On the night of the reconquest of San Juan, a freighter arrived at the Chinese-controlled port of San Juan and unloaded a number of mysterious boxes from the ship with the English logo of the artificial rain enhancement system.

The boxes were lifted onto trucks, and the convoy was escorted by armed soldiers into the city of San Juan overnight, where it rained heavily during the night, the streets were washed very clean, the trucks' green tarpaulins were soaked by the rain, and in the streets of the dark night, soldiers in rubber raincoats stood quietly, guarding the safety of the country.

The convoy stopped in a large courtyard, and the soldiers carried the boxes into an empty house, which was large in size and only a few lonely workbenches, where Liu Ziguang, dressed in military uniform, had been waiting for a long time.

"Wengong, welcome to Africa, it's been hard all the way." Liu Ziguang shook hands cordially with the middle-aged man who got out of the car.

It was Lao Wen, the on-site commissioning engineer of the Chenguang Factory, who never dreamed that Liu Ziguang was still alive, and he was the customer of this batch of cruise missiles, and his mouth couldn't close in surprise, when he saw Ye Zhiqiu on the side, he seemed to understand something, and said with a smile: "Xiao Ye, you guys are working together to lie to me!" ”

After a brief greeting, Liu Ziguang introduced: "The target is hiding in a secret camp in Congo, and the specific coordinates have been mastered by us, but the army cannot cross the border to strike, and the fighter jets cannot be dispatched, so we can only count on the missiles made by our Chenguang Factory to take their heads hundreds of miles away." ”

Lao Wen said: "I have already assembled the missiles on the ship, and now I only need to input data to fight, since there are no civilians in the area where the target is located, in order to ensure the results of the battle to make up for the error, you can launch multiple missiles at one time to cover the target area with firepower, and the soldiers are very fast, let's start now." ”

One by one, the missiles were moved out of the box, the guidance system was connected to the computer, the combat data were entered, and they were busy until dawn, when the rain had stopped overnight, and the air was very fresh, and everyone moved the missiles to the rooftop and loaded them into the launch racks, a total of 20 cruise missiles, which left the launch rail with flames one after another, and disappeared into the night sky one after another.

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In the Congo, a neighbor of Western Sadamoa, armed conflicts continue. R has a secret camp here, where the remnants of General Gordon and General Kuba, who have been evacuated from the Western Kingdom, rest.

Gordon reported the war to his employer, and instead of blaming the general, Mr. Thorpe promised to add two million dollars to help Gordon recruit new soldiers and buy weapons, in a word, to continue the war at all costs.

To be honest, Gordon didn't like the stupid and brutal guy who killed the king's messenger and cut off his head and sent him back, which may have shown determination and force in the Middle Ages, but the only thing that could have done it in the age of the information explosion was to tell the world that I was an executioner, a butcher.

Of course Gordon didn't say anything, he was just a mercenary, whoever paid him to do the work. Dozens of mercenaries borrowed from R's headquarters had already arrived at the camp by plane, and Gordon had decided to take his troops back to Western Sadamoa tomorrow.

There is a reason why the camp was chosen in the Congo, Western Sadamowa is a small country with no strategic depth at all, and the Congo is also in the midst of war, and the government army has no time to take care of these trivial matters.

These like to fight, let them all go to hell, General Gordon spat out, today he lost a dozen elite soldiers, and he was really depressed.

Even more depressed than him was General Kuba, the former dictator was no longer the high-spirited captain of the government army at the beginning, during his days in exile in the United States, he ate hay sea every day, and the high-calorie junk food raised him into a big fat man of 150 kilograms, and it was difficult to walk, let alone march to fight.

The remnants of Kuba's men were completely wiped out in today's battle, and there were only a dozen hardcore followers left by his side, and from their eyes, Kuba found uneasiness and hesitation, if before, he would have shot these people immediately, but now it was different, he had to rely on them, or there would be no one to serve him.

In the middle of the night, one of Kuba's entourage climbed out of the tent, took out his portable GPS to check the coordinates he was in, made a call on a satellite phone, and then crept to the camp wall, where he was caught by General Gordon's men when he tried to climb out.

The entourage was sent to General Gordon, and after a few words, he was exposed, and the general ordered torture, and after some torture, this guy finally told the truth, it turned out that he had already been bribed by the Martin government, lurking around General Kuba, and betraying the information at a critical moment, just now he reported to Martin the exact coordinates of the camp.

