Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1044: Go to his meow dream!
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"Did you know how American farmers used their slaves in the seventeenth century?" On the wide open-air platform of the San Michele Carl castle, Zhou Qingfeng overlooked the entire city of Luanda.
In the morning, the cool wind whizzes, but it can boost the spirit. Qin Weidong, who is busy all night, can't do it, but it must be braced to accept the summons. But Zhou Qingfeng's was a bit confusing. After thinking for a long time, he had to admit that he did not understand the meaning of his boss.
"The American farmer makes black slaves feel that being a slave is a life-long job. Although being a slave is a bit cheap, the life of a master is heaven. Of course, there are too few fools this year. This kind of promotion won't work.
But we can educate black people in another way. You can give them choices, but you must let them understand that independence is hopeless, and we can only be happy with us. "Zhou Qingfeng whispered for a while, Shen Sheng said:" I plan to run a black workshop. "
"The workshop?" Qin Weidong did not understand.
Zhou Qingfeng also frowned, "Are n’t this name awful? Okay, let ’s be simple, let ’s call it the Black Slave Prison, be sharp. Anyway, those **** are awe-inspiring guys who do n’t show their virtue. Go in for education, improve their quality, and facilitate our rule. "
This policy of Zhou Qingfeng's has changed many people, for example ... Sardinia. Let's hear what he said.
Hello everyone, this is Sardinia, a normal African. Please believe me, I really have nothing special. If so, then it must be lucky.
When the Aurora Legion advance team landed at Luanda Airport, I contacted them. The meeting was unfortunate, my nth boss was shattered into a pile of mud by the shrapnel, and the body was randomly thrown into the wilderness to rot. And because I can speak a little English, I have the n + 1th boss. "
The advance team forgave me and let me be the lead party. I accepted the task happily. I believe no matter who it is, as long as it faces Mutant's big mouth that does not taboo, it will be happily accepted.
The advance team occupied my former boss site on the same day, and began to transform and build. This is almost a characteristic of Chinese people, who like to do this kind of thing no matter where they go.
As a translator, I accompanied the same Mutant the next day to announce the advance team to other forces in the city. The process was very smooth, and I received unexpected rewards. I was established as a model and ordered to form a servant army.
I think everyone knows the next thing. I pulled more than fifty black brothers who were starving to death to join the advance team, and they were put on the battlefield after only one day of training. The person I commanded successfully broke the old nest of another force.
At that moment, I won the first victory and glory of my life. I felt that my years of hard work had not been in vain. I was so excited that I decided to offer my greatest loyalty to the advance team Qin boss.
But it did n’t take long for the good scene, and the white ‘return group’ stupidly ran out. Those guys were our enemies before. Their high arrogance was disgusting. They couldn't wait to enslave our black people again.
So I encouraged my next move to overthrow the white man's "homecoming group". Yes, that's right, it was me who was behind. I don't know why I did this at the time? I did it anyway!
Black people, always more casual.
I then offered my greatest loyalty to Marco boss, who was back. I even kissed his toes and shot a few white men captured in front of him. The result is ..., I was sent to attack the advance camp by the n + 2th boss.
No, no, I can only take my men on my scalp. Don't say that I don't care about justice or morality, Africans do not pay attention to this.
Under my demonstration, my n + 1th boss was counterattacked by my n + 2th boss. At that time, the advance team of Aurora Legion was forced to trap the church in Palace Square. The idea of hitting the church with a heavy truck was actually what I came up with. It was very useful!
However, just when my n + 1th boss is about to hang up, the great man Victor Hugo. That's right, the guy who rides the airship with the Golden Dragon logo is unique.
At that time, Marco boss realized that the situation was not good, so I kicked his **** to lead the team to stop the airship from landing. Specifically ..., we were beaten up. Do you think I was lucky enough to return to the n + 1th boss?
No, no, I was imprisoned. I was lucky that no one knew what I betrayed. This was not a thing in the eyes of my black brother. No one mentioned it at all. So the Legion did not know.
I spent six months in prison, which was an unforgettable half year. At that time, there were many people detained, and there were tens of thousands of people in succession. It is said that our ** oss believes that we are also labor, which has the value of transformation and cannot be wasted. So we survived.
I go to bed early and get up early in prison, and my life is quite regular. The prison's disciples disciplined us every day when they were full. It is said that they still tried to form a more combative African servant army, a servant army that would not be rebellious and disciplined.
