I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times.
Rwanda in Camea, Portuguese West Africa, has recently gained a new understanding of this sentence.
Everything started with the failure of the Allied Powers' intervention against the new Russian government.
After the Allied Intervention Force was disbanded and its members were divided, Rwanda and some of his comrades came to Portuguese West Africa and worked as security guards on a plantation in Camea.
During the World War, Rwanda became a precision shooter with his accurate shooting. After arriving in Portuguese West Africa, Rwanda gained the trust of his employer with his proficient English and successfully became the security supervisor of the plantation.
Rwanda has a total of 24 security personnel. The plantation he works on covers an area of 1,500 hectares and has 600 African workers working on it.
Unlike southern Africa, where monthly wages are never in arrears, African-American workers in Portuguese West Africa are not paid when working on plantations, and if they fail to complete their tasks, they will be mistreated by the plantation owners. In the past, these workers
The African-American workers tolerated it because they were powerless to resist.
It’s different now. After being tempered by the world war, Rwanda’s fear of white people has disappeared. During the European War, he killed as many white people as white people. If it were a white person or a Chinese, he would at least be worth a hero.
Medal, just because Rwanda is African, Rwanda only received a reward of 5 pounds.
"Today there were more than a dozen workers who failed to cut enough glue. Samson tied them up and said he would set dogs to bite them. They have killed six people this week." Rwanda sat in front of the dormitory door.
On the steps, there were several subordinates surrounding him, all with gloomy expressions.
In an open space not far away, another security director, Samson, was directing several white soldiers to tie a dozen Africans to tree stumps. Several ferocious hounds beside him were impatient.
The security personnel in the plantation are divided into two parts, one is retired soldiers led by Rwanda, and the other is white security personnel led by Samson.
These white security personnel are actually Portuguese hooligans. They don't have much fighting power themselves, and they all rely on their white skin to earn a living on the plantations.
Samson is also a white man, and is said to be a relative of the plantation owner Alves. This guy has a bad habit, and he likes killing people for fun. He kills innocent people indiscriminately and is cruel and cruel, making everyone gnash their teeth.
"How did you do what I asked you to do?" Luanda was chewing a piece of grass unconsciously in her mouth, her expression was distorted and her eyes were blood red.
"I contacted Cahama, and he asked for one thousand pounds before he was willing to send someone to help us."
Kahama was also a veteran of the World War. He and more than a hundred of his companions were recruited by the colonial government of Portuguese West Africa and were stationed in Lombala, not far from Camea.
Further east from Lombala is the state of Rhodesia in southern Africa.
"What did Kusai say?" Luanda asked in a deep voice.
"Mr. Kusai is willing to sell weapons and ammunition to us, but the price is relatively high, and the weapons are not brand new——"
"Haha——" Rwanda sneered. Kusai was a subordinate of the southern African businessman Yaya. Needless to say, his weapons were all made from southern Africa.
Rwanda has mixed feelings about southern Africa.
Rwanda once considered itself a Southern African, but the Southern African federal government never recognized it.
After the outbreak of the world war, the federal government of Southern Africa promised that as long as they joined the army and fought for the federal government of Southern Africa, the federal government would give them freedom after the war.
Before the world war ended, Southern Africa moved all the Africans in its territory to surrounding countries. Rwanda never dreamed that Southern Africa would grant them freedom in this way.
Rwanda once held a grudge, but after coming to Portuguese West Africa and knowing the living conditions of Africans in Portuguese West Africa, Rwanda's hatred of southern Africa gradually faded away.
Compared with the Portuguese, southern Africa is quite good to Africans. Think about the fact that the Portuguese colonized West Africa for hundreds of years. They first sold Africans as slaves to all parts of the world. After the slave trade was banned, they continued to exploit and harm Africa through plantations.
People, those Africans on plantations, often work hard all day and don't even have enough to eat for dinner.
As far as Rwanda knows, this almost never happens in southern Africa.
"Rwanda, go ahead and call all the other workers over. We are going to execute these people in front of them and let them know the consequences of being lazy." Samson was arrogant. Although he was also the security director, but in Rwanda, this African country
As a human being, his status is obviously inferior to that of Samson, a white man.
"Samson, execute fourteen people at once? Mr. Alves will not agree." Rwanda did not stand up. He was afraid that if he stood up, he would not be able to help but kick Samson in the face.
"When you talk to me, you should also add sir after my name." Samson expressed dissatisfaction with Rwanda's slight. The frivolous "sir" has a very important meaning.
