Chapter 1028 Cassava Porridge Is Also Good!

Sardin is really a high-spirited dogleg. He is an African native with a simple face and a cunning mind. Everything is for himself. And now that he can finally eat more after taking refuge in the advance team, the thoughts that he used to toss in desperate moments surged out like an explosion.

Qin Weidong regarded Satin as a dog, and Satin unambiguously immediately treated him as a dog's leg. Because he felt that the group in front of him was more valuable to rely on.

Whether it's eating and drinking, equipment, or being stronger than other forces in Luanda, even the existence of the two mutants in the advance team is regarded by Sardin as a kind of victory totem.

"Having such a force of war monsters is really worthy of my joining." After confirming the combat effectiveness of the mutants at close range, Sardin immediately used all his ingenuity to serve the advance team, intending to gain attention.

The "dog bones" that Qin Weidong threw at random immediately won Satin's "loyalty". After he was ordered, he pulled out more than fifty displaced street slaves with just one mouth, and expressed himself to Qin Weidong in a crooked queue. Recruitment is complete.

After securing the three 'business partners', Qin Weidong originally wanted to go to a rest meeting, but found that his dog leg was very efficient at work!

reward!

One bowl of cassava porridge per person..., gone.

Tapioca porridge is also good!

Sardin only relies on bragging to fool people, and the people who gather with him are the most desperate classes in the city, and only when various forces want to do something will they be temporarily recruited. In order to drink more porridge, these people would risk their lives in exchange.

After drinking the porridge, Satin picked up a stick and whipped all his men severely. There is no reason, just to establish authority. All of his subordinates were very obedient, holding their heads and silently acknowledging the command of the dog leg without even screaming.

By the next morning, Qin Weidong continued to clean up the palace square and the surrounding buildings, while expanding the security zone. And Oak personally brought twenty of his men over to receive weapons and equipment, and at the same time wanted to learn more about the advance team.

It's just that the palace square has prohibited outsiders from entering and leaving casually. Oak and the other two selected "business partners" received rifles and other supplies outside the barricade of the square. And he found that he has one more competitor—Sardin.

"You still get breakfast?"

"Yeah, I'm the first confidant to join the Chinese boss, a class higher than you."

Sardin's nonsense seemed to be taken for granted. But Oak understood that he had met an extremely shameless guy, but he also tried to run to ask if there was any breakfast provided, and it turned out that there was indeed—it was still cassava porridge, with some palm oil at most.

Tapioca porridge is also good!

Oak only hated that he brought too few people. If he could, he would bring all his subordinates over for free. And with Oak as an example, the other two 'business partners' also ran to get breakfast, and they also felt that they had taken advantage of it.

Food sources in Luanda have become more and more scarce, and the food available in the wild has long been exhausted. It would really kill the blacks to farm the land honestly. They used to rely on the sky for food. There is abundant food in the wild in tropical Africa. just now….

After eating, he started training. Qin Weidong originally wanted to start in the queue first. But the old Harris who was in charge of this matter directly denied: "It's useless, we can't teach these idiots to obey discipline. We must teach them the simplest, so simple that people feel mentally retarded."

So what is the easiest? One person covered with a submachine gun, and the other threw a grenade behind. There are gunshots and explosions, shocks and fireworks, momentum and achievements. This is the most suitable tactic for this gang of fighting scum.

As for the maintenance of firearms, simply train a group of specialized personnel to do the work after each war. Divide the labor as much as possible, otherwise it will be too complicated, and these African waste woods will not be able to handle it at all.

Well, follow suit. Mr. Qin also felt that there was no need to train these trash too well,

Just a little bit higher than the other five war slags will do.

But Ouke and the others were quite happy about this kind of training. Anyway, one person in the front holds a gun and the other person in the back carries a grenade and pulls the string and throws it. It's too easy.

As for the training, Oak discovered that the dog-legged Sardin was particularly active. Others only brought 20 men to learn this simple tactic, but he brought more than 50 people to learn.

However, because the advance team did not have enough spare firearms, Sardin was only allocated five sets of infantry equipment. He froze to give a wooden stick and a stone to his men without guns. These two ridiculous things were used as training rifles and grenades.

During house-to-house training, Satin's men had to use their mouths to simulate the sounds of rifle shots and grenade explosions. The effect... is quite realistic.

Satin's dubious behavior made Oak and others at a loss, they felt that they were simply partnering with a group of idiots. But Satin's men were the only ones who imitated very seriously. Even if they were exhausted and couldn't keep up with the training intensity, they still gritted their teeth and persisted.

"That guy named Sardin has some abilities." Qin Weidong, who visited the training, commented.

The old Harris said disdainfully: "Because his men are all the bottom class, if you don't work hard, you will die."

Speaking of death, several of Satin's subordinates really couldn't stand it, and died of exhaustion in just one morning of training. But at noon, Qin Weidong took care of their meals again, adding more palm oil at most to boost their morale again.

Tapioca porridge is also good!

The people that Oak brings to train are the main force of his usual house robbery. To put it bluntly, they are cronies, and they can guarantee their daily eating and drinking, so that they will not miss the next meal. Although these people are not disgusted with cassava porridge, they don't think it is so rare.

But Oak and the others saw that Satin took the lead in licking the rice bowl clean, and the skinny guys in their fifties were like reincarnations of starving ghosts, and they felt a sense of fear—for some reason, he felt that Satin’s It is scary for people to do one thing to the extreme.

This is rare in lazy Africa.

Thinking about how he treats these low-level people who are as humble as dust, Oak suddenly feels that these people may retaliate against him if they gain power—yes, that’s right! That's the feeling, when a group of guys who were bullied to the point of death suddenly turned around and saved, they would crazily take revenge on those who bullied them.

Satin's subordinates are silently enduring insults, beatings, and censures. Even if they carry ridiculous sticks and stones, even if they are laughed at coldly, even if their companions are foaming at the mouth and dying of exhaustion, they still don't say a word and want to participate in the training. Ridiculous training.

One person holds a wooden stick at the front and makes a chug-chug sound; the other person imitates the action of twisting the cap and pulling the string at the back, and throws a stone towards the street corner or window with a flick of his hand. The cycle goes on and on without stopping. There are not many black people who are so serious.

A chill came out from the bottom of Oak's heart, and he also started to use his fierce face, vicious curses, and fierce beatings to drive his subordinates to train. There was only one thought in his mind, he must not let the bumpkins of this group of bumpkins gain power, otherwise these guys would ride on his head and shit.

At night, Oak's men were exhausted and dying. They have never experienced any high-intensity training, and fighting depends on their numbers and momentum. They are so exhausted after a long day that they don't even want to eat dinner.

And for dinner...?

Sardin's group is cheering like thunder...and the cassava porridge is also good!