Rise of the Wasteland

"Do you know how American farmers used their black slaves in the seventeenth century?" On the open platform of San Miguel Castle, Zhou Qingfeng overlooked the entire city of Luanda. ?

The cool breeze in the morning can lift a little spirit. After a busy night, Qin Weidong couldn't help, but he had to hold on to accept the call. But Zhou Qingfeng's words were a little confusing. After thinking for a long time, he had to admit that he didn't understand the meaning of his boss.

"Farmers in the United States make black slaves feel that being a slave is a life-long job. Although being a bit cheaper, living with a master is paradise. Of course, there are too few fools these days. Nowhere.

But we can educate black people in another way. You can give them choices, but you must make them understand that independence is hopeless, and you can only be happy if you work with us. Zhou Qingfeng groaned for a while, and Shen Sheng said, "I plan to run a black workshop. "

"Seminar?" Qin Weidong didn't understand.

Zhou Qingfeng also frowned, "Is this name awful? Well, to be simple, just call the black slave prison, sharper. Anyway, those **** who are fearful but not wicked, throw them in to accept Education, improving their quality and facilitating our rule. "

Zhou Qingfeng's policy has changed a lot of people, such as ..., Sardinia. Let's hear what he said.

Hi everyone, this is Sardin, an ordinary African. Believe me, I really have nothing special. If so, it must be lucky.

When the advance team of the Aurora Corps landed at Luanda Airport, I contacted them. The meeting was unfortunate. My nth boss was beaten into a pile of mud by the grenade, and the body was randomly left to rot in the wilderness. And because I speak a little English, I have the n + 1th boss. "

The advance team forgave me and made me a party leader, and I accepted the task happily. I believe that no matter who it is, as long as it is faced with the wide mouth of the mutant, it will be accepted happily.

The advance team occupied the site of my former boss that day, and began to transform and build. This is almost a characteristic of the Chinese, who like to do this kind of thing wherever they go.

As an interpreter, I accompany the same mutant the next day to announce the arrival of the advance team to other forces in the city. The process went well, and I was unexpectedly rewarded—I was modeled and ordered to form a servant.

I think everyone knows what happened next. I pulled over fifty starving black brothers on the advance team and were put on the battlefield after only one day of training. The person I commanded successfully broke the nest of another force.

At that moment, I won my first victory and glory in life, and I felt that my years of hard work had not been wasted. In addition to my excitement, I decided to offer my greatest loyalty to the pioneer Qin Boss.

But the good times didn't last long, the silly group of white 'return home groups' ran out. Those guys were our deadly enemies before, their high arrogance was disgusting, and they couldn't wait to enslave our black people again.

So I motivated my hands to overthrow the white 'return home group'. Yes, that's right, that's what I encouraged behind my back. I do n’t know why I did it then? Anyway, I did that!

Black people are always more casual.

Then I offered my greatest loyalty to the returned boss Marco. I even kissed his toes and shot and killed several white men captured in front of him. The result was ..., I was sent by the n + 2 boss to attack the advance camp.

No, no, I can only take my men to bite the bullet. Don't say that I don't fight for justice, Africans don't pay attention to this.

Under the role of my demonstration, my n + 1th boss was counterattacked by my n + 2 boss. At that time, the advance team of the Aurora Corps was forced to trap the church in the Palace Square. The idea of ​​hitting the church with a heavy truck was actually my idea. It was very useful!

However, just when my n + 1th boss was about to hang up, the great descendant Victor Hugo. That's right, it's the guy who rides the Golden Dragon Logo airship, which is unique.

At that time, the boss of Marco realized that the situation was not good, so I was kicked by his buttocks and led the team to prevent the airship from landing. Specifically ..., we were beaten. Do you think I am lucky to return to the n + 1th boss?

No, no, I was put in prison. My luck is that no one knows what I betrayed. This is not a thing at all in the eyes of my black brother. So the Legion did not know.

I spent half a year in prison. It was an unforgettable half year. There were many and many detainees at that time, and 66 continued to reach tens of thousands. It is said that our Big Boss 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. Prison discipline disciplines us every day when we are full. It is said that they are still trying to form a more combative African slain, a disciplined slain who will not rebel casually.

