The sound of a hundred artillery shells falling to the ground at the same time was astonishing, giving the impression that the black men on the opposite side were drowned in the smoke and dust of the explosion. However, when the flames of war subsided, the number of casualties left on the scene was not as high as imagined.
The shelling caused the black bandits to retreat quickly, and Wen Tianyu and others, who were not strong enough, could not pursue them. When cleaning the battlefield, they counted Uncle Black's body and the seriously injured, and found that the landmines killed and injured more than 200 people, but the casualties caused by the shelling were only
More than four hundred. This is far lower than everyone expected.
"Okay, don't be depressed. This is a reasonable casualty figure. One hundred artillery shells can kill more than 400 people, which is already amazing." Wen Tianyu patted the artillery battalion commander's shoulder, and then everyone fell to the ground.
The corpse in the area is worried.
Leave it alone, it will stink. Leave it alone, it's too dangerous.
"Let the black prisoners drag out the bodies." Wen Tianyu decided to make use of the waste. On the way the blacks evacuated, they still caught a hundred black men who couldn't run away. "Dig a hole and bury them."
Black people are also an important resource and can be used to do many jobs. In the past, the Chinese in Angola could not even afford to raise their own people, but now they can start to raise black slaves in small batches to do dangerous work.
After the battle was over, the defense line was re-arranged, and that night we began to summarize experiences. In the past, Wen Tianyu led the team to fight in small battles, but now he finally had to expand the team, and ended up running into a lot of trouble.
Wen Tianyu listed these issues one by one, including soldier quality, command and communications, and logistical support. He attached his personal opinions and sent them to Xiang Ming and Zhou Qingfeng in Luanda.
Xiang Ming could only give encouragement and let Wen Tianyu go ahead and do it. Zhou Qingfeng gave advice: "Let professional people do professional things. I think you can't limit yourself to veterans as the backbone of the armed forces.
There are other talents, let’s recruit them.”
In order to show his support for the Chinese forces in Angola, Zhou Qingfeng transported a group of white people he absorbed in Luanda to Malanje by airship, among whom Fuller, a Belgian who was rescued early, was among them.
"Hello, Mr. Fuller, welcome to our base. I have received orders from my superiors. From now on, you will be the logistics minister of our Chinese People's Front Armed Forces in Angola. We will definitely cooperate with your work.
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After saluting, shaking hands, and delivering a speech, Wen Tianyu welcomed a foreigner as his deputy. Fuller will specialize in logistics support. In a modern army, before the troops and horses are moved, food and grass go first. If the logistics is not good, there will be a fart war.
Most of the people who come to Africa to work hard are ordinary members of Chinese society. Most of the veterans are big-time soldiers, and low-level officers are rare. None of them understand logistics.
Westerners, on the other hand, have many high-level intellectuals who like to come to Africa, such as Mr. Fuller, who is both unlucky and lucky. This Belgian was summoned by Zhou Qingfeng inexplicably, took over the post of logistics, and was sent to Africa on an airship.
Malanje, there was no room for him to refuse.
"Hello, Mr. Wen, I think we can cooperate in a friendly manner." As a construction engineer, Fuller has professional expertise in planning, statistical distribution and other work. He led a team of five people to start work quickly, providing services for China
The forces sorted out some logistical difficulties.
Fuller's arrival did help a lot, but after reading the simple documents provided by Wen Tianyu, the white man sighed: "You Chinese really want to eat at all times."
The more than 200,000 surviving Chinese in Angola can select a group of talents no matter what. But in fact, whether it is Wen Tianyu or Xiang Ming, the management organization they planned is very small. What are the remaining people doing?
They are trying their best to scrape food from the land.
During the nuclear winter, Zhou Qingfeng used coal from Mexico to build a greenhouse and raised maggots to obtain protein. The Chinese in Angola did not have coal, but they built underground greenhouses and burned wood and weeds to maintain the temperature.
During the most difficult period, no one cared about team management, and everyone languished in underground greenhouses. The edible fungi grown in the greenhouses became a staple food for many people.
Even after the nuclear winter passed, the cultivation of edible fungi in the underground greenhouses has not stopped, and the output has continued to grow.
Fuller selected those who could form a management organization from a rough list of personnel, and at the same time sighed: "More than 200,000 of you have built more than 50,000 underground greenhouses and cultivated 30,000 acres of arable land. Every day during the coldest period.
The production of dozens of tons of edible fungi is truly remarkable."
Regarding Fuller's lament, Wen Tianyu said sadly: "This was not built by 200,000 people, but by more than 600,000 people. We chose to settle in Malanje because although it is remote, it has water sources.
Abundant and fertile land.
If it were not a nuclear winter, we could build a better place here. If the nuclear winter could be postponed for three months, we could reduce the number of deaths by half. If the nuclear winter was postponed for one year, we are even confident that no one will die."
Even Zhou Qingfeng was extremely shocked by the food production capacity of the base. With his cheating ability, the greenhouses built in Havana only cost ten to twenty thousand, and the food production was far less than that.
"Okay, okay, I want people who can farm!" After reading the report sent by Fuller, Zhou Qingfeng was shocked to find that among the occupations of Chinese people in Angola, the most common ones are those who run farms.
White people who come to Angola to invest often simply buy agricultural products. Only the Chinese can really make use of the light and heat resources here to farm. Before the catastrophe, even the various vegetables, fruits, meat, and grains produced by Chinese farms were feeding the people.
Black people in this country.
Xiang Ming explained to Zhou Qingfeng, "Angola's agricultural population exceeds 70%, and there seems to be no shortage of labor. But in fact, most of the black people here would rather be beggars in urban slums than open up wasteland for farming.
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Moreover, the farmers here are of low quality and are widely illiterate. In many places, they are still practicing slash-and-burn cultivation. The only thing they know how to grow is cassava, because cassava does not require field management and can be harvested after planting.
Our country once sent people to teach them how to grow corn, but they were unable to grow corn seedlings into corn grass. What a pity that this country has 35 million hectares of land!"
These words sounded regretful, but to Zhou Qingfeng, they sounded extremely excited, "The planting conditions in Angola are better than those in Cuba under my control. You must know that Cuba has high yields of sugar, cigars, cocoa and other crops, but in that damn place...
There just isn't enough food to eat.
In the future, I will help you restore agriculture, so that I no longer have to worry about food. Although Angola is separated from the Americas by the Atlantic Ocean, you are my strongest backing!"