connect to the phone of the French Embassy, and the other party answered after only one ring.

Anna spoke urgently in French for a long time, and finally hung up the phone and said: "The international community has been paying attention here, the French government has officially activated the emergency plan, a company of paratroopers of the Foreign Legion is rushing to San Juan, and it will probably arrive at the airport tomorrow, sir, we are saved!" ”

There was a low cheer, everyone high-fived each other to celebrate, and just about to leave, the director said wait, and then connected the line to the hotel's switchboard, so that the embassy could be dialed directly from the hotel.

When he returned to the hotel and told the good news, his morale was immediately high and he was jubilant, and Paul even asked Liu Ziguang for permission, then opened the wine cabinet and took out champagne to celebrate.

The difficult night finally passed, a red sun rose on the sea, and a new day began, although the air was still filled with the smell of burning tires, and there were gunshots echoing in the distance, but everyone's hearts were no longer lifeless, everyone cheered up, packed up, helped the old and the young, sent the old, weak, sick and disabled to the car, and the young and middle-aged armed with weapons to escort them, and the convoy was about to leave, but Paul chose to stay.

"Won't you come with us?" Liu Ziguang asked him.

"I can't go, the San Juan Hotel has everything I have, I belong here." Paul replied calmly.

"The thugs are going to kill you."

"I'm from the Wendu clan, so there won't be any danger." Paul smiled faintly, and for the first time spoke of his own people.

Liu Ziguang patted him on the shoulder heavily, and only said one word: "Take care!" ”

The convoy drove mightily through the streets of San Juan, and in the face of this large force of dozens of cars and more than 1,000 people, the ordinary militia did not dare to come to provoke at all, and the slightly larger militia tried to attack, but were repelled by accurate shooting and firecracker shells.

After a few skirmishes, there were casualties in the ranks, but everyone still gritted their teeth and tried to move towards the airport, the road was lined with burned cars and charred corpses hanging from the eaves, and what they saw was shocking, if it wasn't for the San Juan Hotel sheltering them, these refugees would have been tortured and killed and hung under the eaves to show the public.

Pushing away the wreckage of the car and removing the trunks of the trees that were blocking the road, the convoy trudged through the reinforced concrete jungle with difficulty, and suddenly a group of soldiers appeared in front, and the large-caliber machine guns set up on the pickup truck swept into the sky, and the soldiers also raised their rifles.

The militia gathered from all sides, shouting feverishly, brandishing machetes and clubs, beating war drums, and the militiamen were not eating dry food for nothing, so many Caille people were hiding in the San Juan Hotel, they naturally knew for a long time, waiting for this opportunity to lure the snake out of the hole and catch it all.

There are interceptions in front and chasing soldiers in the back, the situation is urgent, Liu Ziguang's palms holding the gun are sweating, facing the regular army and thousands of bloodthirsty militia, but he only has a few guns, those young people with spears are untrained, and the fight will definitely collapse at the touch of a button, and when the time comes, he can only try to keep the medical team and withdraw out.

Another barrage of gunfire, government soldiers firing into the air to stop the commotion, and then the legendary General Kuba appeared, dressed in camouflage uniform, with a cane under his arm, and large sunglasses stuck in his face, much colder than the image on TV.

Kuba's appearance made the militia frenzied again, thousands of people rhythmically clapped their hands and shouted slogans, intoxicated, Kuba promised not to hold them accountable for murder and arson, and announced the legalization of the looted property in the past few days, which has won the fanatical support of the mob, and now as long as Kuba says a word, these people will go to the soup and fire.

The general got out of the car, just glanced at this side, waved his hand, and got back into the car, Liu Ziguang knew that the battle was about to start, he looked back at Fang Fei, Fang Fei was also staring at him, looking at each other, Liu Ziguang's calm and resolute gaze made Fang Fei's heart settle, and made a victory gesture towards him.

The refugees began to cry, surrounded by groups, the possibility of escaping was very small, and they were about to die tragically under the swords and axes of the Wendu people, and they were all saying goodbye before they died.

The whites were even more panicked, they had expected to escape from San Juan today, but they knew that they were intercepted halfway, and now it was over, and there were no eggs under the nest, and when the militia charged, no one cared about their skin color or nationality.

The white people are silently reciting God, but the comrades of the medical team are calm and terrible, they can be selected from thousands of people to help foreign countries, they are naturally the top people in each unit, both the professional level and the psychological quality are very good, the comrades have already written a suicide note, and at this time it was handed over to Captain Gu, Wang Guozhong also took out a banknote and put it in the envelope, and said with a wry smile: "Old Gu, I forgot to pay the party fee this month......

Captain Gu tied up these letters, put them in a waterproof plastic bag, and handed them to Liu Ziguang: "Xiao Liu, you don't care about us when the fight starts, take Fang Fei first, and if you have the opportunity, give this to the organization." ”

Liu Ziguang took the plastic bag and nodded solemnly, Captain Gu smiled, and took out a beautifully shaped wooden comb from his personal pocket and said: "My daughter will celebrate her sixteenth birthday next month, and I, as a mother, have prepared a gift but can't hand it over to her personally, you can help me give it to her, and then say sorry to her for me." ”

Speaking of this, several girls couldn't cry anymore, Liu Ziguang held the comb tightly, and couldn't say a word with a heavy heart.

As soon as the battle was touched, the militia could no longer bear the killing, the noise shook the earth, and the unique tongue-curling roar in the Wendu native language made people extremely uneasy, Liu Ziguang opened the rifle safe, as long as the other party started to attack, he would use a long point to shoot the car in Kuba, strive to kill the president, create chaos, and then kill a bloody way.

Just as the militia was about to move, five French Panhard VB1 armored reconnaissance vehicles roared in, the French tricolor flag fluttered on the whip antenna, and the Foreign Legion soldiers in berets bared their bodies and held machine guns.

As a former captain of the government army, President Kuba is well aware of the power of the French Foreign Legion, and without the intervention of the troops from the French mainland, the 13th Regiment stationed in Djibouti alone can destroy Western Sadamoa with two companies.

For a while, the cheers shook the sky, and everyone shouted Long live France, and pounced on them to kiss the soldiers of the Foreign Legion.