Collective farms or national farms were once Louis Botha's dream, but in southern Africa, national farms did not have the conditions for implementation, and Louis Botha finally had no choice but to give up.
The collective farm in Dragon Blood Town was an accident. The land here was cultivated bit by bit by the residents of the town, and it is natural for them to be collectively owned.
"There are a total of 605 households in Longxue Town. Our property is collectively owned by everyone. All the agricultural products produced on the farm will be sold to the naval base after priority is given to meeting the needs of the residents. We will distribute the excess evenly every time the fishing boats come back from the sea.
All are made into dried fish, no one cares about one more or one less, because every household can’t finish it anyway——" What Bloom said made Rock realize that the model of Dragon Blood Town cannot be promoted, precisely because
Being isolated from the rest of the world, Longxue Town has the conditions to implement a collective farm.
"Keep working hard, Broome, and make full use of the unique natural resources here. Maybe one day, Socotra Island will become a famous tourist attraction." Rock encouraged Broome, this is not a picture on paper.
In another time and space, in 2008, Socotra Island was included in the UNESCO World Heritage List. Looking at the dragon blood trees and desert roses on the island, Socotra Island does have the potential to become a tourist attraction.
Of course, that must be after the naval base was abandoned. Now Socotra Island is still a restricted naval area. Only ships with permission to enter can sail into the waters of Socotra Island.
That night, in order to welcome Rock's arrival, the residents of Dragon Blood Town held a grand bonfire dinner for Rock in the town's only square.
Rock has attended many dinner parties, but this was the first time for him to have a campfire dinner.
This was the first time that an official of Rock's level came to Dragon Blood Town. Almost all the residents of Dragon Blood Town came out, and the small square was almost packed to capacity.
Bloom had good organizational skills. He ordered a cow and several sheep to be killed, and hired a dozen chefs to provide free barbecue to the residents in a corner of the square.
Dragon Blood Town is already rich in all kinds of seafood, especially bluefin tuna, which is a specialty of the Somali waters. There are chefs next to the square making various snacks for residents for free. Mini pizzas and crepes are the most popular.
Roark was not stingy, and ordered Patton to move the ice cream machine off the destroyer "Alligator" and make ice cream for the residents on site. The children went crazy, and the ice cream machine was surrounded by salivating children.
Priests and pastors also came to join in the fun. They took the opportunity to organize a choir to promote the event in the square, and nuns distributed candies and chocolates to the children, which are specialties from southern Africa.
Rock rarely drank a lot of wine at the dinner party. In the 17 years since he came to this era, Rock has never been so relaxed as he is now. He looked at the girls and boys dancing around the bonfire, and then looked at the carefree and crazy crowd.
With the children running away, Rock felt that his hard work had finally been in vain.
The carnival lasted until midnight. Rock boarded the ship and left Dragon Blood Town before dawn. The destroyer "Crocodile" sailed through the waves and returned directly to southern Africa.
Roque has appointed Don Juan as the commander-in-chief, responsible for quelling the rebellion in Somaliland. Roque himself is eager to return home and has no time to spend in Somaliland.
Just as Roque returned to southern Africa, the Second Cavalry Division's attack on the rebels had begun.
According to Roque's plan, Don Juan first centralized the Somalis for management, completely cutting off the connection between the rebels and the Somalis, making the rebels rootless and unable to hide among ordinary Somalis.
Before that, the 2nd Cavalry Division still needs to collect weapons from the Somalis. Although those weapons are not advanced and severely worn, they can still pose a threat to the soldiers.
This decision was greatly hampered by the fact that the Somalis were unwilling to hand over their weapons, and they did have real needs. In Somaliland, herders are always threatened by wild animals, and they need weapons to protect their families and property.
"I have already said that you must hand over your weapons and gather in designated places to live, otherwise you will be treated as rebels. You only have half an hour to make a decision. If you don't agree after half an hour, we will
Attack you." An Qi issued an ultimatum to the white-haired tribal elders in Lugaya, 110 kilometers away from Berbera.
Lugaya is a tribe located on the seaside. There are only about a hundred households in the tribe and a population of about 1,000 people. This tribe is relatively large in Somaliland.
"We have lived here for generations, and you have no right to force us to leave our home. Unless you step over my body, we will never give in -" The elder on crutches was furious. In his opinion, An
Qi's request was really too much, and no previous colonial government had ever done so.
"If you don't agree after half an hour, I will do that!" An Qi said without any nonsense and turned back to the armored vehicle.