"Samson, if you want to win the respect of others, you must first respect others." Rwanda heard this sentence from his company commander during the World War. His company commander was a Nyasaland Military Academy graduate.
Chinese Lieutenant.
It must be said that Rwanda learned a lot during the world war, not only how to fight, but also how to deal with white people and how to fight for their own rights.
"Wow hahahaha - look at this guy, he wears the same uniform as us and thinks he can gain the respect of others. This is so funny!" Samson suddenly burst into laughter and pointed at Rwanda's evil deeds.
shape.
Several of the men around Luanda stood up suddenly and tightened their grip on the rifles in their hands.
"What are you going to do? Are you looking for death? Don't forget who gave you your current status. Remember that if we can give it to you, we can take it back at any time." Samson was emboldened. There was an outbreak of plantation workers revolting against slave owners in Portuguese West Africa.
riots, but were eventually suppressed.
Maybe Samson didn't notice that the previous riots were all initiated by Africans without adequate preparation, perfect organization, or even a goal. Such riots have no future. As long as the army is mobilized to suppress them,
It's easy to calm down the situation.
They are different in Rwanda.
These veterans have received many years of military training. They are all veterans who have survived the battlefields filled with bullets. They are organized and disciplined. They only need a common goal and a single spark can start a prairie fire.
"Okay, I'll call someone -" Rwanda stood up slowly, like a chimpanzee standing upright, and Samson finally felt the tremendous pressure.
Soon more than a thousand workers were gathered in the open space. Rwanda and his men were fully armed and maintained order around the open space.
Samson was sitting on a chair like a noble gentleman, holding a white rounded hat in his hand, similar in shape to the rounded helmet used by the British army during the World War.
"Sir, everyone is here -" one of Samson's men whispered in Samson's ear.
There seemed to be some dust on the hat in Samson's hand. Samson flicked it casually, then took out a white handkerchief and wiped it gently as if there was no one around.
He then stood up, put on his hat and straightened it up. He was holding a cane in his hand, wearing a white uniform and black leather boots. He looked like a real officer.
"These people have violated the regulations and must accept the punishment they deserve. You pigs, please remember clearly. This is the consequence of being lazy. The only consequence of not working hard is to feed the dogs. Keep your eyes open to see clearly."
——" Samson foamed at the mouth, and after cursing, the execution began.
What is hateful is that Samson did not let out all the hounds at once, but only let out one.
It was obvious that Samson wanted to prolong the process to satisfy some of his hobbies.
The screams started immediately.
The workers who were forced to watch couldn't bear to witness that as soon as someone closed their eyes, they were knocked to the ground and punched and kicked by Samson's men.
Rwanda stood beside him the whole time, looking at the workers in the field without any emotion.
There are thousands of workers present, but Samson and his men only have less than ten people, and the equipment is still old Martini Henry. If thousands of workers swarm forward, Samson and his men will not be able to fight at all.
Ability to resist.
It's a pity that these workers have no intention of resisting. Most of them have fear and uneasiness in their eyes, and they huddle together and tremble, as if they can get more security in this way.
Rwanda completely lost hope in these workers and gave one of his subordinates a wink.
The subordinate understood, suddenly raised his gun, and shot down the hound that was biting the worker.
Boom!
The gunfire woke up Samson and the shivering workers.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you looking for death!" Samson drew his gun with his backhand.
Then Luanda held down his arm.
Samson suddenly felt dangerous, as if he was on the edge of a cliff.
"Mr. Samson, thank you for letting me make up my mind -" Luanda's expression was cold, and her eyes were even colder.
"Wha, what -" As soon as Samson finished speaking, he felt a slight chill in his lower abdomen.
"I said: Thank you!" Luanda pulled out the dagger and then stabbed it in again.
"Ah -" Samson finally let out a cry of terror, and his men picked up their guns one after another. Unfortunately, before the bullets were loaded, they were shot down by Rwanda's men indiscriminately.
The workers still didn't make any move. They were stunned by the sudden situation in front of them and didn't know what to do.
"Follow me, you won't be bullied, you won't be bitten by dogs, you will have enough to eat every day, and you won't need to be oppressed. Are you willing?" Luanda's face was stained with blood, and her expression was ferocious.
He held up the dagger that was still bleeding.
"I'm willing, I'm willing--" Rwanda's men responded one after another.
"I would like to——" Finally a worker made a voice, and then the voice became louder and louder.
Of course, Samson, who was already in a dying state, would definitely not be able to hear these sounds.