Kinshasa in June is shrouded in the scorching equatorial sunshine. In a wilderness outside Kinshasa, huge airships are suspended in the air, with arm-thick tethering ropes fixed to the ground by thick steel nails. This is
This airship field was originally a rubber plantation that had just been opened. Ten days ago, with the arrival of the aerospace troops, it became the first airship field in Africa.
It was also from that time on that the impact this airship field had on the locals was unimaginable to outsiders.
Although there are many barbed wire fences around the airship field, there are always many indigenous people with skin as dark as charcoal surrounding the barbed wire.
Even now, they are still staring at those huge airships in astonishment. In their limited consciousness, they never imagined that people can fly into the sky, let alone imagine that such huge things can actually fly into the sky.
Although they are curious, they are more afraid! After all, all this is far beyond their cognitive scope.
In just a few days, this aerial force caused an unprecedented sensation within hundreds of kilometers around Kinshasa. Whenever it flew over the jungle, it always caused panic among the tribes on the ground, and more
But it was awe. When they saw the huge "Phoenix" on the spaceship, their awe for Nanhua became even stronger.
"They are the gods from the sky, their skin color is like gold..."
In the rain forest, the tribesmen talked about the South Chinese people in awe-inspiring tones, and about the magical flying objects they brought from the sky. Even the airship field attracted many indigenous people to come here through the rain forest to visit.
"The God's Ship".
"This must be the god's spaceship!"
"The golden-skinned gods came here in such a spaceship,"
"There are also steam trains roaring like elephants and spitting fire."
"And fire-breathing steamboats..."
When the indigenous people were watching the airship field through the barbed wire fence, on the other side of the barbed wire, the guards carrying rifles were also looking at the indigenous people curiously. Most of them only had a rag wrapped around their waists and were completely naked.
Even women are like this.
But not everyone is like this. Among the onlookers, there are some white men wearing yellow shirts and trousers. Most of them wear straw hats and carry tools, and many of them are surrounded by indigenous women. Those women
There are people of all ages, some are fat women, some are young girls, and many of them are pregnant.
"It's flying, it's flying..."
Suddenly, the onlookers let out bursts of screams of fear and a hint of joy. As people watched, a spaceship slowly took off. Some timid indigenous people even knelt directly on the ground, as if they were in awe of the gods.
, worshiping the airship.
For the indigenous people in the Congo River Basin, the airship is magical and full of mystery. It belongs to the gods, and even the person who controls it is also a god in the sky. Before the airship came to Kinshasa, there were
For the indigenous people here,
But to Major Cassans, the spaceship is not a mystery, because the troops in his headquarters were bombed by the spacecraft, and he himself almost died in the bombing. When he woke up after being stunned by the bomb, he
He became a prisoner of the South China Army.
Then what?
Like other prisoners, Major Cassans came to Africa and worked in oil palm plantations. His daily work was not complicated, which was to reclaim the rainforest and open up new plantations.
Dragging his slightly tired body, Major Cassans couldn't help but stand there when he passed by the airship field. This was the first time he had been so close to an airship.
"It's so big!"
Just as Major Cassans was thinking this, the indigenous girl following him asked curiously.
"Sir, is it the airship you mentioned before? The kind of thing that can drop bombs from the sky."
Although the woman spoke halting Spanish, Cassans understood her.
"Yes, that's it, Omer, we were defeated by it."
Cassans's voice was not loud, even a little gentle. Omer was his lover. Even though her skin was dark and she had a husband in the tribe, this did not prevent her from becoming his lover. Over the past few years, she had become his lover.
It comforted his lonely soul for months.
Looking at her swollen belly, Cassans knew that it was his child. In a few months, his child would be born, a mixture of white and black.
Twenty years ago, when he entered the army, at most half of the soldiers in his unit were black. Those blacks were cannon fodder. They were recruited into the army just to let them die. They believed that the white race was superior to the black race, and
Blacks are an inferior race, so from the day Argentina became independent, in order to eliminate blacks from the territory, men were sent into the army. In the civil war that lasted for decades, black males disappeared.
As for the women? They married poor whites. Such miscegenation diluted the black blood. After several generations of marriage, there were no blacks left in Argentina.
When he was in Argentina, he never imagined that one day he would have children with a black man.
Perhaps, this is what the Chinese say, "It's nature that plays tricks on people!"
Just then, Major Cassans heard someone calling him, in Spanish.
"Hey, hey, it's you, come here."
Behind the barbed wire, a South Chinese soldier called him in fluent Spanish. Cassans walked over quickly. He knew very well the rules of survival here - obey the orders of the South Chinese.
"Sir, do you have any instructions?"
Cassans replied in not fluent Chinese.
"You speak Chinese? That's great. I want you to write a letter for me to my wife,"
said the soldier to Cassans.
"wife?"
"Yes, she is from Buenos Aires. You can read the book as soon as you read it. I tell you what I want to write and you help me polish it. Well, it is the kind of love letter you often call it. It can help me
Write one?"
The soldier's words made Cassans stunned.
His wife was from Buenos Aires? How could a Buenos Aires woman marry him? But after a moment he seemed to understand.
It is normal for a woman to marry a conqueror, just like... Although he is not a conqueror in this area now, even as a captive, his status is higher than that of the indigenous people.
Those women in Buenos Aires would definitely not mind marrying these conquerors from far away. After thinking about this, Cassans suddenly felt a new wave of anger, but after a while, this anger disappeared.
Disappeared without a trace.
His survival experience in this place taught him that anger is meaningless and will only bring some pain.
Although he was a little unwilling, Cassans still wrote an affectionate love letter according to his request, because the other party took out a pack of fruit candies. Omer had not eaten the fruit candies yet, and he could even leave some for his children.
.
After all, this is not Buenos Aires. Fruit candies look ordinary, but they are hard to find in Kinshasa.
"Angela..."
After writing the love letter, Major Cassans looked at the soldiers who were elated because of a love letter. Major Cassans thought of his young wife. How is she now?
This chapter has been completed!