General Gordon sneered, God help me, if the enemy wants to touch the camp, then let them go and have no return, he arranged it overnight, it was both a mine and a sniper, and the camp was like an iron bucket.

In the early morning, an observation post lying on a large tree reported to General Gordon over a walkie-talkie that several aircraft of unknown type had flown in the west, which seemed to be unmanned reconnaissance planes and cruise missiles.

General Gordon, who was patrolling outside the camp, was shocked, whether it was a drone or a cruise missile, it was not something that a small country of the level of Western Sadamoa could afford to play, could it be said that a certain big country had begun to interfere, in that case, . R don't play, because you can't fight at all.

He hurriedly ordered the entire army to withdraw, but it was too late, and twenty cruise missiles smashed into the camp like dumplings, each carrying a 30-kilogram warhead, and 20 was 600 kilograms, and the camp suddenly turned into a sea of fire.

A few minutes later, General Gordon shook off the dust and tent fragments and climbed up from the ground, the camp had been blown to a scorched earth, and General Kuba's bones were gone. A large number of weapons and ammunition from the R headquarters also exploded, and the soldiers died before they could see the enemy.

Now he's the Commander of the Light Pole again.

The angry General Gordon broke the news to European and American reporters that the Western Sadamoan side, with the help of China's strength, used cruise missiles to murder Kuba and more than 50 of his subordinates, which was not a normal act of war, but a crime.

The Western Sadamoean side denied that the operation had anything to do with China, but at the same time it generously announced that the Western Army carried out a military operation codenamed "Kicking the Ass" in the early hours of the morning, attacking the Kuba military camp in Congo with cruise missiles, killing General Kuba and his mercenaries who had committed crimes against humanity.

With the arrival of the United Nations peacekeeping police, Prime Minister Peres, who had been evacuated to the border area, had to lay down his arms and declare an armistice, but he still asked for the results of the election to be recognized and succeeded as prime minister, and the king replied that the election must be reconvened under the supervision of the United Nations, and that an investigation team should be set up before the investigation team was set up to thoroughly investigate the death of José.

A day later, Perez announced that he would accept a new election, and he returned to San Juan, where the civil war subsided.

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The United Nations peacekeeping police force, composed of Chinese, Pakistani and Tanzanian police, has finally moved into Western Sadamoa to maintain order in San Juan, collect civilian weapons and help the Spanish government train new police forces.

The peacekeeping police headquarters are located in a white building in downtown San Juan, which was formerly the building of the Ministry of Commerce of Western Sadamoa, and the police officers began patrolling without rest.

Since the armored vehicles had not yet arrived, the peacekeepers had to patrol on foot, so Hu Rong was assigned to the second echelon of patrols, marching west along San Juan Avenue to the beach.

The weather in Africa is extremely hot, and the peacekeepers wear body armor and blue steel helmets with the letters UN written on them in white paint, and walk along the sides of the street with small arms in hand.

The buildings of San Juan are mostly two colors, yellow and white, the houses are low, two or three stories at most, the San Juan Hotel by the sea is only twenty stories high, even if it is a small view of the mountains, the streets are dusty, wild dogs are scurrying around, the white sun is shining on the people who can't open their eyes, the cars come and go, there are all kinds of cars, there are classic cars from the seventies and eighties, and the latest luxury cars, and the black people wear colorful cheap Chinese-made textiles, looking at these people wearing blue helmets with curious eyes.

The streets are littered with traces of war, with bullet holes in the walls, bullet casings piled up in the corners, and even car wreckage left uncleaned in the middle of the road, sandbags and barbed wire fences everywhere.

A wheeled armored vehicle drove slowly past the front, and on the car sat soldiers of the Western Sadamoa Royalist Army, wearing a single green military uniform, canvas military boots, wearing Chinese-made 80 helmets, and holding North Korean-made automatic rifles.

"Pay attention to diplomatic etiquette." The captain said softly, the team members waved their hands in return, and the armored car went away with black smoke, but Hu Rong muttered in her heart, why is this armored car so familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

Continuing to patrol ahead, there is a magnificent group of sculptures in the center of the city, which is said to have been built to commemorate the heroes who emerged during the San Juan massacre.

The team members lined up to salute the statue and offered a wreath made of birds of paradise, and suddenly Hu Rong pointed to the statue and said seriously: "I know that person." ”

Everyone laughed, thinking that Xiaohu was joking,