There were all sorts of screams coming from the house, and the chief, Gaza, was calling for backup, and the few guards were now shivering with their guns pointed at the gate, and they would shoot anyone who rushed in.

John crouched in front of the door, holding a demolition bomb in his hand, and then pointed to the glass next to him, and Subaev and Pete nodded to show that they understood.

Pete and Subaev approached the window, touched it lightly, found that the window could be pushed open, and gave John a thumbs up.

When John saw it, he put the bomb on the door, and then slowly took a few steps back, and Pete and the others pushed the window open, and then climbed in.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion, a bomb dedicated to breaking the door, blew the door of this small White House open, and the black man hiding behind the cabinet or other bunker in the house, after seeing the door being blown open, did not hesitate to shoot at the door, if anyone stood at the door now, the dense bullets would treat him as minced meat.

Until the bullets were empty, there was still no one to probe, and there was no movement, the group of guards nervously changed the bullets, while observing the situation at the gate, Upstairs Gaza made countless phone calls, but his men were as if they were all dead, there was no movement.

Less than two kilometers from the White House, in a barracks, home to the last of Gibeon's defenders, who now consist of only a few hundred men, some of them on duty at the arsenal, and some of them here.

At about the same time as John's attack on the White House, Xiong Er and his men came to the door of this barracks, which was similar to the arsenal, and it was also a factory modification, but the factory inside was turned into a place where black people slept.

With the living conditions in Africa, they will definitely not be given a bed or anything, they are all one person and one place, and after making something, it is a place to sleep, not even as good as some homeless people in the city, at least the homeless still have a bed.

But there is food in the barracks here, and the rebels in Namibia, although they are for racial independence, but more people join in, or because they eat, and some blacks join the rebels because they can have enough to eat.

Compared with the strict defense of the arsenal, the defense in the barracks was much more lax, and there were only two black men with weapons at the gate, wandering around the door, without any defense, after all, no one had the courage to rush into the barracks.

"Let the artillery prepare, and then they will directly blow this place to the ground!"

After Xiong Da observed for a while, he gave an order, which was also the instruction that Yu Zhiqian had given him before, obviously Yu Zhiqian was not optimistic about the more than 100 people attacking the barracks of five or six hundred people, and shelling was the best way.

After the fight, the black soldiers who waited at the door to escape were a one-sided massacre.

When Yu Zhiqian was training before, he specially trained 30 artillerymen, and these people could operate 10 mortars, and there was no guarantee that they could point where to hit like Zhao Tiezhu, but at least they could shoot the shells into a general range.

When training artillery, it was the most distressing time for Falcao, the infantry fired bullets, the price of bullets was not expensive, and Falcao was still able to accept it, but the artillery shells, every shot was fired in dollars, and it could be more or less effective on the battlefield, but on the training ground, it had no effect at all.

"Ready!"

"Put!"

With Xiong Er's order, ten mortars were fired at a distance of about five hundred meters from the barracks, and ten shells flew out of the barrels, making a dull cannon sound, and when they reached the height and began to descend, the shells made a sharp sound, piercing the air, and falling rapidly towards the ground.

In the rebel barracks, some blacks gathered in front of a medium-sized cassette player, constantly dancing to the beat of the music, some blacks were fighting hand-to-hand not far away, and a few were playing cards and chatting, playing football, and it was peaceful.

After the sound of breaking the air came from their heads, the group of blacks were still looking at each other, not knowing what was happening, until a black man stood up and shouted: "Cannonball, it's cannonball!" ”

But it was too late, ten shells fell in the middle of this group of blacks, especially the blacks who were dancing together, and one shell fell directly in the middle of them, and in an instant more than ten blacks were killed and many more were injured.

Six or seven of the 10 shells landed in crowded areas, and a few more landed on rooftops or elsewhere, causing at least hundreds of casualties in the first round of shelling.

When the shelling sounded here, gunshots were also heard from the location of the arsenal not far away, almost all of them were in action synchronously, and Xiong Er did not send an observer to observe the landing point of the shells, and after the first round of shells, he ordered again: "Release!" ”

Another 10 shells were fired into the rebels' barracks, and Xiong Er had been firing 10 rounds according to Yu Zhiqian's orders, a total of 100 shells, close to one-fifth of the shells carried by Yu Zhiqian and others.

Ten rounds of shells fell in the camp, turning the camp into ruins, and there were black soldiers lying on the ground wailing after being wounded, and some lucky soldiers were uninjured, and they were on their knees with blank eyes, and they still did not know what had happened.

Who called? Government troops? Someone else had attacked them, and the blacks were confused, and no officer told me what they should do at this time.

Some of the lightly wounded black militants and the unwounded got up slowly, and ran towards the gate on their own, while others were helping the wounded, and the whole camp was in chaos, and the whole camp was filled with painful wails.

"The men of the second platoon, rush forward, block the gate, and kill all the enemies who want to come out!"

Xiong Er heard the wailing sound from the camp five hundred meters away, and couldn't help but admire Yu Zhiqian's decision, it was really amazing, he never thought that the war could be fought like this, and it could be won so easily.

The men of the second platoon rushed forward quickly, and some black men who had just escaped from the barracks at the gate, and they did not even take their weapons, when they saw the enemy in the distance coming towards them, they immediately ran back in fright, or fled somewhere else.

Seeing that there were people at the door, the government soldiers did not show any mercy, and a machine gunner immediately found a cover, set up the machine gun, and fired at the gate of the barracks.

ps: On the spring outing, picnic, the update is a little late, sorry.

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