Chapter 1044 Go to His Meow Dream!

"Do you know how American farmers used their black slaves in the 17th century?" Zhou Qingfeng overlooked the entire city of Luanda on the large open-air platform of San Miguel Castle. ?

The cool breeze swishing in the morning can really boost your spirits. Qin Weidong, who had been busy all night, was sleepy, but had to hold on to accept the summons. But Zhou Qingfeng's words made people a little confused. After thinking about it for a long time, he had to admit that he didn't understand what his boss meant.

"American farmers make black slaves feel that being a slave is a job that is guaranteed for life. Although being a slave is a bit low-key, life with a master is heaven. Of course, there are too few fools these days. This kind of propaganda It doesn't work.

But we can educate black people in another way. You can give them a choice, but you must let them understand that there is no hope for independence, and happiness can only be achieved by working with us. "Zhou Qingfeng groaned for a while, then said in a deep voice: "I plan to set up a workshop for black people. "

"Workshop?" Qin Weidong didn't understand.

Zhou Qingfeng also frowned, "Isn't that a good name? Well, to keep it simple, let's call it the Black Slave Prison, and be more aggressive. Anyway, those black ghosts are guys who fear power but have no morals. Throw them in and accept Education, improve their quality, facilitate our rule."

Zhou Qingfeng's policy has changed many people, such as... Sardin. Let's hear what he has to say.

Hello everyone, I am Sardin, an ordinary African. Trust me, there's really nothing special about me. If so, then you must be lucky.

When the advance team of the Aurora Corps landed at the Luanda airport, I made contact with them. That meeting was unfortunate, my nth boss was smashed into a pile of mud by shrapnel, and the body was left to rot in the wilderness. And because I can speak a little English, I have the n+1th boss. "

The advance team forgave me and asked me to be the leader. I happily accepted this task. I believe that no matter who it is, as long as they face the unscrupulous big mouth of the mutant, they will happily accept it.

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

As an interpreter, I accompanied a mutant to announce the arrival of the advance team to other forces in the city the next day. The process was smooth, and I was rewarded unexpectedly—I was set up as a model and ordered to form an army of minions.

The next thing I think everyone knows is that I recruited more than fifty black brothers who were dying of starvation to join the advance team, and they were sent to the battlefield after only one day of training. The people under my command successfully smashed another faction's lair.

At that moment, I won the first victory and glory in my life, and I felt that my years of hard work were not in vain. When I was excited, I decided to offer my utmost loyalty to Boss Qin of the advance team.

But not long after the good times, the idiots from the white "Returning Home Mission" ran out. Those guys were our sworn enemies before, their arrogance is disgusting, and they can't wait to enslave us black people again.

So I encouraged my men to overthrow the white "home return group" in one fell swoop. Yes, that's right, I was behind it. I don't know why I did it then? Anyway, that's what I did!

Black people are always more casual.

Then I offered my utmost allegiance to Boss Marco who was fighting back, I even kissed his toes and shot several of the captured whites in his face. The result is..., I was sent by my n+2 boss to attack the advance team's camp.

If you don't go, I can only take my men to bite the bullet. Don't say that I am not honest and moral, Africans don't pay attention to this.

Under my demonstration, my n+1 boss was counterattacked by my n+2 boss. At that time, the advance team of the Aurora Legion was forced to guard the church in the palace square. I actually came up with the idea of ​​hitting the church with a heavy truck, and it worked very well!

However, just when my n+1 boss was about to hang up,

Victor Hugo, a great man from heaven. That's right, it's the guy who rides the airship with the Golden Dragon Logo on it, which is unique and compelling.

At that time, Boss Marko realized that the situation was not good, so I was led by him to prevent the airship from landing. Specifically..., we were beaten up. You must think that I am lucky to return to the command of the n+1th boss?

No, no, I'm in jail. I'm just lucky no one knows about my betrayal, it's not a thing in my nigger eyes, no one mentions it. So the Legion didn't know either.

I spent half a year in prison, and this is an unforgettable half year. There were many, many people detained at that time, tens of thousands of people. It is said that our Big Boss thinks that we are also labor force, which has the value of transformation and cannot be wasted. So we survived.

