"Do you know how American farmers used their black slaves in the seventeenth century?" Zhou Qingfeng overlooked the entire city of Luanda on the large open-air platform of the San Miguel Castle.
The cool breeze in the early morning could lift up a bit of energy. Qin Weidong was sleepy after a busy night, but he had to hold on to accept the summons. But Zhou Qingfeng's words were a bit confusing. After thinking for a long time, he had to admit that he didn't understand.
The meaning of my own boss.
"American farmers make black slaves feel that being a slave is a job with lifelong security. Although being a slave is a bit despicable, life with a master is paradise. Of course, there are too few fools these days, and this kind of propaganda is
It doesn't make sense.
But we can educate black people in another way. We can give them choices, but we must let them understand that there is no hope of being independent. Only by working with us can we be happy." Zhou Qingfeng murmured for a while and said in a deep voice: "I
I plan to set up a black training center."
"Training center?" Qin Weidong didn't understand even more.
Zhou Qingfeng also frowned, "Isn't this a good name? Okay, let's be simple and call it Black Slave Prison, and be harsher. Anyway, those niggas are fearful but unethical guys, throw them in and accept
Educate and improve their quality to facilitate our rule."
Zhou Qingfeng's policy changed many people, such as..., Sardin. Let's listen to what he said.
Hello everyone, I am Satin, an ordinary African. Please believe me, there is really nothing special about me. If I am, then I must be lucky.
When the advance team of the Aurora Legion landed at Luanda Airport, I made contact with them. That meeting was unfortunate. My Nth boss was beaten into a pile of mud by shrapnel, and his body was randomly left to rot in the wilderness.
And because I can speak a little English, I have the N+1 boss."
The advance team forgave me and asked me to lead the way. I happily accepted this task. I believe that no matter who it is, as long as they face the mutants' big mouths that don't hold back anything, they will happily accept it.
The advance team occupied the site of my former boss that day and began to renovate and construct it. This is almost a characteristic of the Chinese, they like to do this kind of thing no matter where they go.
As a translator, I accompanied a mutant the next day to announce the arrival of the advance team to other forces in the city. The process went smoothly, and I also received an unexpected reward - I was established as a model and was ordered to form an army of servants.
I think everyone knows what happened next. I pulled more than fifty black brothers who were about to starve to death to join the advance team, and they were put on the battlefield after only one day of training. The people I commanded successfully defeated another
The lair of power.
At that moment, I won the first victory and glory in my life. I felt that my many years of hard work had not been in vain. I was so excited that I decided to offer my greatest loyalty to Boss Qin of the advance team.
But not long after the good times came, the idiots from the white "Returning Corps" ran out. Those guys were our mortal enemies before. Their arrogance and superiority were disgusting, and they couldn't wait to enslave us black people again.
So I encouraged my men to overthrow the white "returning group" in one fell swoop. Yes, that's right, I was the one who instigated it behind the scenes. I don't know why I did it at that time? Anyway, I just did it!
Black people are always more casual.
Then I offered my utmost loyalty to the boss Marco who fought back. I even kissed his toes and shot several captured white people to death in front of him. The result was..., I was killed by my own The N+2 boss is sent to attack the advance team’s camp.
It's not possible to go. I can only go there with my men. Don't say that I am unrighteous and moral. Africans don't pay attention to this.
Under my example, my N+1 boss was counterattacked by my N+2 boss. At that time, the advance team of the Aurora Legion was forced to guard the church in Palace Square, and they used heavy trucks to hit the church. Actually I came up with it and it works great!
However, just when my N+1 boss was about to die, the great man Victor Hugo descended from the sky. Yes, he was the guy riding an airship with the Golden Dragon LOGO on it. He was very cool.
At that time, Boss Marco realized that the situation was not good, so I was kicked in the butt by him and led the team to prevent the airship from landing. Specifically..., we were beaten violently. You must think that I am lucky to return to the N+1 Under the command of a boss?
No, no, I was imprisoned. What was lucky for me was that no one knew about my betrayal. This was not a thing in the eyes of my black brothers, and no one mentioned it at all. So the Legion didn't know either.
I stayed in prison for half a year, which was an unforgettable half year for me. There were many, many people imprisoned at that time, tens of thousands of them one after another. It is said that our big boss believed that we were also a labor force and had the value of reform, so we could not It was wasted. So we survived.
I went to bed early and got up early in the prison, and my life was quite regular. The prison guards trained us every day after we had enough to eat. It is said that they are still trying to form a more combat-effective African slave army, a slave that will not rebel casually and has discipline. military.
