North of Luanda, a coastal highway. A huge convoy was raising dust in the sky, and a team of thousands of people advanced at high speed on the highway. The leading amx-56 "Leclerc" main battle tanks were full of power!

The troops set off from Soyo, an important oil refining town in northern Angola, and drove hundreds of kilometers away, aiming directly at Luanda. The convoy passed many abandoned towns along the way and approached Bengo, which was outside Luanda before stopping.

The convoy was stationed in the town, set up a warning, and set up a command center. The leader of the team jumped out of the car with his personal guards and asked to his entourage: "How is the situation of the Aurora Legion?"

Among the entourage, Kuchi, covered in dust, quickly snatched out and shouted: "Dear leader, I have just led a team to destroy a transport train from the Aurora Legion, and also confirmed the fact that its commander of the army and the Chinese forces in Angola. Please allow me to offer you some of the spoils and prisoners."

The leader in Kuch's mouth was a tall middle-aged man with a bald, blushing face, wearing a large ornate military uniform, holding a scepter in his hand, and his arrogant toes were quite charlatan. When he got off the car, his personal guards lined up to salute and shouted in unison, "Only obey Baen."

Kuch knelt on one knee in front of his leader to report, his respectful posture was like a slave. And Bain, who was holding his chin, simply said "yes", and soon several prisoners and some spoils were brought up.

Bann walked slowly forward, and a personal guard sent several iron cans after checking the safety of the spoils. In the iron can, there were three sets of "Supreme" brought by Zhou Qingfeng, and the noodles and cigarettes and alcohol were already the three treasures of military supplies in the legion. As long as these three things are available, all the soldiers' needs can be met.

Bain was not interested in tobacco and alcohol. He reached out and pinched a piece of bread, and smelled a strong smell of edible spices. He threw the cake below and rubbed his fingers. A layer of oil was already left on his fingertips. "The food in the Aurora Legion is good!"

At present, food supply is difficult and oil production is completely cut off. It is rare to add such fat to the food. Bann immediately asked Kuch: "What unit is this for the Aurora Legion?"

What army? Kuch's eyes immediately turned to the prisoners who tied their hands and feet and threw them on the ground, and whispered: "Dear leader, these foods should be for black slaves."

"How is this possible?" Bain's face darkened, and he felt incredible. However, he did not ask too much and directly ordered: "Seave the black slave captive's belly open, I want to see what is in his stomach?"

A personal guard pulled out the bayonet, pulled a black slave prisoner and stepped on his throat, then stabbed him in the abdomen, pulling the blade horizontally, blood splattered, and all the internal organs came out.

The black slave was not dead, his hands and feet were moving, and his voice was shrill. Kuch, who was kneeling nearby on one knee, couldn't help but lower his head. The sudden blood and tragic incident made him almost disgusted.

The expressionless personal guard cut his stomach. Bain stepped forward a few steps and used a bayonet to fiddle in a pile of internal organs for a while. After a while, he said in confusion: "I also raise black slaves, but I can't eat them so well. From this point alone, we can see that the Aurora Legion is a great enemy!"

The dying black slave kept twitching, and the other black slaves wanted to cry but dared not cry, and were completely paralyzed in horror. Bann's eyes turned to the more special one among the prisoners. He bent down and asked in English: "Are you Chinese?"

Among the prisoners was a Chinese man with blood on his face and wounded. His mouth was slammed by a strip of cloth, and all the front teeth in his mouth were missing, and it seemed that he had been pulled out by someone.

The guard stepped forward and cut the strip of the strip with a bayonet. When Baen's inquiry, the captured person sneered with his air-exposed mouth: "Yes, I'm a Chinese."

"It seems that my subordinates treat you very well." Bain made a tsk sound, "It must be because you are stubborn, right?"

Kuch quickly answered: "This group of Chinese people is really stubborn, they say nothing. Perhaps only the great leader can let them speak."

Bain smiled, as if he had accepted the small compliment. He looked at the captured person who was lying on the ground again, and smiled and said, "Look at the nigger over there, how do you feel?"

"It's cruel." The captured Chinese acted very dull.

"I have more cruel means."

"I believe it."

"So you don't want to say something? I can make you die more."

The captured Chinese didn't know who the white man was, but he could guess that his status was not low and he would definitely do what he said. But he still said in his vague voice: "I have lived in Africa for almost ten years. Every time I pass the customs, those black people will blackmail us for tips.

But black people never black people, and white people never give it to them. It seems natural to just blackmail the Chinese. Sometimes I sigh that my compatriots have spoiled the black people here for convenience.

In the past decade in Africa, I deeply feel that leaving such a piece of land to black people is a waste, and you white people have not made good use of it. You are all ruining this rich place. I have always thought, how good would this place be for us Chinese!

This idea was just a joke in the past. Now we Chinese really have the opportunity to expand our territory and build a country and establish a career on this land. We are awakened, we are organized, and we gather a pile of loose sand into a powerful force.

I know I am dead, but how can I not sacrifice my country when I create it? So I can't cheat my comrades. There are only more than 200,000 people left in Angola, and death has long been a common thing. But even half of them die, we have the confidence to become the real masters of this land.

No matter who you are, you are just a human being like me. I just sacrifice one step first, and my comrades will avenge me. My death makes sense, that's enough."

Compared to the calmness and indifference of the captured person, Bain did not expect the other party to say such words. He had seen those who beg, curse, and furious at the time of death, but he had never seen anyone discussing his ideals before he died.

The captured person's calm faced with death made Bain feel as if he was humiliated. His forehead was bulging, but he didn't know how to vent his vent to make his opponent suffer.

Hahaha..., a burst of laughter sounded from behind Bain. The heavy steps of the power armor were approaching quickly.

With the help of the sound pickup, "Dongshuang" heard the announcement of the captured person's death from afar. She said to Baen in a sarcastic tone: "Do you feel at a loss and feel that the other person's spiritual realm is much higher than you, a fool, charlatan?"

Bann's personal guards were facing a great enemy, and their guns were all pointing at the power armor of "Dongshuang". Bann even turned red and growled: "Little bitch, since you think the spiritual level of the Aurora Legion is high, why should you join me?"

"I have been following Victor Hugo for a long time. I think he is the one who can bring new life and hope to the world. But I am the exact opposite. No matter where I go, I will spread death and destruction. But I am very good at matching you, so we have to be together."

After saying that, "Dongshuang" laughed and left, jumping straight away regardless of Bain's face, and was already on the verge of rage.

Seeing that Kuch and his personal guards were helpless about "Dongshuang", Ban yelled: "What are you trashing, why are you stupid?
Chapter completed!