Rise of the Wasteland

"My child, the fate of the community is in your hands." Babul's body shook as the troop-carriage moved, and he kept thinking about his father's entrustment before he died. He is now the leader of the ANC, the leader of a group of black people.

For Africa, which is hot all the year round, the temperature will be cold at 20 degrees, and people need to wear cotton clothes. There is no way to live below -20 degrees. In the bitter cold of the nuclear winter, Barbro watched his relatives and friends fall down one by one, but he could not do anything about it.

In the vast African continent, survival is always a problem. In order to survive, all kinds of things that challenge human limits are done. In the past year, Bablo has become a strong warrior and leader with the knowledge and skills he has learned in the past.

But in front of nature, individual abilities are too small. The 'ANC' brought together tens of thousands of ethnic groups, but Babro was unable to support them. They are already one of the biggest forces in southern Angola, and the other is their deadly enemy, the AU.

Both Angola's indigenous forces have given themselves very stylish names, but this has not brought them much benefit. In order to survive, they attacked each other without mercy. But in the end, there was nothing worth killing them, because their homes had been completely destroyed.

It wasn't until the mountains and rivers were over and everyone was about to die that Bablo thought he should stop this stupid behavior. But what should I do after I stop? no one knows. Until the Bann forces sent an invitation to multi-party talks.

"How should we get help from those white people?"

Asked by Bablo is José, the leader of the AU, a cold, fierce and brutal old man. He is already considered a rare older person among African blacks, and it is precisely because of his rich experience that he has survived the extremely brutal struggle for survival.

Now Angola's 'AU and ANC' have to sit down and deal with the 'Ban forces' in the north together. Everyone is now looking forward to benefiting from the talks, food, clothes, fuel, safety commitments, and everything.

Josh, the old black man, no longer has a strong body. He sits like an old tree across from Barbro and says in a low voice: "We must keep the balance between the whites, or we will not have the possibility of survival. The key is not to make Bann too powerful. "

"Dear old Josie, how I wish I could have the wisdom you have." Bablo has the courage and aggressiveness of young people, but he is more reckless and less resilient. He can only ask the old people, "We are very weak now, what should we do to change?"

"cheat!"

Old Jesse uttered a word.

"Fool?" Bablo frowned, "Who fool?"

"Fool everyone."

Old Josie seemed to be testing Barbro's perception. Cobblou's perception seems very ordinary, he shook his head and said that he couldn't think of a trick?

"We want the people in Bann to feel that we are useful. We need to make the" Winter Frost "feel that protecting us is to protect herself. The most important thing is to deceive the Chinese people. They have food in their hands and they must be drawn to them. As our dependence. "

Old Josie's words were like the light in the darkness, which illuminated the darkness in Bablo's heart. But he thought carefully, the other party seemed to say nothing, all nonsense.

"Dear old Josie, we are going to the town of Cakuso, please tell me how to cheat?" Bablo wanted to know a specific method.

"There is no way to have a plan for this kind of thing. Then you look at my face and act just fine." At the last moment when he arrived in the town of Cakuso, Old Jossi gave a final warning, "Ban's people are proud, ' "Dong Shuang's irritability, the Chinese are patient, we need to deal with it in a targeted manner."

During the talk, the two indigenous forces who joined together have arrived at the meeting. Now Africa is in a mess, and the forces have no formal diplomatic institutions. People who come to the talks can only gather together to exchange views. The first is to simply bump your head and settle down a bit.

This was a serious talk about life and death, and it could even be said to have far-reaching consequences, and it will determine the political pattern and geography of Angola and even Africa. But during this talk, Xun was interspersed with a joyful teaser, and he was performing at the moment.

Zhou Qingfeng sipped the **** in the Northeast, whispering Wen Tianyu's shoulder and still not loosening. He just shouted a random paragraph of various materials, and turned into a martyrdom against Fang Yan: "The great leader * teaches us-a vast world, great achievements!

Now Africa, it is really a pile of weak slag. No matter what European invaders or local indigenous people, one counts as one, all of which are waste. It's not that I boast, I don't look down on them at all.

A large and fertile land like Africa needs to be able to grow and grow, to mine, to mine, to have forests and forests, and to have lakes and lakes. God made this land lack nothing, and it was a waste of time for black people to occupy it.

The cataclysm was a catastrophe, a heartbreaking catastrophe. But after the catastrophe, it is a freshman! Don't be afraid. A difficult start does not mean that it will be difficult in the future. With me, what's wrong? As long as we work together, see who can be the enemy of the world!

Some of you are short of supplies, and you are worried about being embarrassed when you are doing some basic business. You have to be careful and hide, for fear of being harmed. And me and his stuff are piled up like no one else. As long as we cooperate, we can create another Huaxia in Africa ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ We first stop the drenched area of ​​the tropical region of Central Africa. This place has mountains and water, and it is extremely rich in light and heat resources. Sprinkle a seed, and crops will grow in the field. Dig a piece of soil, and minerals will emerge.

Africa is the Atlantic Ocean on the left and the Indian Ocean on the right. You can peek into Europe, drink horses in the Mediterranean, and ride on big ocean horses; you can dominate the Middle East, point your sword at the Asia-Europe bridge, and sleep with Persian cats. As long as this foundation is in place, where is the world?

This is a great opportunity that history has given us to rule the earth. It is rare once in a thousand years. If we do n’t catch it, the coffin boards that our ancestors could breathe ca n’t hold down, and our children and grandchildren will hate to give us cold pigs.

Brother, you and I have a destiny. Come, today is the time of our meeting. Have a drink, strengthen your morale, and create an era for us to celebrate. "

Zhou Qingfeng really touched a hip flask from his body, groaned around his neck, drank a few mouthfuls, and handed it to Wen Tianyu.

Wen Tianyu was so dazzled that he couldn't distinguish between the northeast and the southwest, and he didn't figure out where it was. But the other person's words boiled the blood that he said, and the mood was surging. Africa right now is indeed a great place to make a contribution!

According to the description of this gimmick, it seems that the beauty of the prosperous world is at your fingertips, and the dream of **** is realized. In front of him, it wasn't the ruins of a desolate town, it was just a lively and colorful city tower.

Babulu, who was watching the show, was also stunned. Although he couldn't understand what Zhou Qingfeng was saying, he always felt that this person had grabbed the limelight of everyone. He turned to old Josie, "What is this person's character? How should we deal with it?"

Old Josie was also a little silly, and only answered a long time ago, "This person should be our counterpart. The deception has become a realm, and it is difficult to extricate yourself in a few words. We met our opponent."