In order to relocate all the Somalis in Lugaya, Angel brought two armored vehicles, 150 Gurkha mercenaries, and four Somali guides to ensure that the operation was flawless.
"I'm waiting for you, we will never give in -" the elder roared at Angel's back. When he returned to the Somalis behind the low wall, he immediately felt like he had aged ten years.
"What do the British say?"
"Are they going to kill us?"
"Are they here to collect taxes?" The Somalis behind the low wall were worried. Some were even underage children, some adults were holding dilapidated Martini Henrys, and some were even holding ancient flintlock guns.
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The older ones are the spear and machete. There are dark red blood stains on the texture of the machete handle, which looks like it has been weathered.
"The British require us to hand over our weapons and go to live in a place specified by the British." The elder looked confused. After speaking, he raised his hands to the sky and opened his arms, murmuring: "God, save us-"
Only then did I remember that it was too late to ask God for blessing.
"We cannot hand over our weapons, otherwise we will be slaughtered!"
"Fight with the British!"
"They just want money, why don't we give them a few cows -"
Somalis are talking a lot, but they have not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.
"This time it is not a problem that money can solve. The British want to find Hassan, collect our weapons, and gather us together to deal with Hassan." The elder knew Yang Mei's purpose. Yang Mei had just asked the elder to know.
Don't know where Hassan is.
Hassan is the leader who led the Somalis to resist British colonial rule. However, it has been ten years since Hassan last appeared in front of the Somalis. There are rumors that Hassan is in Italian Somalia, and there are also rumors that Hassan is dead.
No one knows where Hassan is.
"Hassan, isn't Hassan dead?"
"Nonsense, Hassan killed a thousand British people in Hargeisa last year, and 999 of them were executed by Hassan himself——"
"Even if we knew where Hassan was, we couldn't hand him over to the British."
The Somalis were all talking. They didn't seem to be worried about the armored vehicle attack.
At this time, the armored vehicle was ready for battle. An Qi sat in the armored vehicle and looked at the watch expressionlessly. If the Somalis did not surrender after half an hour, then An Qi would order the troops to attack.
"Sir, we are ready to attack." Second Lieutenant Yang Mei, who leads the Gurkha mercenaries, is about the same age as An Qi. He just graduated from the Nyasaland Army Academy and did not have time to participate in the World War. He has been in Port Elizabeth.
service.
"Relax, Lieutenant. Have you ever performed a similar mission before?" An Qi casually handed over a cigarette and chatted casually with Yang Mei.
"No, this is actually my first time on a mission, but please rest assured, as long as the combat order is issued, I will resolutely implement it." Yang Mei expressed a positive attitude. Behind the armored vehicle, the Gurkha mercenaries were already doing their job.
After getting ready for battle, the most obvious symbol on their bodies is the dog-legged scimitar. Unlike other soldiers who are accustomed to hanging daggers on their waists, Gurkha mercenaries always stick their scimitars diagonally on their chests, so that they can
Pull it out as quickly as possible.
"Ha, we are all the same. This is also the first time I have actually commanded an army." An Qi laughed. It was quite interesting for the two rookies to get together.
"Wow, you are already a colonel, and this is your first time commanding an army?" Yang Mei blurted out without any concealment as she was indeed a newbie.
"I used to work for the Lord and have always been the Lord's adjutant." An Qi didn't take it seriously. The days of working beside Roque gave An Qi enough resistance to these rumors.
Born in a family like An Qi, all kinds of criticisms almost accompany An Qi as she grows up. What about her father, background, governor, etc. If she really cared about it, she would have gone crazy. It seems like An Qi
No matter what achievements a person has, they are achieved through relationships and have nothing to do with his own efforts.
"That's great, to be taught by Lord's words and deeds -" Yang Mei was full of envy. There are always many lucky people in this world. The key is that people who are luckier than you work harder than you. Watching yourself work hard all your life
It's not as good as someone else's, and it's actually quite frustrating.
An Qi smiled and said nothing. She raised her hand to look at the time and pursed her lips tightly.
Without saying anything, Yang Mei jumped out of the armored vehicle and made a gesture to his officers to prepare for battle.
Without any orders from their superiors, the Gurkha mercenaries all pulled out their bayonets and mounted them on their rifles.
At the last minute, the elder finally came out from behind the wall, followed by hundreds of men, all of whom discarded their rifles and machetes outside the low wall.
That's right. If you have something to say, you can't say it slowly. Why bother to fight and kill?
:Sorry, I came back a little late, but finally it came out, brothers, please forgive me——
