The blue sea and blue sky, the soaring waterbirds, and the water on the Changle wheel reflect the exotic scenery of Aden Port. After experiencing a thrilling battle, the friendship between the crew members has greatly deepened, and their attitude towards the new captain has also changed from contempt and neglect to respect.
, beloved, Changle Lun has become everyone’s home at sea..
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The cargo ship enters the port to replenish fresh water, food, fuel, and various lubricants. The crew goes ashore to rest and shop. After a short rest, the Changle ship will cross the Red Sea, reach the Mediterranean Sea through the Suez Canal, and then enter the Atlantic Ocean from the Strait of Gibraltar, and then head south.
After traveling thousands of nautical miles, we can reach our destination—Sissadamoa.
In a high-end hotel on the shore of the Gulf of Aden, Liu Ziguang met Chen Jinlin, who had been traveling at sea for nearly a month. After the two embraced him warmly, Liu Ziguang said with emotion: "Old Chen, you have become darker and thinner. At home,
The child is only a few months old and I have already caught him doing hard work. It’s really hard on you.”
"Come on, what's the point of saying so many beautiful words? This broken ship of yours almost killed me. The more critical the moment, the worse the chain is. I said this ship is not picked up by your boy from some ship-breaking yard.
Scrap goods, right?" Chen Jinlin put his snow-white captain's hat on the table and took the cold beer handed over by Liu Ziguang unceremoniously.
"No way, it's a serious second-hand ship. It's a little older, but the quality is still very good." Liu Ziguang smiled sarcastically, helped Chen Jinlin light a cigar, and then sat down.
Chen Jinlin handed over the fax. Liu Ziguang glanced at it and said, "Where is the international direct dial code 65?"
"I checked and found that it was a fax sent from a hotel in Singapore. The Changle Lun was probably targeted when it docked in Singapore." Chen Jinlin crossed his legs, flicked the ash from his cigarette, and said calmly.
Liu Ziguang thought for a moment and said: "Although I don't know who the opponent is, the competition has just begun. I believe that after this setback, they will not act rashly in the short term."
Chen Jinlin said: "How can you guarantee that they will not send a commando to come by helicopter and kill us in the Red Sea or the Mediterranean?"
"It's just a glimmer of iron ore. There's no need to fight so hard. Besides, the main battlefield isn't here, so destroying the Changle Wheel doesn't mean much to them." Liu Ziguang looked at the blue sea, confident.
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One day later, Bombardier took off again, flying directly to Luanda, the capital of Angola. The domestic situation in Western Saddamoa was unclear, so taking the land route was a relatively reliable way.
After the plane landed at Luanda International Airport, a local Chinese businessman came to greet them. From his words, it could be seen that he was Hu Qingsong's business partner, specializing in the business of selling Cabinda bark from Angola. This is a pure business.
Natural aphrodisiacs, which do not require any processing and take effect immediately, are said to be in short supply among the elite circles in the capital.
The Chinese businessmen provided them with two vehicles, a Land Rover off-road vehicle carrying people, and a Toyota pickup truck carrying supplies. Angola had just recovered from the war a few years ago, and social security was not as good as expected, so the Chinese businessmen went out of their way to help
They hired two local bodyguards with guns.
After staying in Luanda for a few hours, the group hit the road and headed north along the road. Angola's infrastructure was poor. After leaving the capital, the road turned into a gravel road, and there were not many cars on the road.
The scenery of the savanna in the dry season is breathtaking. Professor Yu, who was traveling with us, looked at the wilderness outside the window and sighed: "This is black Africa."
Liu Ziguang asked curiously: "Professor Yu, haven't you been to Africa before?"
Professor Yu said: "I came here when I was young to help my class brothers in the third world to find minerals. Thirty years have passed and Africa has still not changed."
After walking and talking all the way, when it got dark, the car finally drove to the border. Most of the African national borders are straight lines like a knife. They follow the borders of the previous colonial period. The border between Angola and Western Saddamoa is a Congo line.
On a tributary of the river, next to a stone bridge is the Angolan border police post, while on the opposite side is a dark place, and the cries of apes in the jungle can be vaguely heard.
The translator had a brief negotiation with the border police, and the other side kindly suggested to them that it would be best to wait until dawn before crossing the border, because there was a civil war going on in Western Saddamoa and it would be unsafe to cross the border at night.
Professor Yu looked at the dark side of the river and said, "It's not too late to wait until tomorrow to cross the border. Anyway, I have a tent with me."
Hu Qingsong smiled without saying a word and looked at Liu Ziguang. The latter got out of the car and went to the border police station to give the border police some cooling oil made in China. This stuff is very popular in Africa and is more effective than tips.
