A day later, the ship passed through the Bab el-Mandeb Strait and headed for its destination.

Two warships also arrived at the supply base at the port of Djibouti, bringing valuable support to the officers and soldiers stationed there.

Inside the base, Wang Wusheng, the chief officer stationed here, held a small glass of liquor in his hand and said to Hu Shuming:

"Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally looked forward to my mother's family!"

"Today, I will wash the dust for you, you can't drink too much wine, one person takes a sip, and talk about your heart!"

Hearing Wang Wusheng's words, Hu Shuming didn't grind, picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

In fact, in this era before Prohibition, it was not a strange thing for troops to drink.

Even in many places, every Wednesday and Friday for dinner, beer is served in the back office canteen, of course, there are only a few of them.

At this time, there was still a popular drinking order in the army, calling the three armies to be happy after the end, that is, to drink three glasses at the beginning, and then fight separately.

It can be seen that the attitude towards drinking is still relatively open internally.

——

But in Djibouti, the situation is completely different.

Wang Wusheng strictly controlled the drinking in the base, even on such an important occasion as now, he did not let go.

It's said to be drinking, but it's actually just a ritual.

After drinking a cup, Hu Shuming was not drunk at all, he pulled Wang Wusheng to sit down, and then said with concern:

"You've worked hard, it's been more than a year, it's not easy, right?"

Wang Wusheng hurriedly shook his head and replied:

"It's not good, it's just a little harder than in China."

"But the psychological pressure is really high, and I can't stand it anymore when I intrigue with them every day."

"As you know, some time ago, they stopped our civilian boats, which they called 'anti-terrorism inspection', but in fact, everyone knows what their idea is."

"We originally planned to take care of it, but the base couldn't sing an empty city plan, so we had to watch our compatriots being harassed by them."

"Well, now that you are here, our pressure will be greatly reduced, and it is estimated that Djibouti will be much quieter during this time."

"It's not our credit."

Hu Shuming hurriedly waved his hand and explained:

"They are honest these days, probably because of things on the other side."

"It's possible!"

Wang Wusheng nodded heavily, and then said:

"Hey, that's fucking relieving! Where were you in '94? ”

"His grandmother's, I was on duty when the accident happened!"

"Now that I think about it, there were so many things going on in those years."

"Not only in the air, but also in the water."

"It's been more than ten years now, and when I think about it, I'm still so angry."

Hu Shuming knew what Wang Wusheng was talking about, although he was just an ordinary soldier that year, he could be regarded as having experienced that thrilling year.

……

Hu Shuming sighed softly and said:

"It's all gone."

"In the future, it will not be so easy for them to bully us again."

Hearing this, Wang Wusheng laughed.

"That's right!"

"Harm, don't talk about this today, eat first!"

"Ethiopian roast lamb, local specialty, taste!"

Speaking of which, the atmosphere between the crowd has become relaxed again, although there is no wine, but the local yogurt Sprite is also drunk, "full of wine and food", Hu Shuming began to chat with Wang Wusheng about business.

"What is the current situation in Sudan?"

He asked.

"Not good."

Wang Wusheng replied bluntly.

"The Revolutionary Front has broken through the Shambat Bridge, all the satellite towns around Khartoum have been occupied, and the official defence line has almost completely been broken."

"Although it is not yet in the city, there is no doubt that it will be sooner or later."

"The official inner city defense is a joke, and air superiority is no longer working."

"We estimate that Khartoum will be fully taken over in two weeks at most."

"It may not even last two weeks – they'll surrender."

"It's a serious situation."

Hu Shuming sighed.

"yes, it's grim. We have already contacted the embassy, and they are tough enough to hold on and not to withdraw, planning to rely on their small courtyard to take in all the more than 1,000 Chinese in Khartoum in case of an extreme situation. ”

"To be honest, I admire them. They only have a few guns in their hands, and if they can hold on until now, they really don't take their lives seriously. ”

Wang Wusheng's face showed a look of emotion, and after a moment of silence, he continued:

"So, now the urgency of evacuating overseas Chinese is already very high."

"You just arrived, we didn't want to rush you, but we can't help it, we can't go away."

Hu Shuming nodded solemnly and replied:

"Start refueling tonight and leave tomorrow."

"The Weishan Lake comes with us, and we will withdraw directly from Port Sudan."

Wang Wusheng's brows furrowed slightly, and then he asked:

"Docking?"

"It has to dock at the port, there are too many people."

"That would be risky, and the Revolutionary Front would not necessarily cooperate."

"It can't be managed, if it's urgent, we'll land and fight. Lao Mei didn't dare to stop us, I want to see if they have the guts! ”

"Good!"

Hearing Hu Shuming's words, Wang Wusheng laughed.

In fact, what he was most worried about was that Hu Shuming was too indecisive in the process of evacuating overseas Chinese.

If that's the case, then he'd rather lead the team himself.

But judging from the current situation, the other party is indeed a little bloody.

Hand over the more than 1,000 people to him, and rest assured.

"After receiving the people, go straight back to Djibouti."

"When we reach the high seas, we will send military aircraft to escort us."

"J-10?"

Hu Shuming asked curiously.

In fact, there are no new fourth-generation aircraft at the Djibouti base - and as far as he knows, there are no plans to deploy fourth-generation aircraft for the time being.

Wang Wusheng smiled and replied:

"It's not."

"It's Rainbow-9."

"The Rainbow-9 that just flew over."

Meanwhile, Khartoum.

Ji Feng stood in front of the bus that had been prepared a long time ago, and Lin Tao, the military attache, was standing beside him.

The latter, while looking at his compatriots who had boarded the car in an orderly manner, opened his mouth and said to him:

"Thanks to your resources this time, if it weren't for your company's connections here, in this situation, it is estimated that it would not be easy for us to find such a bus."

