Chapter 1098: The Train

After finishing the pretense show at the airport, Zhou Qingfeng looked for an opportunity to return to the wasteland, and he came back with the weapons and equipment of the six divisions. The Rabbit Army was very satisfied with the helicopters he had acquired, and he also generously added a lot of goods to express his gratitude. Although they are all retired equipment, they are also valuable.

Returning to the wasteland, Zhou Qingfeng traveled from Nassau in the Caribbean back to Luanda in Africa after a series of flights. In the two or three days since he left, the situation in Luanda has changed dramatically.

Now the two airships of the Aurora Legion are in Africa, carrying out the mission of transporting personnel and materials from Roanda to Malange. There are a total of eight round-trip flights every day, which can transport 500 people from Malanje to Luanda, and can also transport nearly 30 tons of supplies from Luanda to Malanje.

Efficient transportation has greatly strengthened Zhou Qingfeng's ability to control Luanda, but it has also brought enormous pressure to some people in Luanda.

Eric, who was hiding in the underground pipeline network, felt resentful about this change. Every time he saw the airship floating in the sky, he expressed his anger with extremely vicious eyes and cursing words—because he was marginalized. up.

"These damned yellow monkeys want to take control of Angola from us, and they want to take advantage of this disaster to expand their influence in Africa." Eric was eating the 'Supreme' instant noodles brought by Zhou Qingfeng, While cursing Zhou Qingfeng's ambition.

Dining with other white males who were rescued, they were not allowed to enter the Legion-controlled Fort San Miguel, but were arranged to clean up the ruins in the city. The heavy and boring manual labor made the white people very painful. In their view, this was what the black slaves did.

"Eric, do you have any ideas?" More than one person harbored resentment. The working whites took a lunch break and had a meal. During the meal, it was a good time to connect secretly.

"I..., what good idea can I have?" The failure of organizing the "Homecoming Mission" last time not only greatly reduced the remaining white men, but also caused Eric's prestige to plummet.

At this moment, there are only a dozen companions who are willing to gather around Eric. The others are either grateful for the rescue of the Legion, or express satisfaction with the current situation. After a long period of suffering, everyone desperately wants a stable life, and not many people are willing to make trouble with Eric.

"Victor Hugo treats us like black slaves." All Eric could do was complain, he couldn't pour the noodles in his hand, "What he fed us was pig food, and he robbed us Take our woman and not give us the corresponding medical treatment?"

"I need needles, I need my legs and my face. I know the Legion has that magic thing, but his men refuse to give it to me. He's racist, he's fascist."

Eric's face and legs were injured, he had been expecting to recover, but Qin Weidong refused his request without hesitation, "I really shouldn't cooperate with these yellow monkeys, their squinting eyes are ridiculous, even Visibly evil."

Frustrated white people can only laugh and curse behind their backs during breaks, but then they still have to work. Cleaning the streets produces a lot of rubbish, and Eric, who has limited legs, is tasked with driving an electric truck to remove and dump the rubbish.

During the transportation, Eric drove past the Luanda Railway Station, a place where many Chinese people have come. He stopped at an intersection of the train station and looked out, feeling very strange.

The train station was dilapidated, and there were occasional roars of machinery, or the sound of buildings being demolished and collapsed. Eric saw a familiar figure passing by, and quickly shouted: "Hi... Martha, why are you here?"

Caucasian teenage girl wearing a dirty yellow hard hat and clutching a folder. When she saw Eric, she smiled and said, "Hi... Uncle Eric, good afternoon! I work here, and the Chinese are rebuilding the train station, trying to make it work again."

"What are you doing over there?" Eric asked, pointing to the direction where the machine was roaring, "It sounds like a lot of noise."

"The railway is electrified, but the power supply to the city has been cut off.

The Chinese found several internal combustion engine locomotives, and they are testing them, but the specific condition does not seem to be very good. Martha shrugged and smiled, indicating that this job is very difficult.

"Why are the Chinese building these trains?"

"Hundreds of thousands of their compatriots are trapped in the hinterland of Angola. It is not safe to transport them by ordinary vehicles, so they consider using trains."

The simple conversation let Eric know a lot of information. Just as he was about to leave, a loud siren suddenly sounded from a shed at the train station, and a rumbling section of the locomotive spewed black smoke out of it.

"Oh... they succeeded, they really drove the train out. My God, this is really good news." Martha shouted happily, and ran to the locomotive cheering.

Eric was very upset about this scene. In the past, he could look down on any black or yellow people in Africa by virtue of his skin color, but now he has become the object of being looked down upon. But what can he do? Can only leave with curses.

In the train station, piles of ruins and equipment were piled up randomly on the ground. Xiang Ming said to Qin Weidong distressedly: "You must give me another 5,000 black laborers, and I must clear all obstacles along the railway line, otherwise the traffic will be opened." It's a joke."

"Five thousand black laborers?" Qin Weidong at the scene also had a headache, "I will give you five hundred at most. Now those black people are in poor health and need at least a month of recuperation before they can do heavy work."

"I can't wait a month, at most a week, I need 5,000 black people to work." Xiang Ming said, "Don't care too much about the lives of those black people, there are a lot of them."

"Don't be too impatient, the 'Bird of Paradise' will arrive in a few days, and there will be more than 3,000 Latin American laborers coming to work." Speaking of this, Qin Weidong also smiled wryly. Compared with the airship that can fly to the Atlantic Ocean in three to five days, the cargo ship 'Bird of Paradise' has been running for more than half a month.

"Is that the Expeditionary Expendables you mentioned?"

"That's right, those people are workers and soldiers, and can solve your labor shortage problem. I'm afraid our current trouble is not a lack of manpower, but a lack of fuel."

Both looked at the internal combustion engine locomotive that had just rolled out of the maintenance shed, which needed to burn diesel. But now the whole world is short of diesel.

Qin Weidong said: "I only collected about 50 tons of diesel oil in the city, and a large amount of diesel oil will not be supplied until the arrival of the 'Bird of Paradise'. This is the capacity squeezed out of the Havana oil refinery and shipped across the Atlantic Ocean. Invaluable."

When it came to diesel, Xiang Ming could only sigh and said helplessly, "The diesel in Angola is under the control of Ben. Those white men have occupied Soyo's refinery and several oil wells along the coast. It's not easy to deal with."

For potential opponents, Qin Weidong showed a bit of hatred, "Time is more beneficial to us. When the 'Bird of Paradise' arrives, we will be able to gain a firm foothold. If it is difficult to deal with it, we will deal with it." 8