After Martin's introduction, everyone had a general understanding of the domestic situation in West Sadamoya. The political situation in this small West African country has changed dramatically recently. In the blink of an eye, it changed from a small kingdom with a constitutional monarchy to a military dictatorship. The Wendu army captain transformed into a military dictatorship.
The first president of Sissadamoa, while the original royal family members died and fled. The few remaining people lingered in the jungle, relying on the support of the Kaya tribe to fight against the Kuba regime...
West Sadamoa is located in the middle of West Africa. A tributary of the Congo River passes through the territory and flows into the Gulf of Guinea. The capital, San Juan, is a port city and the only city in the country. The port equipment is backward and cannot berth large ocean-going ships. Maritime trade has to
Relying on deep-water ports in neighboring countries, there is an airport in the country, but it is also unable to take off and land large jets, and only a few African routes are barely operating.
The official language of this country is Portuguese, as well as the dialects of the Wendu and Kaye peoples. These two ethnic groups together formed the Kingdom of West Sadamoa. In the early colonial rule, the Portuguese governor adopted a divide-and-rule approach to support Wendu.
The Wendu people suppressed the Kaye people, and the Wendu people had more opportunities to receive education. The professions of doctors, lawyers, teachers, policemen, and soldiers were also mostly occupied by the Wendu people. However, after the colonial independence in the 1960s, the political situation in Western Saddamoa
A reversal occurred. With the support of the Soviet Union, the Kaye people seized power with armed force and established the Western Sadamoan People's Republic. The Kaye people turned to occupy high positions and used class struggle to oppress the people who had dominated them for centuries.
The Wendu tribe, with the help of Western mercenaries, and the Soviet-armed government forces launched a civil war that lasted for more than 20 years.
In the mid-1980s, the Soviet Union completely shrank its front on the African continent. With the coordination of the international community and the original suzerainty, Western Saddamoa restored peace and adopted a unique constitutional monarchy. The head of state was rotated by chiefs of various ethnic groups for a two-year term.
In 2007, this way of governing by taking turns as emperors caused the country to lack long-term plans. The domestic political situation was long-term turbulent and ethnic conflicts intensified. The capital San Juan became a dangerous powder keg. Just a month ago, an accidental incident triggered a
Fire rope, army captain Jean Kuba led a rebel army composed of Wendu soldiers to capture the palace, killed the Kaye king, and declared himself the head of state of Sissadamoa.
"Has the war officially begun?" Li Jianguo, who had been listening silently, suddenly flicked the ashes from his cigarette and asked. As a professional soldier, he was very interested in this war that was thousands of miles away.
"The war has begun. Finally, the king's army fled into the rainforest and started a guerrilla war with the government forces. Now we, the Kaye people, have to be the ones to arm all the people and resist Kuba's tyranny." Martin waved his fist and said.
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"I'm asking, specifically, what form do you use to conduct combat?" Li Jianguo asked.
Martin was stunned for a moment and said: "A war is a war. We use all weapons to attack the rebels who dare to invade our tribe, including bows and arrows, spears, and fists."
"Understood." Li Jianguo asked no more questions. The scale of a civil war in a country with only two to three hundred people in the team can be imagined. It is probably lower than the level of wargames played by military friends.
"Why not call on the international community to pay attention?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"There is one Associated Press reporter and two local employees in San Juan. No one will be interested in what happens here, because there is no oil, no gold and no diamonds in Western Saddamoa. Western capitalists and politicians will not
Take a second look here, it doesn’t make any difference to them who is the president or king of this country, I think they don’t even bother to change the files of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.”
Having said this, Martin spread his hands and grabbed the bottle of Chivas Regal and drank a few gulps.
"If..." Liu Ziguang pondered, "I mean, if we help you Kaye people regain power, what kind of reward will we get?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Martin's eyes, and then he shook his head and said: "My dear friend, I'm afraid I can't make any promises. Now the country is in charge of Kuba, the treasury is in his hands, and the banks, importers and exporters are all Wendu
Tribesmen, we Kaye tribe have nothing, no U.S. dollars, no gold, nothing that you are interested in."
Liu Ziguang nodded. Martin's frankness made him understand that the dilemma faced by the Kaye people was more difficult than imagined.
"You are even too poor to afford a few hundred aks, right?" Bei Xiaoshuai interjected and asked.
Martin shrugged: "Purchasing arms is not a simple matter. In fact, I came to Chenguang Factory to purchase bows, arrows and spears because I couldn't get through this road. As we all know, the arms trade is the most profitable business after the drug trade. It is the largest in the world.
The arms dealers are the five permanent members of the Security Council, and then there are some trans-army groups and small arms smugglers, and the black market arms dealers are at the bottom of the industry."
"Yes, this is reliable. I read that it was also said in "Lord of War"." Bei Xiaoshuai nodded in agreement.