"When you return to China, we will apply for an award for you, and of course, you will also award it individually."

Hearing his words, Monsoon waved his hand and replied:

"I also did what I should have done, what reward is not rewarded, it doesn't matter that much."

"This group of 330 people, a total of 4 vehicles, the fuel is sufficient, the daily necessities are also ready, and they can set off in half an hour."

"We'll explore the way first, and if we can get to Port Sudan successfully, we'll notify the follow-up team to follow through satellite phones."

"If something happens. It's up to you to figure it out. ”

Lin Tao nodded solemnly and said:

"Don't worry, we'll stay here until the last one is gone."

"If we can't leave, as long as we are here, the revolutionary front should not dare to come hard."

"But you, be sure to be safe along the way."

"Checkpoints have been set up on the main roads of the Revolutionary Front, and their identities will be directly revealed when they encounter an interrogation."

"Our warship has arrived near Port Sudan, and the superiors have also communicated with the other party's high-level management, and the theory is that there will not be too much danger."

Monsoon snorted and didn't speak.

In fact, he knew very well what Lin Tao meant by "not too much danger".

It's not that "there is no danger".

The reason is very simple, after all, the Revolutionary Front is not really an official armed force, and they talk about rules, but they don't talk much about it.

Especially outside the capital, the ill-disciplined rebels don't care who you are or what your background is.

All they know is that on this continent, the yellow-skinned face is the fat sheep.

Once they collide and if something goes wrong during the negotiation process, what awaits everyone is likely to be the fate of the entire army.

——

But even so, the monsoon can only try.

Khartoum will soon fall completely, and staying here is even more dangerous than being on the road.

After all, shells don't have long eyes - in just these two days, several Chinese people have been injured by stray bullets.

The only good news is that no one has lost their lives yet.

"Is the red flag ready?"

Lin Tao asked suddenly.

Monsoon nodded and replied:

"Every car is ready."

"But I hope I don't need it-—— there are people from the revolutionary front outside, and when it really comes time to show the national flag, it is estimated that it will be useless."

"Whether it's useful or not, it must be bright."

Lin Tao's tone was very resolute, and from his expression, Ji Feng also understood the implied meaning.

Yes, maybe this red flag can't save his life from those brainless rebels.

But as long as the flag is raised, those who have not had time to evacuate will be 100% safe.

Thinking of this, he opened his mouth and said:

"Got it, I'll take care of it."

Lin Tao patted Monsoon's shoulder, and the two were relatively speechless.

After a short period of preparation, the first batch of all evacuees boarded the vehicle, and the special convoy left Khartoum via the only road to the southwest that had not yet been lost, escorted by official troops.

Subsequently, the official army returned, and the convoy turned north.

From this moment on, everyone's fate is truly in their own hands.

They will have to cross a distance of 1,100 kilometers to get to that only ray of life.

Wardhamid was the first test they would go through, and it was the place where the Revolutionary Front was organized and the only road that had to be crossed.

As more and more military vehicles and armed men lined the road, Monsoon's mood was extremely tense.

But luckily, they didn't get any trouble at this level.

After determining their whereabouts, the local Revolutionary Front organization cleared them on the spot.

In the bus, someone whispered:

"These rebels are quite reasonable and efficient."

"Yes, it looks more reliable than the official."

Hearing this, Monsoon smiled disdainfully.

He opened his mouth and said:

"The Revolutionary Front is reasonable? Don't be naïve, even if they are reasonable, they are only limited to those at the top. ”

"There's no trouble here, it's because it's Hamidi's lair."

"He didn't dare to make it too ugly, for fear that he would be settled by us later"

"The real difficulties haven't started yet, everyone should be mentally prepared, this journey will not be too smooth"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent instantly.

And the next itinerary confirmed the judgment of the monsoon.

First of all, the road has deteriorated, and after the baptism of artillery fire, the road has long become potholes, and the speed of the convoy has been forced to drop to less than 30 kilometers.

Soon after, the exchange of fire, which had all but disappeared near the capital, reappeared, and the official forces continued to fight back in places occupied by the Revolutionary Front but not fully controlled.

The roadside is littered with dead bodies, and it becomes increasingly difficult to clear the customs.

If it weren't for Monsoon's careful attention and the proof that the Revolutionary Front organization had been stamped by the Revolutionary Front organization in Wardhamid, I am afraid that those rebels would have "detained" everyone on the spot.

In this case, the monsoon did not dare to let the convoy stop for rest at all, and several drivers took turns driving, even if it was late at night, and could not rest.

With less than 300 kilometers left in Port Sudan, the road conditions are getting worse and worse, and the monsoon, which is just about to rest for a while, is awakened, and when he leans in front of the windshield to check the situation, he is shocked to find that the bumps are not caused by the so-called "road conditions" at all, but by the corpses that have been randomly thrown in the center of the road.

This scene is like hell, if it weren't for the driver's excellent psychological quality, I'm afraid he would have collapsed on the spot.

Monsoon patted the driver on the shoulder, as if comforting, as if affirming.

And the latter's expression did not change at all-—— he was not numb, nor was he indifferent.

It's just that in front of the lives of hundreds of Chinese people, he is not qualified to be weak.

Under great pressure, the team passed one hurdle after another.

After 30 hours of departure, they finally reached the final checkpoint to Port Sudan.

Sincart.

As long as you pass this small city, the road ahead will be unimpeded.

Monsoon finally breathed a sigh of relief, however, just as he was about to get out of the car to communicate with the armed men, the other party directly pointed a gun at him.

Monsoon's cold sweat broke out instantly, and he pretended to be calm and greeted the other party in a friendly manner, but the other party used a broken sentence of English, shattering all his hopes.

"Everyone get out of the car, don't go any further!"

(End of chapter)