If Dante's Divine Comedy depicts the scene of hell, then at this time, both sides of the Namibian national highway are purgatory in the midst of hell.

——Taken from "Yu Zhiqian's Memoirs"

"Bullets!"

Xiong let out a loud mouth and yelled at the subordinates beside him, the chain of five hundred rounds had been exhausted just now, but he still pulled the trigger like crazy, and after Yu Zhiqian saw it, he kicked him, and then he came to his senses.

After standing up on the ground, Xiong Da opened the magazine box with great force, ready to continue shooting, Yu Zhiqian looked at Xiong Da who had regained his senses, and then continued to shoot with confidence, no, it should be called slaughter.

Before, Yu Zhiqian was still worried that tens of thousands of people would attack the position he was defending, and he was simply tired of coping, but now he realized that he was thinking too much, and he really thought too much.

Yu Zhiqian expected that the blacks would retreat in an orderly manner, and after finding that they were ambushed, they might retreat backwards, and then regroup to attack.

But that refers to a disciplined and strong army, such as elite troops such as the PLA, which are strictly trained, and even if they encounter an ambush, they will not panic, cover each other in an orderly manner, and counterattack.

Now Yu Zhiqian is facing a group of ordinary people who have not undergone professional training, but just a group of ordinary people with weapons, and when they encounter danger, they do not resist like ordinary soldiers, but run for their lives, forward or backward.

There were also some rebel veterans who wanted to fight back, but this was only a small part, and before they could pick up their guns, they were dragged back by the people around them, and before even the enemy's position was determined, they were taken out of a distance of a few meters.

This is still lucky, unlucky blacks, directly knocked down, and then trampled alive, on the road, on the mountains on both sides of the sight are a group of crazy fleeing blacks, these blacks even throw away their weapons, just want to be able to run faster.

But there are too many people, and the people behind don't know what's going on in front of them, so they continue to move forward, and the people in front, on the verge of death, are crazy and want to squeeze back, like two streams of water, converging at one point, and people are constantly falling, and then being trampled under their feet, and they don't even have time to moan, and they directly become meat puree.

Bullets killed some of the rebel soldiers, but many more soldiers were trampled to death by their own people, and now the biggest casualty is the stampede, at least a thousand soldiers were trampled to death because of panic, and how many bullets killed? There is no way to count it yet.

"Don't mess around, shoot back, shoot back!"

A rebel officer, standing in a car, yelled loudly, but his voice was muffled by screams and screams, and no one heard what he was shouting, everyone just wanted to get out of here quickly, not to die here.

"Bang!"

A shot hit the officer's head, Yu Zhiqian had no interest in continuing to shoot, and now if he threw a grenade, he could kill a dozen or more people.

What Yu Zhiqian is doing now is to keep looking for worthy targets, those who are trying to maintain order, or who are ready to resist, as long as these people die, the rebel soldiers will continue to be chaotic until a small number of people survive.

Yu Zhiqian now wants to remind this group of rebel soldiers to run in both directions, and they are not ambushed on either side.

Two more bullet chains are empty, how many people can be killed by 500 bullets, Xiong Da doesn't know, seeing the corpses below, Xiong Da still has a fire burning in his heart, and he wants to kill more rebels to avenge the tribesmen.

"The barrel is too hot, rest off!"

Yu Zhiqian saw that Xiong Da was changing the bullet chain, and immediately raised his voice, and at the same time handed over an AK: "Try it with this, they won't resist anymore!"

Yes, the black people below will not resist at all, they are all running for their lives, in just five or six minutes, Yu Zhiqian does not know how many people have died, but he can no longer see the ground clearly, the ground is full of corpses, patches of pieces, the yellow land, and the road are all turned black and red, under the exposure of the sun, the smell of blood began to spread.

Several machine gun positions were extinguished one after another, and the barrels of the guns were fired continuously, which was already very hot, and if they continued to fight, the barrels might be blown up directly.

The machine gun is no longer used, but the rifle is still firing, and the rebels below have been slaughtered like pigs and dogs, and now compared to before, it may be necessary to aim, and within at least two or three hundred meters around, the blacks have been slaughtered, and there may be wounded lying on the ground, but there is no time to identify them.

"Stop firing, notify the artillerymen, and carry out shelling of the established positions!"

Yu Zhiqian put the pistol down, he didn't feel very good about this kind of slaughter, he was not a monster without humanity, if the other party resisted.

You will be excited, because fighting with people is fun, but when a person doesn't even fight back, you will feel bored, although this kind of thinking is very dangerous, but it can really reflect Yu Zhiqian's state of mind at this time.

However, Yu Zhiqian was not careless, although the rebels did not resist, but they still had to earn their own money, and the dead were all blacks, and they had a fart relationship with themselves.

The preset bombing target of the artillery position was about 7 or 800 meters away from Yu Zhiqian, and there was an open space in that place, which, according to Yu Zhiqian's previous plan, was reserved for the anti-government armed forces to reorganize, and after their attack was frustrated, they would assemble there for rectification, and after a few rounds of bombing themselves, they could achieve good results and delay their attack.

But now, Yu Zhiqian can see through the drone where the black people in Wuyang are gathered, some people continue to move back, some people sit on the ground with a blank face, and some people are screaming like crazy for the rest of their lives, looking like they are in the world.

Using a drone to observe the battlefield at this time, it was even more shocking, looking down from a high altitude, the land that was originally composed of green plants and yellow soil was suddenly embellished with ink, a large black area, motionless, there was Yu Zhiqian and others killed, and the corpse of the rebels who were trampled to death by their own companions.

There is also a long black dragon, which continues to move forward slowly on this road, only to go forward, and now it has become part forward, part backward, constantly colliding, and finally slowly backward.

There are corpses everywhere, after Yu Zhiqian zoomed in the camera, he could see the corpses stacked on the ground, a thick layer, how many people died? At least two or three thousand, maybe a few thousand, maybe more than ten thousand, maybe more than 10,000, it is impossible to count it now.

can only use one sentence, the defeat is like a mountain, the blood stains the earth, and the corpses are like hemp.