Walk in unison, walk in step, stand still, and turn back.
Believe me, my black brother and I were trained for three months. The guard scolded us every day for being stupid. He started with how to 'walk' and used sticks and leather boots to teach us how to obey orders mechanically. If anyone hesitates even a little bit, , that guy’s class will be punished collectively.
Being punished is often starving, which is the most painful thing. So after discipline and punishment, we will punish the idiot who caused the trouble again until there are no idiots among us.
To be honest, I didn't know why we were asked to queue up at that time? But I had to obey without hesitation. The first Chinese sentence I learned was "report to the government". Any words you say must start with this sentence, otherwise the stick will come down on your head and face. .
During the three months of training in the queue, I grew stronger and regained my health. I once again had muscles and was no longer skinny. The same was true for my black brothers. We felt that the prison of the Legion was also quite good.
After completing the queue training, I was trained for another three months. I could speak English and Portuguese, but the first time I learned to write was Chinese characters. I knew addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and I could memorize the multiplication table. I was crammed It seems to have instilled a lot of common sense in life. My textbook is "One Hundred Thousand Whys".
Believe me, this book is really great! It made me feel like I suddenly gained wisdom.
I originally thought I would stay in prison for the rest of my life, but half a year later I was kicked out of the prison with a new look. I hugged the prison guard and begged him not to abandon me. I could offer my greatest loyalty and I was willing to join the African Legion. The servant army fights for the legion leader.
But the legion didn't want me. They needed stupid people to join the servant army, but I was too slippery. But because I knew a lot of languages, the legion suggested that I serve as a liaison officer with other African indigenous forces.
To be honest, I really don't want to leave the already stable city of Luanda, because apart from this, wars are going on in other places in Africa.
Just imagine this. After a simple training, an ordinary poor African joined a rebel army in Zambia, eastern Angola, with sad emotions. Then I discovered that my black brothers were terrible at fighting!
Really, I have never felt this way before. But when I saw groups of people wandering around the battlefield, I felt that if I pulled out my friends from prison, I would absolutely crush them.
The black brothers of the anti-government forces have no organization, no discipline, and no restraint. They can do whatever they want, go wherever they want, and they have no purpose in doing anything, they just do whatever they want.
At that time, the climate in Africa had improved significantly, tropical vegetation had begun to recover, and all kinds of wild fruits could be eaten freely. The black brothers could sing songs, dance, and show off their dicks!
But I am very desperate about this. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I miss the life in the legion prison, I miss the days of being beaten and educated by the guards, I miss the companions who were forced to study together, and I feel like I am with those
Ignorant idiots are not the same kind.
I want to change all this!
Until one day, a caravan selling daily necessities appeared in front of me. The leader of the caravan was from the Aurora Legion, so I ran over and asked: "Report to the government, do you have Type 56 submachine guns?"
The leader of the caravan who only sold ordinary daily necessities widened his eyes. He first shook his head and said that he was just a legion salesman and did not sell weapons. But he quickly gave me a card. "This is the legion arms export company in Luanda."
The address of the city, maybe you should go find them."
"But I don't have any money, can I get it on credit?"
"No money? This is the contact information between the Legion Slave Trading Company and the African Development Bank. We accept all kinds of goods, such as slaves, both black and white people need. The price is favorable, and no one is bullied."
"I'm still short of various daily necessities, do you have any?"
"Living supplies, then the right thing to do is contact our African Servant Army Foreign Trade Department! We provide everything you need. We don't even need you to pay cash, but we are interested in the power you have. I just want to ask, you
How much territory do you control?"
Do I have rights? No. At least not yet.
When I faced the Aurora Legion salesman, I felt really ashamed. He reminded me of Martin Luther King's famous saying - I have a dream!
Yes, I have had a dream since I was a child. I hope I can become a great person like Mandela (but later I heard who is a big fool).
I have been working hard, looking for every opportunity, and never gave up in the most difficult environment. Until I met this salesman with a dirty face.
This salesman was just an ordinary caravan leader from Luanda.
This caravan leader is just an inconspicuous figure under Qin Weidong, the commander of the Aurora Legion's servant army in Africa.
Qin Weidong could only bow his head in front of Victor Hugo.
I have met this series of characters, but now I have fallen into...
Fuck meow’s dream, the black man’s dream is too far away!
I'll just be a dog and offer my utmost loyalty to this salesman.