Chapter 1472 - 479: Garbage Time_3

Chapter 1472: Chapter 479: Garbage Time_3

"Damn it, a lieutenant? They’re drinking and sleeping with girls in the city while we bleed at the front. Now they want to run away themselves. Brothers, let’s go!"

He slapped away the soldier blocking the front, and was about to force his way onto the aircraft.

But a gun barrel extended from inside the cabin.

Da da!

The bullet hit the sergeant’s bulletproof vest, penetrating both the vest and the heavy subcutaneous armor, but it wasn’t fatal.

This shot was like the fuse that ignited the explosive, immediately sparking conflict between the sides. The airport turned into a battlefield, bullets flying back and forth. They were comrades just yesterday, but now they had become enemies fighting for their lives.

And they fought without any concern for the Cubans nearby; large groups of civilians were hit and killed by stray bullets, and in no time, blood flowed like a river.

Amidst the fighting, hovercars appeared from the horizon over the sea; though it was still night, the blue glow of their engines was as bright as the rising sun to the Cubans.

"Look! There’s a vehicle! There’s a vehicle over there!"

"Is it the Europeans’ hovercars? Are they coming to save us?"

"It must be; they haven’t abandoned us!"

"Great, with so many vehicles, surely we can all be evacuated."

The crowd that had just fled the airport now surged toward the hovercars en masse.

Only when the hovercars got closer did the crowd realize—something wasn’t right. Why were these vehicles all emblazoned with the Military Science logo?

They immediately felt a bad premonition but thought it couldn’t be... How could they arrive so quickly?

The army hasn’t even entered the city yet; how did you drive over here?

Couldn’t have been a preemptive deployment, could it?

And where are the Europeans’ radars? How did they not detect it?

Of course, it couldn’t be detected; everyone’s too busy fleeing for their lives, even the command center is paralyzed, who cares about these things now?

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Among the hovercars were numerous Predator drones, each armed with ground missiles picking off the aircraft parked at the airport one by one, along with some combat drones that were instantly blown apart. The soldiers who were just scrambling for planes now looked as dejected as losing their steeds.

Shortly after, a large group of drones stormed into the city, clearing a space at the port until the hovercars landed. When the doors opened, and Dragon Field soldiers in Horizon combat uniforms rushed out, the people’s spirits were utterly crushed.

It’s over, everything is over.

Predator drones, armed with machine guns, sprawled across the city sky, their loudspeakers endlessly cycling surrender messages in various languages.

"Lay down your weapons and surrender! Horizon Corporation doesn’t kill prisoners!"

A special ops team that had escaped into the city instinctively fired at the drones, shooting down a Predator, but soon more Predators came and tore them to pieces with cannons.

Without support from carrier-based aircraft, the group of demoralized deserters and remaining forces in the city couldn’t possibly compete for air supremacy with the Predators.

On a modern battlefield, losing air superiority and having a paralyzed command system in chaos is tantamount to waiting for a death timer to count down to zero.

What’s left is the cleanup in Havana, where the intermittent gunfire continued from dusk till dawn, gradually thinning out until only scattered resistance lasted until evening. Those who dared resist, be they European soldiers or Cuban drug dealers, were eliminated. The rest were captured for trial.

The local citizens weren’t like the drug dealers who could only think of escaping. They were also afraid, but it was a numb fear. Having been tormented by Europeans and dealers for half a year, their senses had become numb.

No matter how fierce the battle in the city, they dared not venture outside, either hiding behind closed doors at home or in the sewers and parks, trembling amidst the gunfire.

No matter how Lin Miao claimed that Horizon Mercenaries wouldn’t kill indiscriminately, in times like this, who would dare wager that those entering soldiers wouldn’t shoot at whim?

After all, who doesn’t boast about themselves?

Didn’t those Europeans previously claim they were as democratic as angels?

Yet in Cuba, they killed and plundered, openly capturing people in the streets, and anyone they took never returned alive.

At this moment, probably only Colonel Wirt, who had been intensely brainwashed by European propaganda, held any semblance of trust among the Cubans.

Unfortunately, General Wirt had just died leading the charge!

No way around it; a wheelchair isn’t considered a frontline player, not even second-line, and he never got a chance for any major battle in Cuba.

Being a traitor, he wasn’t about to kill his own comrades, was he? Both sides bear friendly markings, and people became numb.

His only way to gain experience every day was to hold a fighting ring in Guines and go up there himself, which wasn’t efficient.

Only a few moments on the battlefield, and a shell sent him skyward.

Such talent thwarted by heaven!

But Colonel Wirt’s spirit will be everlasting! He will transform into the sun in the sky, forever shining upon every Cuban citizen!