Walk forward, walk forward, stand still, and turn backwards.
Trust me, my black brother and I have been practicing for three months. Discipline scolded us stupid every day, he started from how to "walk", using sticks and leather boots to educate us to learn mechanical obedience commands. If anyone hesitates a little, the class that guy is in will be punished collectively.
The punishment is often starvation, which is most painful. So after the discipline is punished, we will punish the troubled idiot again, until there are no idiots in us.
To be honest, I did n’t know why we were sent to the queue at the time? But I must obey without thinking. The first sentence I learned in Chinese is ‘report to the government’. Anything that has to be said must start with this sentence, otherwise the stick will be smashed.
In the three-month cohort training, I have grown strong, I have recovered my health, I have muscles again, and I am no longer skinny. The same is true of my black brother, and we feel that the army ’s prison is also very good.
After completing the cohort training, I was trained for another three months. I speak English and Portuguese, but the first time I learned to write Chinese characters. I know how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide. I will memorize the multiplication ninety-nine table. I was indoctrinated with a lot of common sense of life. My textbook is "100,000 Why".
Trust me, this book is really great! It made me feel like I suddenly turned on wisdom.
I originally thought I would stay in prison for my whole life, but I was kicked out of prison after six months. I begged him not to abandon me with the thigh of discipline. I can offer my greatest loyalty. I am willing to join the legion of African servants to fight for the head of the legion.
But the Legion does n’t want me. They need a little stupid person to join the servant army, but I ’m too slick. However, because I know a lot of languages, the Legion suggested that I go to other African indigenous forces as a liaison officer.
To be honest, I really do n’t want to leave the city of Luanda that is already stable. Because in addition to this, other parts of Africa are fighting.
Imagine it. After a simple training, an ordinary African forced to join a group of armed forces in Zambia in eastern Angola with sad emotions. Then I found out that my black brothers are bad at fighting!
Really, I have never felt this way before. But when I saw hordes of people wandering on the battlefield, I felt that if I pulled out my partners in prison, they would definitely crush them.
The army ’s black brothers have no organization, no discipline, no restraint. They do what they want, wherever they want to go, they have no purpose in doing anything, they just do what they want.
At that time, the climate in Africa has improved significantly, tropical vegetation has begun to recover, and various wild fruits can be eaten casually. Black brothers can sing songs, dance, and play all right!
But I am desperate about it, I do n’t want to live like this again. I miss my life in a legionary prison, I miss the days when I was disciplined and beaten and educated, I miss the companions who were forced to study together, and I feel that I am not the same kind of idiot.
I want to change all this!
Until one day, a caravan of daily necessities appeared in front of me. The leader of the caravan came from Aurora Legion, so I ran and asked, "Report the government, do you have five or six submachine guns?"
The head of the caravan, which only sells ordinary daily necessities, widened his eyes. He first shook his head and said that he was just a legionnaire, not selling weapons. But he soon gave me a card. "This is the address of the Legion Ordnance Export Company in Luanda. Maybe you should go find them."
"But I have no money, can I take credit?"
"No money? This is the contact information of the Legion Slave Trading Company and the African Development Bank. We collect all kinds of goods, such as slaves, black and white people need. The price is favorable, the child is not bullied."
"I still lack all kinds of living materials, do you have any?"
"Living supplies, then it is right to find our African Servants Foreign Trade Department! We provide everything you need. We do n’t even need you to pay cash, but we are interested in the power you have. I want to ask Ask, how big is the site you control? "
Do I have rights? No. At least temporarily.
When I faced Aurora Legion's business salesman, I was really ashamed. He reminded me of Martin Luther King's famous quote I have a dream!
Yes, I have had a dream since I was a child. I hope that I can become a man as great as Mandela (but I heard later which one is a fool).
I have been working very hard, I look for every opportunity, and I have never given up in the most difficult environment. Until I met this dusty salesman.
This salesman is just an ordinary caravan leader from Luanda.
This caravan leader is just a small figure under the command of Qin Weidong, the Aurora Legion servant commander in Africa.
Qin Weidong can only bow his head in front of Victor Hugo.
I met this series of characters, but now it is reduced to ...
Go to his meow dream, the black man ’s dream is too far away!
I ’m still a dog. I want to offer my greatest loyalty to this salesman. (To be continued ...)
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