After the airport show, Zhou Qingfeng looked for an opportunity to return to the wasteland, and came back with him with six divisions of weapons and equipment. The Rabbit Army was very satisfied with the helicopters he got and generously added a lot of goods to express his gratitude. Although they were all retired equipment, they were also valuable.

Returning to the wasteland, Zhou Qingfeng returned to Luanda, Africa after a series of flights from Nassau, the Caribbean. During the two or three days after he left, Luanda's condition had changed tremendously.

Now both of the Aurora Fleets are in Africa, carrying out personnel and materials transportation missions from Luan to Malange. A total of eight flights are flying back and forth every day, and can transport 500 people from Malange to Luanda, or nearly 30 tons of materials from Luanda to Malange.

High-efficiency transportation greatly strengthened Zhou Qingfeng's control over Luanda, but also brought great pressure to some people in Luanda.

Eric, who had been hiding in the underground pipeline network, was resentful of this change. Whenever he saw the airship floating in the sky, he would express his cover with extremely resentful eyes and cursed language because he was marginalized.

"These damn yellow monkeys want to steal control of Angola from us. They want to take advantage of this disaster to expand their influence in Africa." Eric cursed Zhou Qingfeng's ambition while eating the "Supreme" instant noodles transported by Zhou Qingfeng.

The other rescued white men were dining together. They were not allowed to enter the Legion-controlled Fort San Miguel, but were arranged to clean up the ruins in the city. The heavy and boring physical labor caused great pain to the white people, which in their opinion was what the black slaves did.

"Eric, do you have any ideas?" More than one person with resentment was that the white man who worked had a lunch break and had a good time to connect secretly during the meal.

"I..., what good ideas can I have?" The failure of the previous organization of the "Returning Group" not only greatly reduced the remaining white men, but also caused Eric's prestige to plummet.

At this moment, there are only a dozen companions who are willing to gather around Eric. The others are either grateful for the rescue of the Legion or are satisfied with the current situation. After a long period of hardship, everyone is eager to have a stable life, and not many people are willing to cause trouble with Eric.

"Victor Hugo treats us as black slaves." All Eric can do is complain. He is really cruel and cannot pour out the noodles in his hand. "What he feeds us is pig food, and he also snatches our women away and does not give us corresponding medical treatment?"

"I need a needle for treatment, I need to cure my legs and my face. I know the Legion has that magical thing, but his men refuse to give it to me. He is a racist, he is a fascist."

Eric had injuries to his face and legs. He had always hoped to recover from his health. Unfortunately, Qin Weidong refused his request without hesitation. "I really shouldn't have worked with these yellow monkeys. Their squinting eyes were ridiculous, and even evil."

The frustrated white man can only laugh and curse behind his back while resting, but he still has to work after venting. Cleaning up the street will produce a lot of garbage, and Eric's legs is inconvenient. His task is to drive an electric truck to transport and dump the garbage.

During the transportation, Eric drove past Luanda Railway Station, where many Chinese people had arrived. He stopped at an intersection at the railway station and looked at it, feeling very strange.

The railway station was dilapidated, and from time to time there were waves of mechanical roars, or the sound of building demolition collapse. Eric saw a familiar figure passing by and quickly shouted: "Hi... Martha, why are you here?"

The white girl was wearing a dirty yellow hard hat and holding a folder in her hand. She saw Eric and smiled and said, "Hi..., Uncle Eric, good afternoon! I am working here, and the Chinese are renovating the railway station, trying to get it back to use."

"What are you doing over there?" Eric asked in the direction of the roaring machine: "It sounds very loud."

"This railway is electrified, but the city's power supply has been interrupted. The Chinese have found several internal combustion engines, and they are testing the engine, but the specific situation seems to be not very good." Martha shrugged and smiled, saying that the job is very difficult.

"Why do Chinese people need to repair these trains?"

"They have hundreds of thousands of compatriots trapped in the hinterland of Angola, and ordinary vehicles are not safe to transport, so they are considering using trains."

The simple conversation allowed Eric to know a lot of information. Just as he was about to leave, a loud whistle suddenly came from a shed at the train station, and a rumbling locomotive spitting out of black smoke.

"Oh..., they succeeded, they really drove the train out. My God, this is really good news." Martha shouted happily and ran towards the locomotive.

Eric was very upset by this scene. In the past, he could look down on any black or yellow man in Africa with his skin high, but now he has become the object of being looked down on. But what can he do? He can only leave with a curse.

In the train station, a lot of ruins and equipment were piled up randomly on the ground. Xiang Ming said to Qin Weidong in distress: "You must give me another 5,000 black workers. I must clear all obstacles along the railway, otherwise it would be a joke to open the traffic."

"Five thousand black workers?" Qin Weidong at the scene also had a headache, "I will give you at most five hundred. Now those black people have poor physical fitness and need at least one month of recuperation to do heavy work."

"I can't wait for a month, at most one week, I want five thousand black people to work." Xiang Ming said, "Don't care too much about the lives of those black people, they are very large."

"Don't be too anxious. The Bird of Paradise will arrive in a few days. More than 3,000 Latin American workers will come to work." Speaking of this, Qin Weidong also smiled bitterly. Compared to being able to fly an Atlantic airship in three or five days, the Bird of Paradise freighter ran for more than half a month.

"Is it what you mentioned in the Expedition Excitee?"

"Yes, those people and soldiers can solve your labor shortage problem. Our trouble now is probably not lack of staff, but lack of fuel."

Both of them looked at the internal combustion engine locomotive that had just left the maintenance shed. That thing needed to burn diesel. But now the whole world lacks diesel.

Qin Weidong said: "I only collected about fifty tons of diesel in the city, and a large amount of diesel must be supplied when the Bird of Paradise arrives. These are the production capacity squeezed out by the Havana refinery, and it is transported across the entire Atlantic Ocean, which is very precious."

Speaking of diesel, Xiang Ming could only sigh and said helplessly: "Anchora's diesel is controlled by Bain. The white people occupied Soyo's refinery and several coastal oil wells, which is difficult to deal with."
Chapter completed!