Chapter 22: Art is an Explosion (I)
The whistling bullets were like a curtain of rain that flipped 90 degrees, shooting at people who had obviously done nothing.
Their bodies were pierced and torn apart by bullets, they didn't know why they had all this, killing people in front of heavy machine guns was not at all more difficult than killing pigs, a team of more than 3,000 people, facing twenty heavy machine guns, it was only a matter of three minutes.
And all this, Ronaldo can only watch.
Even he was dressed in the uniform of the American army, with a gun in his hand, standing with these butcher executioners, of course, he did not fire.
Save? That's impossible, here are several battalions of American troops on standby, with heavy machine guns and light machine guns, both in number and equipment, more than several times the number of American troops who had been on vacation in Port Cabezas.
Although his fists were very hard, his back molars were clenched, and he was so angry in his heart that he wanted to immediately take out his gun and surprise these American soldiers, but reason made him have to choose patience.
His current position is in the middle of the US military, in other words, thousands of US troops have surrounded him in a circle, and in the current situation, he really can't think of any way to save people, and it is meaningless to shoot blindly except to put himself in.
Only the living can give meaning to the dead, and fighting the enemy as soon as the brain is hot is one of the most immature manifestations of being a guerrilla fighter.
He can be sure that these innocent people who were slaughtered will be labeled as the national sovereignty defense army by the beautiful country afterwards, and maybe there will be Sandinista and Ronaldo among them.
As for this town, which has been slaughtered, it is naturally the work of the vicious sovereign defense army.
Ronaldo was in a bad mood at this moment, his ears were still buzzing, and he even seemed to have auditory hallucinations, the sudden sound of heavy machine gun bullets had been swirling in his ears, and the sound went straight to his brain along the ossicles, which further triggered other physiological reactions, and he vomited out the overnight meal with a mouth.
Fortunately, he was not the only one present who vomited, whether it was the National Guard, which was also a Nicaragua, or even the American army, which was an executioner, he would have more or less physical discomfort in the face of such a scene.
It's really crazy.
Ronaldo walked to the periphery alone, and with an ugly face, he casually found an open-top SUV to open the door and sit on it, ignoring that there was someone in the driver's seat of the convertible.
He sat in the co-pilot's seat, which was the machine gunner's seat.
The machine gunner sighed when he saw this, and reached out and patted Ronaldo's shoulder to comfort him, every year there will be some kind American troops who can't adapt to the life of the army, especially in the colonies, some simple recruits will really think that what they are doing is a just cause, and when the truth is revealed, their values will collapse instantly, this kind of thing, veterans are no longer surprised.
"Do you smoke?"
The driver in the driver's seat kindly handed over a cigarette.
"Thank you."
Ronaldo took it and put it in his mouth, and then as he looked down for the lighter, he shot a short knife only three inches long and plunged it directly into his throat, cutting his trachea and vocal cords at the same time, so that he could not make any sound and died quietly.
Reason told him that he should silently pretend that nothing happened, and continue to pretend to be a U.S. military to find a way to get through, the U.S. military killed someone, and he would definitely not stay to clean up the battlefield, and these things would be handed over to the National Guard nine times out of ten.
As long as you follow them out, you will be safe, as long as these American troops relax a little, it should not be difficult to sneak away during the march.
But he felt like he would go crazy if he didn't do something.
With a snap of his fingers and another heavy machine gun in the car, Ronaldo began to rub his head down at the explosives bag.
His current wireless copy is lv3, and the speed of rubbing the explosive bag is extremely fast, and it can almost take five or six seconds to rub out an explosive bag.
A little more than two minutes later, he had already pulled out more than two dozen explosive bags and put them under the car, and before anyone noticed his side, Ronaldo opened one of the explosive bags and spilled gunpowder, got out of the car, and then silently continued to walk all the way to the rear.
About another 200 meters, a whole bag of explosives spilled out a long lead, Ronaldo sat on the ground and took out the lighter, lit the cigarette on his lips, and just smoked while waiting.
After waiting for a few more minutes, the US military finally found that the unlucky guy in the car was dead, and hurriedly began to shout loudly.
Seeing this, Ronaldo took the last long puff of cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the lead.
Puff~
The jumping sparks bloomed brilliantly, and at an extremely fast speed, a beautiful ray of light burned directly under the car, lighting more than twenty packets of explosives under the car.
Rumble~~!!
I feel so much more comfortable.
Standing up, he glanced at the energy bar accumulated during this time and just now, and added all the strength value in one breath, increasing the cat's agility to lv3.
He decided that he must kill and then leave, and avenge these innocent and slaughtered compatriots in the town.
Anyway, since the compatriots in this town are dead, let yourself make a big fuss, and send as many American troops as possible to bury them.
Thinking about it, Ronaldo turned around and left.
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On the other hand, the U.S. military is also completely confused.
They originally came with great momentum to seek a decisive battle with the main force of the Sovereign Resistance.
As a result, I couldn't find it for a long time, so I could only use the ordinary people in this town to kill the good people.
After killing Liangdu, they thought that the war was over, and they were about to retreat, but they were suddenly attacked by the enemy again?
Where did this enemy come from?
Just now, because those US troops did not expect that there would be bombs under the cars, and there were so many bombs, when they came around just now, they were very dense next to each other, and the explosive impact of the 20 explosive bags killed as many as 30 people in one go, and they were directly blown up.
How?
By the time the rest of the U.S. troops ran in the direction of the lead just now, Ronaldo was naturally gone.
Is there or not this guerrilla group, is it there or not?
If you are there, why didn't you find it just now, and if you weren't, who put the explosives under the car?
This Nicaraguan guerrillas, are they human beings or ghosts?