The multilateral talks in Angola were disrupted by Zhou Qingfeng, and the two black indigenous forces failed to reap any benefits. In the end, the leaders of both parties could only go back and think of a way. After much deliberation, they could only go after the Chinese.
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The Chinese have resources, the Chinese are easy to bully, and the Chinese are afraid of trouble. This is not only the view of black Africans, but also the whole world.
Angola, which is located in the tropics, originally had abundant wild food resources, and the black uncles here did not need any labor production skills. They had never had any sense of worry and were too lazy to worry about tomorrow. The result was that people died in large numbers in the catastrophe.
It's just that after death, some of them survived. The surviving black people naturally embarked on another path of survival - if they want less investment and quick results, then rob!
Everyone has nothing to do with production, but robs and destroys others, surviving like locusts. This is how most people survive in the last days. Do you want to farm and produce? A large group of people will treat you as fat.
In order to survive, Old Qiaoxi and Bablu conducted a search like a casting net. Now the search finally paid off. They encountered several groups of black armed forces who had been harassing the Chinese base - this time the parasite finally found its host.
"Tell me, how many armed forces do those Chinese have?" Old Qiaoxi asked a black leader. He brought tens of thousands of men this time and easily annexed several local black armed groups.
"The Chinese don't have many armed personnel, but they have a large population and occupy a large area. Every time we sneak in, we can grab something." A black leader grinned with his teeth full and said with a lewd smile: "
The terrain here is flat and the Chinese cannot defend themselves against it."
Old Qiao Xi and Bablu looked at each other, and they were even more confident in eating the fat piece of Chinese meat. Now they have to rob if they don't want to, and only by robbing can they survive.
Ordering several black leaders to lead the way, Old Josie and Bablu led a team of tens of thousands of people along a river toward the Chinese base. These people grabbed a variety of weapons and wore colorful clothes.
It made a chaotic sound and kept moving forward.
After walking and walking for two or three kilometers, Old Qiao Xi could already see a large area of deforestation beside the river. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese people couldn't live without water, so they settled beside the river.
A row of towering guard towers appeared on one side of the river. Seeing the endless black team appearing, there was a burst of exclamation from the seven or eight meter high guard tower, and then you could see the sentries firing warning shots, and then they were deserted.
escape.
"Hahaha... They do this every time. They run when they see us coming, and we immediately rush in to grab it. Before the main force of their armed forces arrived, we left long ago with the things we grabbed."
A black leader pointed at the escaping sentry and laughed, "We succeed every time."
Old Qiao Xi and Bablu both looked at each other and smiled, and then Bablu said angrily: "We don't need to leave this time. We just need to capture some Chinese as hostages and let them continue to provide us with food."
"Ah..., this is a good idea, why didn't I think of it before?" The black leader said with some sudden realization, he kept praising Bablu's idea as a very good one.
"Hmph..." Old Qiao Xi sneered and ordered: "Bring people in and kill them. In order to survive, let us settle here."
With an order, tens of thousands of black gangsters surged forward like a tide. Countless people shouted, yelled, and moved their legs desperately. In the crowded crowd, the rumbling footsteps and strange shouts even carried
A barbaric atmosphere unique to Africa.
Old Qiao Xi and Bablu also followed forward. After walking some distance, they suddenly found a wooden sign lying upside down on the ground. Countless footprints had been trampled on the wooden sign, so it was obvious that it was originally erected here.
"What's written on it?" Old Josie asked, squinting his eyes.
Bablu also came over to take a look, and immediately shook his head and said: "Maybe it's Chinese writing, I don't know it. But the pattern on it is very strange. Why did they draw a jar on the wooden board?"
The two leaders studied for a while, but no one understood why there was such a wooden sign in front of the sentry tower? But it doesn't matter. If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it and move on.
But this time they had not advanced more than fifty meters when an explosion suddenly occurred among the front row of black men. After a scream, explosions occurred one after another, more than a dozen times at once.
Every time there is an explosion, one or two unlucky people will be killed and injured. Not many people die, but a lot of people are injured. At this time, the entire attack momentum of the black people is immediately curbed, and everyone stops immediately
Footsteps, looking around in horror, the smarter ones have even fallen down.
"What's going on?" Bablu was also startled, but when he crouched forward and took a look, he understood what had happened. "It's a landmine!"
Most of the victims suffered ankle injuries. What was even worse was that the entire foot was blown away, leaving only a bare and bleeding calf. Screams and shouts suddenly followed one after another, making the black people behind shudder and dare not act rashly.
"Fuck, why didn't you say there were landmines here?" Bablu stepped back to find the black leader who was leading the way, grabbed him by the neck, and stared at him with ferocious eyes.
"But there were no landmines here in the past!" the black leader who led the way shouted injustice. He had led people to raid the Chinese base here no less than fifty or sixty times, and he had never encountered a landmine.
The news reached the ears of old Josie at the back. The old black fox looked back at the wooden sign that had just been trampled and fell, and only then did he realize that the 'jar' painted on it was actually a mine warning.
"What the hell, there are actually landmines here." Bablu also got angry, and the attack he finally organized was destroyed by a few landmines. But thinking that the longer it dragged on, the harder it would be to deal with the Chinese in the base, he resolutely
He grabbed his pistol and shouted: "Don't be afraid, keep moving forward."
"Think about Chinese food, think about Chinese houses, maybe you can find a few Chinese women if you are lucky. What are you waiting for? If you don't rush in, you will all starve to death." Old Qiao Xi also stood up to encourage.
, and even let his personal guards supervise the battle. Those who retreat will die!
The tide of black people surged again, but this time they were not as enthusiastic as they had been at the beginning. They stepped forward cautiously, their eyes constantly studying where to put their feet.
Bablu pursed his lips and stared behind him. For a while, he even felt that this minefield was probably gone. He didn't feel sorry for the death of those twenty or thirty people at all.
But after walking about ten meters, the explosion sounded again. Just now it was an ordinary landmine that exploded when stepped on. But this time it was a jumping mine that bounced one meter high and exploded again.
Compared with ordinary landmines that only explode the soles of the feet, jumping mines that can fly into the air and explode hundreds of steel balls are so powerful. The lethality is increased tenfold, and a large area will fall when it explodes. It is useless even if you lie down, the steel balls
It will bombard the ground in a targeted direction.
On the impact front of more than 200 meters wide, thunderbolts popped up one after another. After jumping a dozen times, the black people who rushed forward let out screams of crying for their fathers and mothers, and retreated like the tide.
Go down.
This time even the supervising team retreated downwards, leaving only forty or fifty corpses lying on the ground, like fish and shrimp stranded on the tidal flats.
Old Qiaoxi and Bablu sighed at their bad luck and had no choice but to change directions and launch the attack again. As a result, they found that the river line was almost covered with landmines. The minefields were thick and dense and impossible to penetrate. After several hours of tossing back and forth, they died.
After attacking three to four hundred people, the remaining black people refused to attack again.
Through the telescope, Bablu could see the Chinese who were still in panic on the opposite side. Usually such a target was his best target, but this time he couldn't get past it!
It’s so uncomfortable to not be able to eat fat meat in front of your eyes!