"First of all, I do not represent the Western Saddamoa government. I cannot provide an end-user certificate, so regular arms dealers will not pay attention to me. And arms transactions between countries are often accompanied by political transactions. The foreign minister of any country
None of them are interested in intervening in the internal affairs of such a small African country. They can't even find Western Sadamoa on the map, so..." As he spoke, Martin expressed his helplessness with a very African expression.
"Ordinary arms dealers will not take a fancy to a small business like the 200 AK47. The small arms business relies entirely on volume to make money. What they value is high-tech weapons, such as shoulder-mounted weapons that can bring down passenger planes.
Missiles, or micro-nuclear devices, stealth coatings on fighter jets, etc. Arms dealers never care about how many women and children the weapons they sell will kill. They only care about how much green money they can make, so you can't expect it.
Someone out of kindness sold me two hundred ak47s cheaply."
"Where are the black market traders? Have you tried it? I know that Danao in the Philippines and some areas on the border with Pakistan can produce light weapons. They are two-thirds cheaper than the market price. They are high quality, cheap and plentiful. They will not care if you belong to Bin Laden.
We are still cia people, they just pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand." Zhuo Li also showed off some posts he had read on the Internet.
"I am just a poor student. I have only been to China and have only done some trading in clothing and electronic products. I have never been to places like the Philippines and Pakistan and have no experience in dealing with terrorists. And even if I have money to buy
Weapons, there is no way to transport them back to the country." Martin spread his hands.
Zhuo Li propped his head on one arm and meditated, and the room fell into silence. The five men were all smoking hard and thinking about how to help Martin. During this period, the waiter came in once to help them put away the wine bottles and ashtrays. What the waiter never dreamed of was,
These five men were discussing a national-level event in the private room of the bathing center!
"I do know a friend who may have some supplies. He doesn't care about the size of his business and he also has the means of transportation. I'll ask him later to see if he can get it together... By the way, Martin, how many people do you have who can use guns?"
Martin thought for a while and said: "Some of the former King's Guards can skillfully operate firearms. There are about a dozen of them. The tribal warriors can only use bows, arrows and spears. In fact, they are still in the primitive stage, and even training will cost a lot of money."
energy."
Liu Ziguang and Li Jianguo exchanged glances and understood what Martin meant. The so-called tribal warriors are authentic raw people, primitive people who probably don't even wear clothes. Let them learn to use automatic rifles, and let orangutans learn to use bows and arrows.
The difficulty is no less difficult than Duo Yi.
"I have a plan." Liu Ziguang stood up and took a few steps, his cigar smoking in his hand, as if he was strategizing.
"How much funds can you Kaye people use? I will make appropriate allocations based on your financial strength. It is absolutely impossible to do without firearms, but it is impossible to rely solely on firearms. I think it is more suitable to match the two with each other."
"Fifteen million..."
Zhuo Li and Bei Xiaoshuai took a deep breath and looked at each other. Li Jianguo also showed a stern smile. Liu Ziguang stopped and asked in a deep voice: "Dollars?"
"no……"
"RMB?"
"It's not... it's Sissa Damoa Peso."
As Martin spoke, he took out a few banknotes from his pocket. The printing quality of the large banknotes was pretty good, with Latin characters and the portrait of a black man wearing a European-style military uniform on them. The face value was 10,000 yuan.
"This is the currency in circulation in our country, the Sissadamoa peso. This currency can be exchanged for about ten U.S. dollars. After Kuba came to power, the political turmoil devalued the currency. Now it is only a few cents more than one U.S. dollar, and it is still
It continues to fall.”
Everyone had black hair, smoked and stopped talking. They only had a little over 10,000 yuan and they were thinking about the great cause of rejuvenating the country. Isn't this just a joke with a few brothers who are full of food?
Bei Xiaoshuai took one, looked at the watermark under the light, and said with an idea, "I have an idea."
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"Take this money and go to the bank door to deceive the old lady, just say it is euros..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Li slapped him on the head: "Pull you down, you can come up with such a bad idea, I think you are in need of a slap!"
Bei Xiaoshuai covered his head: "I was just joking, I really hit you."
"My fellow African class brothers are in dire straits, and you still have the heart to make fun of me. I'll slap you lightly."
"Okay, okay, in the early years, when the revolutionary martyrs fought against the Japanese, they also needed guns but no guns, and money but no money. The eight-year war of resistance also defeated the Japanese devils. If they had less money, they would think of ways to save money. By the way, Martin,
After all, you are also an overseas student and belong to the elite of your Kaye tribe. What kind of official position do you hold in the government-in-exile?"
"I am the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade." Martin replied seriously, stroking his non-existent tie as he spoke.
The brothers were all happy and laughed loudly: "Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade, this is at least a deputy ministerial level official. I didn't expect you to become an official very quickly. By the way, do you have a title?"
"Perhaps you have forgotten that I am the prince of Sissadamoa, and the old king who was killed by Kuba was my grandfather."
The laughter stopped suddenly, and everyone silently patted Martin on the shoulder to express condolences.