Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1107: savage’s opponent

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Northern Luanda, the coastal road. A huge convoy is raising the dust, and thousands of people are advancing at high speed on the highway. The leading AMX-56 'Leclerc' main battle tanks have high gun barrels and are powerful!

This unit departed from Soyo, an oil refining town in northern Angola, and traveled hundreds of kilometers. The goal was directed at Luanda. The convoy passed through many ruined towns along the way until they stopped near Bengo town outside Luanda.

The convoy is stationed in the town, setting up vigilance and setting up the headquarters. The leader of the team jumped off the car with the guard, and asked the entourage: "How is the situation with Aurora Legion?"

In the entourage, the dusty Kuchi quickly rushed out and shouted: "Dear leader, I just led a team to destroy a Aurora Legion transport train, and also confirmed the fact that its regimental leader colluded with the Angolan Chinese forces. Please Allow me to offer you some loot and captives. "

The leader in Kutcher ’s mouth is a tall, middle-aged man with a bald head and a red face, wearing a large and magnificent military uniform, holding a scepter in his hand, and his high-toed posture is quite awesome. When he just got out of the car, the guards lined up to raise their hands in salute, shouting in unison, "Only obey Bain."

Kuchy knelt on one knee in front of his leader to report, as a respectful servant. Bane, with his chin lifted, simply hummed, and soon several captives and some loot were brought up.

Ban walked slowly, and a guard sent several tin cans after checking the safety of the loot. Inside the tin can are three sets of ‘Supreme’ obtained from Zhou Qingfeng. The noodles, tobacco and liquor are already the three treasures of the military supplies in the legion. As long as there are these three things, they can meet all the needs of the soldiers.

Ban is not interested in tobacco and alcohol. He reached out and squeezed a piece of bread, and he smelled a strong flavor of edible spices. He dropped the cake and rubbed his fingers, leaving a layer of oil on his belly. "The food of Aurora Legion is good!"

At present, food supply is difficult, and fat production is completely cut off. It is very rare to add such fats to food. Bann immediately asked Kucci: "What kind of support is Aurora Legion?"

What troops? Kutcher's eyes immediately turned to the captives who tied his hands and feet and dropped them on the ground, and whispered: "Dear leader, these foods should be for the black slaves."

"How is this possible?" Bain's face sank, and he felt incredible in his heart. However, he did not ask too much, and directly ordered: "Open the stomach of the black slave, I want to see what is in his stomach?"

A guard pulled out his bayonet and dragged a black slave captive to step on his throat, then he poked it toward his abdomen, pulling the blade horizontally, blood and water splashed, and all the internal organs came out.

The black slave is not dead, his hands and feet are moving, and his voice is sad. Kuch, who was kneeling on one knee, couldn't help but bow his head. The sudden blood and brutality made him almost sick.

The expressionless guard scratched his stomach, and Bane stepped forward with a bayonet in a pile of internal organs regardless of the smell. After half a ring, he said suspiciously: "I also raise black slaves, but I can't feed black slaves so well. From this point alone, it can be seen that Aurora Legion is a great enemy!"

The dying black slave is twitching nonstop, and several other black slaves want to cry but dare not cry, and have been completely paralyzed in horror. Bann ’s eyes turned to the more special one among the captives. He bent down and asked in English: "Are you Chinese?"

There was a Chinese man with blood on his face and bruises all over his body. His mouth was strangled by a piece of cloth, and his front teeth were all missing. It looked like he was pulled out by someone.

The guard stepped forward with a bayonet to cut off the cloth of Lezui. Regarding Bann's inquiry, the captured person sneered with the air leaking teeth: "Yes, I am a Chinese."

"It seems that my subordinates treat you specially." Bain made a murmur in his mouth, "It must be because you are stubborn?"

Kuchi quickly answered: "This group of Chinese people is really very stubborn, they don't say anything. Maybe only a great leader can make them speak."

Ban smiled, accepting this little compliment. He looked again at the captive who fell to the ground and smiled and said, "Look at the **** over there, how do you feel?"

"Very brutal." The captured Chinese behaved indifferently.

"I still have the means to change brutal."

"I believe."

"Then you don't want to say something? I can make you die faster."

The captured Chinese do not know who the white man is, but they can also guess that his status is not low. But he still used his own ambiguous voice and said indifferently: "I have lived in Africa for almost ten years, and every time I pass customs, those black people will blackmail us for tips.

But black people never blackmail white people, and white people never give. Only blackmailing the Chinese seems like a matter of course. Sometimes I sigh, my compatriots spoil the black people here for convenience.

And in my nearly ten years in Africa, I deeply felt that leaving such a piece of land to black people was a waste, and you white people did not make good use of it. You are all ruining this rich place. I have been thinking about how good this place is if we are Chinese!

In the past, this idea was just a joke. And now we Chinese really have a chance to expand our territory on this land and build our country. We are awakened, we are organized, and we have aggregated the scattered sand into a powerful force.

I know I am dead, but how can I start a country without sacrifice? So I can't pit my comrades. The more than 600,000 people in Angola have only more than 200,000, and death has long been common. But even if we die halfway, we have the confidence to become the real master of this land.

No matter who you are, it ’s just like me. I just sacrificed one step first, and my comrade-in-arms will avenge me. My death makes sense, this is enough. "

Compared to the calmness of the captive, Bann did not expect the other party to say such a thing. He had seen dying begging, cursing, angry, but he had never seen anyone talk about ideals before death.

The calmness of the captured person in the face of death makes Bann feel that he is being humiliated. His forehead jumps with blue muscles, but he does not know how to vent to make his opponent really suffer.

Ha Ha Ha ..., a burst of laughter sounded from behind Bann. The heavy steps of the power armor were quickly approaching.

With the aid of a pickup, ‘Winter Frost’ heard the announcement that the captive was dying from afar. She said to Bann in a mocking tone: "Is there a kind of at a loss to feel at a loss, feeling that the other party's spiritual realm is a lot higher than your fooling **** stick?"

Ban ’s guard is like an enemy, and the muzzle and muzzle all point to ‘Winter Frost’ power armor. Bann even snarled with blushing red face: "Little bitch, since you feel that Aurora Legion's spiritual realm is high, why should you go to me?"

"I have been following Victor Hugo for a long time. I think he is the one who can bring new life and hope to the world. But I am quite the opposite. No matter where I go, I will spread death and destruction. It is me. It's a perfect match with you, so we have to be together. "

After finishing the "Dongshuang", he laughed and left, jumped straight in disregard of Bann's cheek, and reached the edge of rage.

Seeing that Kutch and the guards were all helpless to ‘Winter Frost’, Bann shouted: “What are you guys doing stupidly?

The Chinese were hanged and hanged outside Luanda. I want to let that Victor Hugo know. I ..., the great, unstoppable, Bann who will rule this land has come! "