At location 1, four cars stopped. Yu Zhigan pushed open the door and looked for a bunker to observe the surrounding environment. After confirming that there was no problem, the rest of the people got out of the car, with an abandoned courtyard, with a straight line distance of more than three kilometers from the Presidential Palace.

"There is an entrance here?" After Yu Zhigan entered the yard, he expressed his skepticism, but he was still looking for the entrance bit by bit according to the location mentioned before.

"here!"

Soon the instructor found an iron door in the corner of the yard. After pulling it open hard, a very unpleasant smell came out of the passage. Yu Zhigan covered his nose with his hands, then took out a lighter, found a wooden stick wrapped in a cloth strip from the yard and lit it, and threw it in.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Subaev, a guy with a big head, didn't understand this slutty operation.

Yu Zhigan looked at the wooden stick that had been thrown down and squatted by the pit: "Have you heard a word?"

"What?"

"People light candles, ghosts blow the light!" After saying that, he saw that the simple torch was not extinguished, he pulled the gas mask down and turned on the night vision device: "Down!"

"Does anyone know what it means to light a candle and ghosts blow the light?"

Subaev, with a confused look on his face, patted Subaev on the shoulder before the instructor walked down the carriage: "You can go and read a Chinese novel, which contains an introduction to this!"

"What's the name?"

"Ghost blows the light!"

"What does that ghost blowing light mean?"

No one paid attention to Subaev. After more than a dozen people entered the passage, they found that there was a passage about two meters high in front of them. The ground was covered with dust. It should have been like no one had walked through for many years. After stepping on it, dust was flying in the green world of the night vision device.

"Hey, this passage has been around for a while, and the layout of the pipelines on it looks like World War II, or it was left behind earlier!"

John's voice sounded in the earpiece. Yu Zhigan looked up and saw a pipe above that could not be recognized in color. It was hanging on the passage and corroded very much. If you use a little force now, it may fall down.

In addition, there is also a very old light lamp, which is a round lampshade and incandescent lamp, but none of them are on because of their age or because they are not powered on.

"I think this should be built by the Governor of the colonial governor before the colonial era. It is obvious that this is not a passage that people in Namibia can build now!"

After Yu Zhigan walked a distance, he found that the way this passage was digging was very primitive, not modern machinery, but probably dug it out bit by bit. According to the current work efficiency of Africans, if you want to dig out such a passage, it is a series of lifetimes.

"Sir, the Presidential Palace used to be the Governor's Office!" At this time, a black officer who came with him said, "Yu Zhi taught this group of black people to use these equipment for two days. After two days, this group of elite black soldiers would use advanced equipment such as headsets and night vision devices. The equipment costs and training costs of these people are paid separately.

Yu Zhigan offered a portable communication headset of $10,000, which is very conscientious. After all, it is an extraordinary period, and the price is understandable. Each of these ten people is worth about $100,000. As long as these people can live, they will have a bright future.

"No wonder!"

After hearing the black man's explanation, Yu Zhigan believed in his heart that this passage could directly lead to Falcao's residence. During the colonial period, the group of white people who colonized the world were the most afraid of death. The furthest safe passage in the world was dug by this group of people, more than 30 kilometers. No one knew how many people died in order to dig that passage, but it was the way for these white people to prevent problems from happening in the colony.

A group of people walked through the three-kilometer passage for an hour before they finished. After looking at the exit above, Yu Zhigan looked at the time and gently pulled the exit. After feeling that he could push it open, he stopped his movements and waited for the arrival of the general attack time.

Outside the city of Windhoek, at half past eleven, Karu's men began to wake up from their sleep one after another and began to prepare for the trip. The soldiers in Namibia were similar to those in the Chinese Republic of China era. They did not belong to the government, but to warlords. The soldiers only knew the general and did not have the concept of a country.

Being a soldier is the main reason why people in this country are serving in the army. They only have a bite of food. They don’t care who they work for. It may be incredible to say that there is such thought in this era, but this is Africa. One-third of Africans are on the verge of hunger, and many people are starved to death every year.

These soldiers have no beliefs, nor are they right or wrong. When fighting is a war, the commander will fight whoever they asks them to fight, and they don’t care about their identities. Just like Karu’s previous subordinates and anti-government armed forces fought to death, it seemed as if they had an irreconcilable hatred, but now they can be integrated together.

At about twelve o'clock, more than 30,000 troops drove out of the camp and set out towards Windhoek in a mess. The noise was very loud. There was already a sound in the camp not far away. Black people kept getting up and shouting loudly at the camp here.

But what responded to them was not Karu's men's scolding, but a bullet. After the First Division set out, they encountered another black armed force that rushed over. The number of people was only a few thousand, most of them were asleep. When the First Division rushed into their camp, some people were not awake and were captured alive.

What is interesting about black people fighting is the speed of camp transformation. After being captured here, they only need to agree to surrender. These black people will use a relatively unified method, such as tie something on their arms and immediately pick up weapons and point their guns at their previous comrades.

Of course, such surrendered soldiers can only fight with the wind. Once they encounter some tough problems or other emergencies, they will easily mutiny and immediately turn the gun toward you, repeating this way.

The First Division was very fast and quickly annexed some small military camps. The number of people gradually grew from 10,000 to nearly 20,000, which was completely accusing others of their subordinates and constantly advancing towards Wendhoek.

In the city of Windhoek, Falcao was stunned after hearing the gunshots outside the city: "What happened outside the city?"

"We are in contact, as if it was because Karu's subordinates and Darak's subordinates had a conflict, and the two sides were fighting!"

"Karu and Darak? These two bastards, tell them to let their subordinates be more at peace, or I will kill them!"

"yes!"
Chapter completed!