The Thousandth and Thirty-Seventh Was Really Reversed
With no morale in the soldiers, Marco could only abandon his nest and flee like a bereaved dog. The family he had worked so hard to gather instantly made others cheaper. Satin, Oak and others who participated in this attack immediately made a fortune, and the latter didn't bother to chase the fleeing enemy, and only focused on grabbing the spoils and wooing the defeated soldiers.
The drone responsible for monitoring the battle situation clearly recorded this disorderly scene. When black uncles ran around in the buildings of the enemy's lair, Qin Weidong was helpless.
Whether it is Orc or Satin, their men can still fight before they get the spoils. But after getting the loot, everyone immediately lost the mood to work hard, for fear of being taken advantage of by others.
"Fortunately, the enemy was completely defeated and unable to launch a counterattack, otherwise all efforts would be in vain." Qin Weidong took off the radio earphones used by the commander, only to realize that he was just in a cold sweat. He laughed at himself to Zhang Hong who was beside him: "I'm just lucky, so I'm on my feet."
"The first batch of servants are abolished. They robbed things and turned from hungry wolves to sick cats." Zhang Hong was worried in his heart, "What if the remaining armed forces in the city unite because of this?"
"So we have to maintain a high-pressure situation." Qin Weidong did not dare to really relax, "We are just bluffing to make the black armed forces in the city think that we are strong.
There are still two and a half days before the arrival of the Legion Commander, and we should be able to be a little more stable in the future, and no one will dare to provoke us for a while. Cleaning up the mess is naturally a matter of waiting for the head of the army to come. "
Now that the Aurora Legion has developed, there is already a kind of self-confidence in the legion—as long as the head of the legion comes forward, everything can be solved, and they are not afraid of big troubles. Even Qin Weidong felt that even if he turned Luanda City upside down, everything would be fine until his big boss came.
The entire advance team thought so, and did so. But on the other side, the ambitious Eric is also putting his dream into practice. When he told his companions hiding in the underground pipe network about the situation on the ground, the surviving white people were both surprised and excited.
Hundreds of years ago, European colonists divided up territories in Africa with a small number of hands, and now Eric and others feel that they can do the same. They counted their remaining supplies and found that they couldn't do it unless they went out and desperately, because they didn't have much to eat and drink.
After Eric's instigation, a "returning group" of more than 400 people was organized. This is almost the last male among the white survivors. The group of white people hiding in the ground decided to fight for the survivors of their ancestors and restore the glory of the past. While leaving their names in history, they also reaped some benefits for themselves.
This is "Shou's cloud breaks and the sun rises to meet the sun"!
With a bright vision for the future, the white "returning group" returned to the ground cautiously. It took them a day to gather information, and their morale exploded when they confirmed what Eric had described.
Tens of millions of people have been displaced and only tens of thousands are left. What kind of desolate and desolate scene is this? Looking at the African black ghosts waiting to die like lonely ghosts in the city, everyone in the "Home Returning Group" felt extremely confident about their prospects.
After obtaining Qin Weidong's permission, the "Returning Home Mission" decided to enter Marco's camp, using the latter's living facilities on the spot, and preparing to expand its power. Considering that he still needs to cooperate with these white people, Qin Weidong did not refuse this request.
Seeing the tragic situation where most of the black people on the ground had no food or clothing, the confidence of the white "home return group" began to swell rapidly.
"These blacks still have some fighting power, provided we have white people in command."
"Give 'em a bite and these niggas will fight for us and attack their kind."
"We can also learn from the advance team of the Aurora Legion. Their tactics are still a bit interesting."
Eric felt that Qin Weidong was too stingy in recruiting only a hundred black servants, so he recruited more than a thousand black servants with a wave of his hand.
As for whether it can feed so many people, Commander Eric feels that the idea of "supporting war with war" is correct.
"One day's training is enough, and that's what China Qin did."
"There is no need to equip these blacks with too many rifles. It is a good idea to equip a small number of riflemen with grenadiers. This is what China Qin did."
"Not enough grenades? This question... Can you ask China Qin to lend us some? We will pay him back with the spoils of war."
Eric couldn't wait to replicate Qin Weidong's successful experience. His "Home Returning Corps" spent one day collecting information, one day recruiting and training black soldiers, and the third day pushing the black soldiers out as cannon fodder.
The result..., sit-in war.
How is this going?
Eric recruited too many black soldiers at one time, and there was not enough food to feed them, not even enough cassava porridge. Without the incentive of food, the old problem of the blacks is committed, and they are unwilling to attack hard.
And the gentlemen of the white "Returning Home Mission" were not willing to sacrifice on the eve of victory. They also hid behind at the risk of saving their lives, and would only brandish their pistols to drive their subordinates forward.
But the blacks are not stupid, they ran forward a certain distance obediently on the surface, and when they could not see the whites who were supervising the battle, they hid and dispersed into the buildings of the city, typical of working without effort. Eric and the others didn't know that Qin Weidong was able to drive black people to fight, but there were terrifying mutants supervising the battle.
The black armed forces in the city were also terrified when they saw the appearance of the white "home return group", but they soon discovered that the enemies who were actually killed by the opposite side were actually their own people. Both sides didn't even shoot, and the blacks on the front line were looking at each other inexplicably.
Faced with this situation, the white masters of the 'Returning Homeland Mission' were furious. After shooting dozens of black soldiers who were idle in the war, Mr. Eric, with great ideals, found that the reality was extremely skinny-the black men under him refused to wait for death, and even rioted.
Qin Weidong, who was organizing his second batch of servants, soon received a call for help from Eric, who shouted desperately on the radio: "China Qin, please come and save us, we are trapped in the camp, Those goddamn niggers turned mutiny."
"What?" Although he wished that Eric and his gang were all dead, Qin Weidong could smell a hint of danger. He asked, "How many of you died?"
"We... haven't died much for the time being, but we killed nearly half of those rebellious niggers. Our combat effectiveness and equipment are obviously higher than those of those niggers," Eric said.
"Then why are you panicking? Just kill all the remaining rebel soldiers." Qin Weidong was puzzled.
"But the black armed forces in the city seem to be annoyed by us. They think this is an opportunity to get rid of us, and they have dispatched thousands of people to surround us."
Eric's tone of voice trembled when he described the current situation, and the scene of hundreds of thousands of blacks sweeping the city a year ago came to mind again.
What..., let us wipe your ass when you cause trouble?
"Hold on, I'll send someone to help you." Qin Weidong ended the communication with a few words of encouragement, but turned to see another face. He said seriously to his subordinates: "Eric is dead, that idiot has caused us a lot of trouble. Now we can't control him, we must stick to our position."
Hearing that Eric provoked the siege of thousands of people, everyone in the advance team looked dignified, and it would not be too much to say that their faces were pale from being frightened. This time, no one will carry forward the spirit of internationalism to rescue, first ensure their own survival.
However..., things backfired.
Not long after, Zhou Qingfeng, who was flying slowly in the sky, also received a call for help. Qin Weidong called for help on behalf of the advance team: "Boss, have you arrived yet? We are surrounded by thousands of people, come and save us!"