Sardin is really a slut. He is a simple-faced and cunning African native, and everything is for himself. Now he can finally eat more after joining the advance team, which makes his thoughts that were rippling in despair moments like an explosion.

Qin Weidong regarded Sardin as a dog, and Sardin immediately acted as a dog without any ambiguity because he felt that the group of people in front of him had more value in surrendering.

Whether it is food, drink, equipment, or power, than other forces in Luanda, even the existence of the two mutants in the advance team is regarded as some kind of victory totem by Sardin.

"The power of this kind of war monster is really worth joining." After confirming the combat effectiveness of the mutant at close range, Sardin immediately took out all his intelligence and talents to serve the advance team, intending to gain attention.

The "dog bones" that Qin Weidong threw out casually immediately won Sardin's "loyalty". After receiving the order, he pulled out more than fifty displaced street slaves with just one mouth, and lined up in a crooked queue to tell Qin Weidong that his recruitment had been completed.

After getting the three "business partners", Qin Weidong originally wanted to go for a rest, but found that his dog-legged work efficiently!

reward!

One bowl of cassava porridge for each person..., it's gone.

Cassava porridge is also good!

Sardin deceived people by bragging. The ones he gathered with were the most desperate classes in the city. Only when various forces wanted to do something would they recruit them temporarily. In order to drink more porridge, these people had to exchange their lives.

After drinking the porridge, Sardin picked up a stick and slapped all his subordinates hard. There was no reason, just to establish authority. His subordinates were very obedient, and silently acknowledged the command of this dog-legged man with his head in his arms, without even screaming.

By the next morning, Qin Weidong continued to clean up the palace square and surrounding buildings, and at the same time expanded the warning area. Oak personally brought twenty subordinates to collect weapons and equipment, and also wanted to learn more about the advance team.

However, outsiders were prohibited from entering and leaving casually in the Palace Square. Oak and two other selected "business partners" received rifles and other supplies outside the barricade of the square. He found that he had another competitor, Sardin.

"You can still get breakfast?"

"Yes, I am the first confidant to join the boss of China, and I am one higher class than you."

Sardin's nonsense looks natural. But Oak knew that he had met an extremely shameless guy, but he also tried to ask if there was any breakfast served. It turned out that there was cassava porridge, at most it was added with some palm oil.

Cassava porridge is also good!

Oak only regrets that he brought too few people, and if he could, he would lead all his subordinates to eat for free. With Oak as an example, two other "business partners" also went to get breakfast, and they also felt that they had taken advantage of it.

The food sources in Luanda are becoming increasingly tense, and the food available in the wild has long been exhausted. It really cost their lives to let blacks go to farm honestly. They used to rely on the weather to make their living, and the wilderness in tropical Africa was rich in food. But now...

After dinner, he started training. Qin Weidong originally wanted to start with the queue first. But the old Harris, who was in charge of this matter, directly denied: "It's useless. We can't teach these fools to abide by discipline. We must teach them the simplest, so simple that it makes people feel mentally retarded."

So what is the easiest? One person covers the submachine gun, and the other person throws grenades behind. There are gunfires, explosions, impacts, fireworks, momentum and achievements. This is the most suitable tactic for these five slags.

As for the issue of gun maintenance, we should simply train a group of specialized personnel to do the work after each war. We should divide the labor as much as possible, otherwise it would be too complicated and this African wasteful man would not be able to handle it at all.

Okay, I am good at following the flow. Mr. Qin also felt that there was no need to train these wastes too well, just a little higher than the other Wuslags.

Oak and others were quite happy about this kind of training. Anyway, one person was holding a gun in the front and one person behind him was throwing the string with a grenade. This was too simple.

However, when it comes to training, Oak found that Sardin was very active in doing the training. Others only brought twenty hands to learn this simple tactic, while he brought more than fifty people to learn.

But because the advance team did not have enough spare guns, Sardin only assigned five sets of infantry equipment. He gave his subordinates without guns a wooden stick and stone, and these two ridiculous things were used as training rifles and grenades.

During the training of the house-by-house combat, Sardin's men must use their mouths to simulate the sound of rifle shooting and grenade explosion. The effect... is quite realistic.

Sardin's supreme behavior made Oak and others at a loss. They felt that they were simply partnering with a group of fools. But Sardin's subordinates simulated it very seriously. Even if they were not physically strong enough to keep up with the training intensity, they still gritted their teeth and persevered.

"That guy named Sardin is a bit capable." Qin Weidong, who visited the training, commented.

Old Harris said disdainfully: "Because his men are all at the bottom, and if he doesn't work hard, he will die."

Speaking of death, Sardin's men really couldn't stand it, and they were exhausted in just one morning of training. But at noon, Qin Weidong gave them food, and at most added more palm oil to stimulate their morale again.

Cassava porridge is also good!

The people who brought training to Oak were the main force of his daily robbery. To put it bluntly, he was a close confidant. He could still ensure that he would not have eaten for the first meal or the next meal. Although these people were not disgusted with cassava porridge, they did not feel that it was rare.

But Oak and others watched Sardin take the lead in licking the job cleanly. The skinny guys in the fifties were like starving ghosts who were reincarnated. They actually felt a sense of fear. For some reason, he felt that it was terrible that Sardin’s people would do something to the extreme.

This is rare in lazy Africa.

Thinking about how he treats these humble bottoms like dust on weekdays, Oak suddenly felt that if these people get power, they will retaliate against him, yes, that's right! It's this kind of feeling that a group of guys who were bullied to the point of dying suddenly turned over and saved, and would crazyly revenge the people who had bullied them.

Sardin's men were silently insulting, beating, and scolding. Even with ridiculous wooden sticks and stones, even with cold eyes, and even if they were foaming at the mouth, they would not say anything to participate in training, which was super ridiculous.

One person holds a wooden stick in front and makes a loud sound in his mouth; the other person simulates the movement of twisting the lid and pulling the strings behind him, swaying his hands to throw a stone towards the street corner or window. The cycle goes back and forth without stopping, and it is rare for such serious black people to be so serious.

A chill came out from Oak's heart, and he also started to use his fierce face, vicious curses, and fierce whip to drive his subordinates to train. He had only one thought in his mind, and he must not let the local buns of local buns be in power, otherwise these guys would ride on his head and shit.

At night, Oak's men were all tired. They had never experienced any high-intensity training. The war was full of people and momentum. They were exhausted for a day and didn't even want to have supper.

And supper...?
Chapter completed!