Sardin is really a high-spirited bitch. He is an African native with a simple face and a cunning mind. Everything is for himself. But now that he can finally eat more after joining the advance team, this made him writhe in despair in the past.
The thoughts came out like an explosion.
Qin Weidong treated Sardin as a dog, and Sardin immediately treated him as a lackey. Because he felt that the group in front of him was more valuable to rely on.
Whether it was food and drink, equipment, or momentum, it was stronger than other forces in Luanda. Even the existence of the two mutants in the advance team was regarded by Sardin as some kind of victory totem.
"A force with such war monsters is truly worthy of me joining." After confirming the mutants' combat effectiveness at close range, Sardin immediately put all his ingenuity into serving the advance team in order to gain attention.
The "dog bones" thrown out by Qin Weidong at will immediately won Sardine's "loyalty". After receiving the order, he pulled out more than fifty homeless street slaves with just one mouth, and lined up in a crooked queue to express himself to Qin Weidong.
The recruitment of people has been completed.
After securing three 'business partners', Qin Weidong originally wanted to take a break, but found that he was such a loser that he was very efficient at work!
reward!
One bowl of cassava porridge per person..., gone.
Cassava porridge is also good!
Sardin only relies on bragging to fool people, and those who gather with him are the most desperate classes in the city. Only the various forces will recruit them temporarily if they want to do something. In order to have one more mouthful of porridge, these people have to
It's a matter of life.
After drinking porridge, Sardin picked up a stick and whipped all his men severely. There was no reason, just to establish authority. His men were all very well-behaved, holding their heads and silently acknowledging this bastard's command.
Quan, not even a scream.
Waiting until the next morning, Qin Weidong continued to clean up the palace square and surrounding buildings, while expanding the security area. Oke personally brought twenty of his men over to collect weapons and equipment, and also wanted to know more about the advance team.
However, outsiders were not allowed to enter and leave the Palace Square at will. Oak and the other two selected 'business partners' received rifles and other supplies outside the barricade of the square. And he found that he had another competitor - Sardin.
"You can still get breakfast?"
"Yes, I am the first confidant of the Chinese boss to join me. I am a higher class than you."
It was natural for Sardin to talk nonsense. But Oak knew that he had met an extremely shameless guy, but he also tried to ask if there was breakfast available, and it turned out that there was indeed - cassava porridge, with some palm at most.
Oil.
Cassava porridge is also good!
Oke only hated that he had brought too few people. If he could, he would bring all his men over to eat for free. And with Oke's example, the other two 'business partners' also ran to get breakfast, and they also felt that they were taking up a lot of space.
Cheap.
The food source in Luanda has become increasingly tight, and the food available in the wild has long since dried up. It would really cost black people their lives to have to work on the land. They used to rely on the sky for food. Tropical Africa
There is an abundance of food in the wild. Only now….
Training started after dinner. Qin Weidong originally wanted to start with the queue. But Old Harris, who was in charge of this matter, directly denied it: "It's useless. We can't teach these idiots to obey discipline. We must teach them the simplest, simple things."
Until it makes you feel retarded."
So what is the easiest? One person covers with a submachine gun, and one person throws a grenade from behind. There are gunshots and explosions, impact and fireworks, momentum and achievements. This is the most suitable tactic for these gangs to fight against the five scum.
As for the issue of firearms maintenance, we might as well train a group of specialized personnel to do the work after each war. Divide the work as much as possible, otherwise it will be too complicated for these African losers to handle.
Well, follow the good example. Mr. Qin also feels that there is no need to train these wastes too well. They just need to be a little bit higher than other five scum.
Oak and others were quite happy with this kind of training. Anyway, it was just one person in front holding a gun and the other person behind holding a grenade and pulling the string and throwing it. It was too simple.
But regarding training, Oak found that the loser Sardin was particularly active. Others only brought twenty men to learn this simple tactic, but he brought more than fifty people to learn it.
However, because the advance team did not bring enough spare firearms, Sardin was only assigned five sets of infantry equipment. He gave his men without guns a stick and a stone, and these two ridiculous things served as training rifles and grenades.
During the training of house-to-house fighting, Sardin's men also had to use their mouths to simulate the sounds of rifle shooting and grenade explosions. The effect... was quite realistic.
Sardin's second-rate behavior left Oak and others at a loss as to what to do. They felt like they were simply partnering with a group of fools. But Sardin's men were the only ones who simulated very seriously, even if they were too weak to keep up with the intensity of the training.
, but also gritted his teeth and persisted.
"That guy named Sardin has some ability." Qin Weidong, who visited the training, commented.
Old Harris said disdainfully: "Because his men are from the lowest class. If they don't work hard, they will die."
Speaking of death, several of Sardin's men really couldn't bear it and died of exhaustion in just one morning of training. But at noon, Qin Weidong took care of their meals again, and at most they added more palm oil to boost their morale again.
.
Cassava porridge is also good!
The people Ouke brought for training were all his main force in robbing houses. To put it bluntly, they were close confidants. They could ensure that they would eat and drink on a daily basis without having to finish one meal. Although these people were not disgusted with cassava porridge, they did not find it too much.
Rare.
But Oke and others looked at Sardin taking the lead in licking his rice bowl clean. The skinny guys in their fifties were like reincarnations of starving ghosts, and they felt a sense of fear. For some reason, he felt that Sardin's
It's scary when people try to do something to the extreme.
This is rare in lazy Africa.
Thinking about how he treated these low-level people as low as dust, Oak suddenly felt that if these people became powerful, they would probably retaliate against him - yes, that's right! This is how it feels, a group of people being bullied
Guys who are about to die suddenly turn around and are saved, and will take crazy revenge on those who have oppressed them.
Sardin's men were silently enduring insults, beatings, and censures. Even if they were carrying ridiculous sticks and stones, even if they were laughed at coldly, and even if their companions were foaming at the mouth and dying of exhaustion in front of them, they would not say a word about participating in the training. Super
Ridiculous training.
One person is holding a wooden stick in front and making a chug sound from his mouth; the other person is imitating the action of twisting the cap and pulling the string, throwing a stone towards the street corner or window. The cycle goes on and on without stopping, such a serious black man.
Not very common.
A chill came from the bottom of Ouke's heart, and he began to use fierce faces, vicious curses, and severe beatings to drive his subordinates to train. He only had one thought in his mind, and he must not let the bumpkin among this gang of bumpkins gain power, otherwise
These guys will ride on their heads and shit.
At night, Oke's men were exhausted. They had never experienced any high-intensity training. Fighting relied on numbers and momentum. They were exhausted from a day's work and didn't even want to eat dinner.
And dinner...?
Sardin's group was cheering like thunder... Cassava porridge is also good!