In the aftermath of the cataclysm, riots broke out in Cuba, and the National Front de libération de Cuba took control of the northern territories, including the capital Havana. At the same time, they cobbled together a few warships to invade the Bahamas and occupy its capital, Nassau.

Led by General Santos Sr., thousands of Cuban armed men and tens of thousands of Cuban paupers poured into Nassau, listing more than 300,000 local residents as ruled. And now the elder Santos wants to attack the 'Aurora Army', and a large number of Cubans spontaneously drive hundreds of small boats to accompany them, intending to follow to make a fortune.

On the shore, more Cubans who could not find a boat beat their chests and hated that they could not get rich together, and on the other hand, they were inexplicably excited about the expedition launched by their compatriots, and felt that their own side was also strong in force and their status had risen sharply.

Considering that millions of Cubans have landed in the United States and turned the US imperialists, who had been oppressing Cuba in the past, into oppression, the Cubans in Nassau were happy to drink a few bottles of rum.

"Defeat the Aurora Legion!"

"We must win!"

"Bring back some more loot!"

Seeing the countless people on the shore waving and cheering, the fleet ready to go out was also in high spirits. Compared with the last time when a frigate of more than 1,000 tons, the 'Bunker Hill' tank landing ship that is now the flagship is fully loaded with nearly 10,000 tons, and the hull is much taller and more majestic in comparison.

And there are also thousands of native Nassau natives on the shore, and the population of the Bahamas is mostly black. Since the Cubans landed, blacks here have become second-class citizens and have been discriminated against. They don't talk about their status, they haven't eaten or drunk yet.

Today, the Cubans in Nassau went out to fight, and they also pulled a large number of Bahamians to come out to cheer. It's just that compared to the elated Cubans, the Bahamians are silent and numb. They saw the 'Bunker Hill' on its way to sea, and also saw a dozen frigates accompanying the 'Bunker Hill'.

The "Brotherhood of Steel" not only sent the "Bunker Hill" to Santos Sr., but also a large number of ships of the US Coast Guard. Each of these patrol ships was stronger than the old frigates before, which greatly increased the strength in the hands of the old Santos. That's why he dared to attack.

The Bunker Hill was armed with two 76-millimeter guns, as well as a Phalanx air defense system. The 'Brotherhood of Steel' supported some skilled controllers to make the 20mm air defense system work.

Just as the fleet was out to sea, a large drone flew in the distance, flying past the port of Nassau at an altitude of seven or eight hundred meters. Because the drone flies slowly and is large, people on the ground can see it clearly.

The Bahamians at the port opened their eyes a little wider when they saw the drone appear. They began to talk to each other in private.

"Is this the drone of the Aurora Legion?"

"Can they beat old Santos like they did last time?"

"Will there be a powerful fleet behind the drones to fight these damn Cubans?"

The Bahamians were quiet, but the Cubans on the shore and the Cuban boats accompanying them at sea immediately made all kinds of noise.

"This must be an unmanned reconnaissance aircraft of the 'Aurora Legion'."

"Knock it down, knock it down!"

"Kill those Americans, let them know that we are good."

Surrounded by the sound of shouting and screaming, in the air defense radar room of the 'Bunker Hill', several air defense control personnel received an order from the captain from the bridge, "Immediately knock out the drone in the sky." ”

"Yes, sir." The air defense officer responded.

The 'phalanx' system, located above the bridge, began to work, and the 20-mm close defense gun suddenly raised its barrel, and a shuttle of tom shells flew into the sky. In just a few seconds, the slow-flying drone in the sky was shattered and scattered, broken into hundreds of pieces.

"Yay! It's fantastic, our warships are the strongest. ”

"The Aurora Legion is finished, they don't want to hit us with guided shells like they did last time, we won't let those hateful drones come near again."

"It feels so cool to hit the Americans with the aid of the Yankees."

The air defense operation was initially successful, and the whole fleet was jubilant. Seeing this scene with their own eyes, the Cubans on the shore and on the ship were even more excited to the point of madness, and many of them hated to drink on the spot. Even the elder Santos, who was far away in Guantanamo, learned about this on the radio, and the old man's tightly knit brow loosened a lot, and there was a smile on his face.

"Go get me a bottle of wine, I'm going to have a drink. When the fleet wins, I'll settle accounts with that ignorant and fearless bastard outside. The old man was happy, and the guards around him were naturally happy, and the good wine was brought up, and everyone drank it together.

And for the Bahamians in Nassau, the drone is already their last hope for salvation. But their hopes had only been raised a little bit, and they were immediately shattered, and the drone was killed within two minutes of its appearance.

"Can the people of the 'Aurora Legion' do it?"

"Are we doomed to be ruled by the Cubans?"

"I think the 'Aurora Army' is going to be finished by itself, how can it come to save us?"

"It's over, the dawn of freedom and democracy has been extinguished, and neither are the Americans."

And just as the mood of the crowd in the port was polarizing, the old Santos's fleet continued to leave the port. The only headache for the Cubans here is that the speed of the 'Bunker Hill' is too slow, as a tank landing ship, it can only run 14 knots at the fastest, while its escort fleet can generally run more than 24 knots, and even 30 knots.

But it doesn't matter, Latinos have a natural trait anyway, which is that they are extremely 'romantic' - waves and slow. Slow down, slow down, anyway, it's only forty or fifty nautical miles from Nassau to Big Abaco, and it's only a few hours' drive to get there.

But in this enthusiastic atmosphere of the expedition, a low engine roar was heard again in the distant sky. This is not the same as the scene where the drone appeared just now, the plane did not appear, but the sound appeared first.

"It's definitely a big plane."

"Maybe it's the 'Aurora Legion''s huge attack aircraft group."

"Isn't the 'Aurora Army' the Yankees' power? Maybe it's the Yankees' carrier attack group. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, where are the aircraft carriers now?"

The Cubans and Bahamians at the scene looked forward again and faintly saw a rapidly growing black dot in the sky. Inside the Bunker Hill, the radar had already seen the black spot, and the officer on duty immediately reported to the captain: "Sir, a transport plane is approaching us. ”

"Transporters? How could it be a transport plane? Is the Aurora Legion crippled? They should send a fighter jet anyway! ”

In the port, there were tens of thousands of Cubans and Bahamians with binoculars, and some of them could already see that it was a Yankee C-130 transport plane. This is a medium-sized transport aircraft that can take off and land at field airfields, with excellent performance and a wide range of uses. But the problem is that this is a transport plane! How can transport planes be used to fight wars?

"Hahaha...... the people of the 'Aurora Legion' ran to kill themselves, as long as they dare to approach, our 'Phalanx' close defense cannon will immediately knock them down."

"It's ridiculous, a transport plane, it's actually a transport plane, I've never seen such a stupid commander, it's just a soldier coming to die."

"It's really hopeless, even the Americans are starting to make stupidity, we Bahamians are just afraid that we will be slaves to the Cubans forever."

Amid the laughter of the Cubans and the lamentation of the Bahamians, the approaching C-130 suddenly turned around and began to circle in a central direction about five kilometers away from the Bunker Hill. When the fuselage on its side was exposed, a 105 mm caliber howitzer showed its hideous face.

This is an AC-130, one more letter, the meaning is completely different.

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