With a wave, the railing was raised high and they were allowed to cross.
When we set foot on the land on the other side, even if we reach the territory of Western Saddamoa, this small West African country is in the midst of civil strife. The border line is in name only. There are no military police on duty, let alone customs officers to stamp passports.
The roads in Western Saddamoa are obviously worse than those in Angola. The roads have long been submerged in black soil, and only the outline of the road can be vaguely seen. As for the street lights, they are even more wishful thinking. The headlights of the Land Rover off-road vehicles are shining in the dark night.
Two pillars of light were drawn out, illuminating the road ahead. A black man came out from the roadside and stood in the middle of the road shaking his hands, then a second one, a third one...
"The person to pick us up has arrived." Liu Ziguang said.
The person who came to greet them was of high rank. He was the Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade of the Western Saddamoa Government, His Excellency Chen Martin. After hearing Liu Ziguang's introduction, and then looking at the black guy wearing a Chinese-made acrylic towel, everyone looked at each other.
, I really don’t know what to say.
"Welcome to Sissadamoa." Chen Martin's Mandarin with a slight Jiangbei flavor immediately dispelled their doubts. It seemed that the education level of this deputy ministerial cadre was not low. As for only wearing a towel,
This is probably their national tradition.
Chen Martin led them to a secret camp located near the border. The camp was located close to the Angolan border because it was convenient for retreat. When the government troops came to clean up, they could move to Angola at any time. After all, Kuba's troops did not dare to pursue cross-border pursuit.
The camp was very simple, with a few thatched huts, a few hammocks on trees, a bonfire, and about ten people, which were all Chen Martin's belongings.
Hu Qingsong pulled Liu Ziguang aside and asked quietly: "Is this the resistance army you are talking about?" In the darkness, his eyes were full of undisguised disappointment.
No wonder, Chen Martin's men were not even fully equipped with clothes, let alone modern weapons. They were wearing miscellaneous civilian clothes, holding wire pulley bows and machetes, and the arrows had red and green wings.
Plastic piece, this piece of equipment feels nondescript.
"The liberation struggle of the West Sadamoan people is still in its infancy, so we need our selfless support." Liu Ziguang patted Hu Qingsong on the shoulder to reassure him.
But the reality was far more difficult than expected. According to Chen Martin, he and his family had been excluded from the core leadership of the resistance. His Highness Bobby secured a sponsorship in London and hired several well-established European employees.
The military gang fought on its own, bought a batch of weapons from Congolese arms dealers, hired hundreds of battle-hardened former Congolese soldiers, and formed an armed force loyal to itself, but these tribal warriors were sent back to their hometowns.
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"Both the king and the general are unreliable. Now, we are fighting for ourselves." When he said this, Chen Martin's eyes were burning with fire.
Although these words were impassioned, there was also a hint of sadness. He was silent for a while and then said: "I'm sorry for dragging you and your friends into this war that can never be won. This is our war, not
It’s yours, you’d better go back.”
"No, this is also my war. I want to fight for my property. You probably don't know yet, but Wood Manor already has the surname Liu." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
Chen Martin's eyes lit up: "Wood Manor? That's a huge place. I heard that Kuba confiscated many white people's unowned properties, and Wood Manor must be one of them."
"That's right, young man, I'm here to get my legal property back. I think that after the revolution is successful, the new government will not deny the contract signed by Mr. Wood and me."
"Of course, private property is sacred and inviolable. This is the law set by God and Napoleon!" Chen Martin finally became excited again.
"Then, you won't encounter any trouble if you move around in my manor, right?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Of course not. Kuba's army and police mainly operate in San Juan City. Their hands cannot reach that far. Of course, you must be prepared to deal with the Wendu militia. They like to kill people and steal things. This is
Wendu people have a tradition that has remained unchanged for hundreds of years."
"What's the situation in San Juan right now?"
"Due to international pressure, Kuba at least did not dare to massacre the Caye people openly. Now there are many foreigners in San Juan, from the United Nations Refugee Agency, the African Union Observer Mission, and some reporters. You know, these
Reporters like to go where there is news, and I really don’t know where they were during the massacre.”
"So, I can enter San Juan openly?"
"Of course, you are a foreigner, and Bowser doesn't dare to do anything to you."
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The night was very long. The African night was quiet and peaceful. Sleeping in the primitive jungle that has not been destroyed by industrial civilization for thousands of years gave you a simple feeling of returning to nature. Guests from afar gathered around the bonfire and lay in hammocks.
He gradually fell into sleep.
Early the next morning, a group of fully armed soldiers came to the camp, and Liu Ziguang's African Corps arrived.