Go all the way, walk forward, stand still, turn backwards.

Believe me, my black brother and I were trained for three months. Discipline every day scold us stupid. He started with how to 'walk' and taught us how to obey orders mechanically with sticks and boots. If anyone is a little hesitant, that guy's class will be punished collectively.

The punishment is often starving, which is most painful. So after the punishment is over, we will punish the foolish idiots again until there are no idiots among us.

To be honest, I didn't know why we had to walk in the queue? But I must obey without hesitation. The first sentence I learned was ‘report to the government’. Anything I say must start with this sentence, otherwise the stick will smash my head and cover my face.

During the three-month training in the queue, I grew stronger, I recovered, and I had muscles again, no longer the appearance of thin bones. The same is true of my black brother, and we feel that the legion's prison is fine.

After completing the queue training, I was trained for another three months. I speak English and Portuguese, but for the first time I learned to write Chinese characters. I know how to add, subtract, multiply, and divide. I will multiply the ninety-nine table. I was infused with a lot of common sense of life. My textbook is.

Believe me, this book is really great! It made me feel like I had suddenly turned on wisdom.

I thought I would stay in prison all my life, but after half a year, I was kicked out of prison. I hugged my disciplinary thigh and begged him not to abandon me. I could offer my greatest loyalty. I would like to join the legion of African servants to fight for the captain.

But the Legion didn't want me. They needed some silly people to join the subordinates, but I was too slick. But because I know a lot of languages, the Legion advised me to work as a liaison officer for other African indigenous forces.

To be honest, I really don't want to leave the stable Luanda city. Because apart from that, there are wars in other parts of Africa.

Just imagine it. After a simple training, an ordinary African forced to join a Zambian army in eastern Angola with sadness. Then I found out that my black brothers are fighting badly!

Really, I have never felt this way before. But when I saw hordes of people wandering on the battlefield, I felt that if my partners in my prison were pulled out, I would absolutely crush them.

The army's black brothers were unorganized, undisciplined, and unrestrained. They do what they want, they go wherever they want, and they have no purpose in doing anything, they just do whatever they want.

At that time, Africa's climate had improved significantly, tropical vegetation began to recover, and various wild fruits could be eaten at will. The black brothers can sing songs and dance, all right!

But I'm desperate about it, I don't want to live like this anymore. I miss my life in the Legion Prison, I miss those days when I was disciplined and beaten, I miss my companions who were forced to learn together, and I feel like I am not the same kind of idiot.

I want to change all this!

Until one day, a caravan selling daily necessities appeared in front of me. The leader of the caravan came from the Aurora Corps, so I ran over and asked: "Report to the government ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Do you have any five or six submachine guns?"

The head of the caravan who only sold ordinary daily necessities widened his eyes. He first shook his head to show that he was only a salesman in the Legion and did not sell weapons. But he quickly threw me a card. "This is the address of the Legion Ordnance Export Company in Luanda, maybe you should go to them."

"But I have no money, can I get a credit?"

"No money? This is the contact method of the Legion Slave Trading Company and the Open Bank of Africa. We collect all kinds of goods, such as slaves, black and white people need. The price is competitive, and the child is not bullying."

"I still lack all kinds of supplies. Do you have any?"

"Living materials, then it's right to find our African Servants' Foreign Trade Department! We provide everything you need. We don't even need you to pay cash, but we are interested in the power you have. I just want to ask, you How big is the territory under control? "

Do i have the right No. At least temporarily.

When I faced the business salesman of the Aurora Corps, I was really ashamed. He reminded me of Martin Luther King's famous saying-I have a dream!

Yes, I have a dream since childhood. I wish I could be as great as Mandela.

I have been working very hard, I am looking 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 the city of Luanda.

The leader of the caravan was just an inconspicuous person under the command of Qin Weidong, the commander of the Aurora Corps in Africa.

Qin Weidong could only bow his ears in front of Victor Hugo.

I have encountered this series of characters, but now they have fallen to ...

Go to his meowing dream, the dream of black people is too far away!

Let me be a dog. I want to offer my greatest loyalty to this salesman. 8