After finishing the pretentious show at the airport, Zhou Qingfeng looked for an opportunity to return to the wasteland, and six divisions of weapons and equipment came back with him. The Rabbit Military was very satisfied with the helicopters he got, and they generously added more.
I would like to express my gratitude to Shaohuo. Although they are all retired equipment, they are still valuable.
Returning to the wasteland, Zhou Qingfeng returned to Luanda in Africa after a series of flights from Nassau in the Caribbean. In the two or three days since he left, the situation in Luanda had changed dramatically.
The two airships of the Aurora Corps are now in Africa, performing personnel and material transportation tasks from Luanda to Malanje. There are a total of eight flights back and forth every day, which can transport 500 people from Malanje to Luanda, and also from Luanda.
Transported nearly thirty tons of supplies to Malanje.
High-efficiency transportation has greatly strengthened Zhou Qingfeng's ability to control Luanda, but it has also put tremendous pressure on some people in Luanda.
Eric, who was hiding in the underground pipe network at the time, felt resentful about this change. Every time he saw the airship floating in the sky, he would express his anger with extremely hateful eyes and curse words - because he was marginalized.
Already.
"These damn yellow monkeys want to take away control of Angola from us. They want to take advantage of this disaster to expand their influence in Africa." Eric said while eating the 'Supreme' instant noodles shipped by Zhou Qingfeng.
While cursing Zhou Qingfeng's ambition.
Dining with other rescued white men, they were not allowed to enter the Legion-controlled Fort San Miguel, but were arranged to clean up the ruins in the city. The heavy and boring manual labor made the white men very miserable.
They thought it was the work of black slaves.
"Eric, do you have any ideas?" There was more than one person who was resentful. The white people who were working had a lunch break, and it was a good time to communicate secretly during the meal.
"I..., what good ideas can I have?" The failure of the previous "Returning Group" organization not only significantly reduced the number of remaining white men, but also greatly reduced Eric's prestige.
There are only about a dozen companions who are willing to gather around Eric at this moment. The others are either grateful to the Legion for their rescue or are satisfied with the current situation. After a long period of suffering, everyone is eager to live a stable life, and not many people
Willing to cause trouble with Eric.
"Victor Hugo treats us like black slaves." All Eric could do was complain. He couldn't dump the noodles in his hand. "Everything he fed us was pig food, and he even robbed us of it."
Take away our women and not give us appropriate medical treatment?"
"I need injections, I need healing for my legs and my face. I know the Legion has that magic thing, but his guys refuse to give it to me. He's a racist, he's a fascist."
Eric's face and legs were injured. He had always hoped to recover. Unfortunately, Qin Weidong refused his request without hesitation, "I really shouldn't cooperate with these yellow monkeys. Their squinty little eyes are so ridiculous. Even
Breathing of evil."
The frustrated white man could only laugh and curse behind his back during breaks, but after venting, he still had to work. Cleaning the streets would produce a lot of garbage. Eric's legs and feet were not convenient, so his task was to drive an electric truck to transport and dump the garbage.
.
During the transportation, Eric drove by the Luanda train station, where many Chinese people had already come. He stopped at an intersection at the train station and looked at it, feeling very strange.
The train station was dilapidated, and from time to time there was the roar of machinery, or the sound of the collapse of buildings being demolished. Eric saw a familiar figure passing by, and quickly shouted: "Hi..., Martha
, why are you here?"
The white girl was wearing a dirty yellow safety helmet and holding a folder in her hand. When she saw Eric, she smiled and said: "Hi... Uncle Eric, good afternoon! I work here in China.
People are renovating the train station and trying to get it back into use."
"What are you doing over there?" Eric asked, pointing in the direction of the roaring machine: "It sounds very noisy."
"This railway is electrified, but the city's power supply has been interrupted. The Chinese have found several diesel locomotives and they are testing them, but the specific conditions don't seem to be good." Martha shrugged and smiled, saying that this job was very difficult.
“Why are the Chinese building these trains?”
"Hundreds of thousands of their compatriots are trapped in the hinterland of Angola. It is unsafe to transport them by ordinary vehicles, so they are considering using trains."
The simple conversation gave Eric a lot of information. Just as he was about to leave, a loud whistle suddenly came from a shed at the train station, and a rumble of a locomotive came out of it, spitting out black smoke.
"Oh..., they succeeded, they really drove the train out. Oh my God, this is such good news." Martha shouted happily and ran towards the engine of the train cheering.
Eric felt very unhappy about this scene. In the past, he could use his skin color to look down on any black or yellow person in Africa, but now he has become the object of being looked down upon. But what can he do? He can only lead
He cursed and left.
In the train station, piles of ruins and equipment were piled haphazardly on the ground. Xiang Ming said to Qin Weidong distressedly: "You must give me another five thousand black workers, and I must clear all obstacles along the railway, otherwise it will be opened to traffic.
It’s just a joke.”
"Five thousand black workers?" Qin Weidong at the scene also had a headache, "I can give you five hundred at most. Those blacks are in very poor physical condition now and need at least a month of recuperation before they can do heavy work."
"I can't wait a month, at most a week, I want five thousand black people to work." Xiang Ming said, "Don't care too much about the lives of those black people, there are a lot of them."
"Don't be too impatient, the 'Bird of Paradise' will arrive in a few days, and there will be more than 3,000 Latin American workers coming to work." Speaking of this, Qin Weidong also smiled bitterly. Compared with flying in three to five days,
An airship trip across the Atlantic Ocean, the cargo ship 'Bird of Paradise' traveled for more than half a month.
"Is this the Expeditionary Suicide Squad you're talking about?"
"That's right, those people are both workers and soldiers, and they can solve your labor shortage problem. I'm afraid our current problem is not a lack of manpower, but a lack of fuel."
Both of them set their sights on the internal combustion engine locomotive that had just left the maintenance shed. That thing needs to burn diesel. But now the whole world is short of diesel.
Qin Weidong said: "I only collected about fifty tons of diesel in the city, and a large amount of diesel has to wait for the arrival of the Bird of Paradise. This is all the capacity squeezed out of the Havana refinery and transported across the entire Atlantic.
Very valuable.”
When it came to diesel, Xiang Ming could only sigh and said helplessly: "Angola's diesel is all controlled by Ban. That group of white people has occupied the refinery in Soyo and several oil wells along the coast, which is not easy to deal with."
Regarding potential opponents, Qin Weidong showed a bit of hatred, "Time is more favorable to us. When the 'Bird of Paradise' arrives, we will be able to gain a firm foothold. If it is difficult to deal with it then we will have to deal with it."