I went to bed early and woke up early in prison, and my life was pretty regular. The guards in the prison drill us every day when we are full and have nothing to do. It is said that they are still trying to form a more combat-effective African slave army, a disciplined slave army that will not rebel casually.

Walk in unison, go forward, stand still, and turn back.

Believe me, me and my nigga got drilled for three full months. The guard scolded us every day for being stupid. He started with how to 'walk' and used sticks and leather boots to teach us how to obey orders mechanically. If anyone hesitates a little, that guy's class will be collectively punished.

The punishment is often starvation, which is the most painful. So after discipline and punishment, we will punish the idiot who caused the trouble again until there are no more idiots among us.

To be honest, at the time I didn't know why we were asked to walk in the queue? But I had to obey without thinking. The first sentence I learned was 'report to the government'. You must start with this sentence when you say anything, otherwise the stick will hit your head and face.

During the three months of training in the queue, I grew stronger, I got fit again, I had muscles again, and I was no longer skinny. The same goes for my black bros, and we think the Legion prison is pretty good too.

After completing the cohort training, I was trained for another three months. I can speak English and Portuguese, but I learned to write Chinese characters for the first time. I know addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and I can recite the ninety-nine tables of multiplication. I have been instilled with a lot of common sense in life like a duck.

Believe me, this book is really good! It makes me feel like I have suddenly opened up my wisdom.

I originally thought that I would stay in prison for the rest of my life, but half a year later I was kicked out of the prison with a completely new look. I hugged the discipline's thigh and begged him not to abandon me. I can offer my greatest loyalty, and I am willing to join the African servant army of the legion to fight for the head of the legion.

But the Legion doesn't want me, they need someone stupid to join the servant army, but I'm too slippery. But 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 don't want to leave the already stable city of Luanda. Because apart from this, the rest of Africa is at war.

Just imagine. After a simple training, an ordinary African bitterer joins an anti-Japanese armed force in Zambia in eastern Angola with sadness. Then I found out that my nigga guys suck at fighting!

Really, I've never felt this way before. But when I saw hordes of people roaming the battlefield, I felt that if I pulled my comrades out of the prison, I would definitely crush them.

The black brothers of the Revolutionary Army have no organization, no discipline, and no restraint. They can do whatever they want, go wherever they want, and they have no purpose in doing anything, they just do whatever they want.

At that time, the climate in Africa had improved significantly, tropical vegetation began to recover, and all kinds of wild fruits could be eaten casually. The black brothers can sing, dance, have nothing to do!

But I'm so desperate for this, I don't want to live like this anymore. I miss my life in the Legion Prison, I miss those days when I was beaten and educated by the guards, I miss those companions who were forced to study together, I feel that I am not the same as those ignorant idiots.

I want to change all that!

Until one day, a caravan selling daily necessities appeared in front of me. The leader of the caravan was from the Aurora Legion, so I ran over and asked, "Report to the government, do you have Type 5 or 6 submachine guns?"

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

"But I don't have any money, can I get credit?"

"No money? This is the contact information of the Legion Slave Trading Company and the Bank of Africa. We accept all kinds of goods, such as slaves, which are needed by both black and white people. The price is favorable, and no one can deceive anyone."

"I still lack all kinds of living supplies, do you have any?"

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

do i have the right No. At least not yet.

I am ashamed when confronted by the Aurora Legion tradesmen. He reminds me of Martin Luther King's famous quote - I have a dream!

Yes, I have had a dream since I was a child. I wish I could be as great as Mandela.

I have been working hard, I have looked for every opportunity, and I have never given up in the most difficult circumstances. Until I met this dusty salesman.

This salesman was just an ordinary caravan leader from Luanda.

This caravan leader is just an inconspicuous little man under Qin Weidong, the commander of the Aurora Army's servant army stationed in Africa.

Qin Weidong could only bow down in front of Victor Hugo.

I've met this series of characters and now I'm reduced to...  

Fuck meow's dreams, black person's dreams are too far away!

I'd better be a dog, and I'd like to offer my utmost loyalty to this salesman. 8