Chapter 1107: A Brutal Opponent

North of Luanda, along the coastal road. A huge convoy is raising dust all over the sky, and the team of thousands of people is advancing at high speed on the highway. The leading AMX-56 "Leclerc" main battle tanks have high barrels and are full of power!

The troops started from Soyo, an important oil refining town in northern Angola, and drove hundreds of kilometers away, aiming at Luanda. The convoy passed through many deserted towns along the way, approaching the town of Bengo on the outskirts of Luanda before stopping.

The convoy was stationed in the town, set up a guard, and set up a headquarters. The leader of the team jumped out of the car with his personal guards, and asked his followers, "How is the situation of the Aurora Legion?"

Among the entourage, Kuqi, who was covered in dust, rushed out and shouted: "Respected leader, I just led a team to destroy a transport train of the Aurora Legion, and also confirmed the fact that the leader of the legion colluded with the Chinese forces in Angola. Please allow me I offer you some of the spoils and prisoners."

The leader that Kuqi said was a tall and strong middle-aged man with a bald head and a red face, wearing a large and gorgeous military uniform, holding a scepter in his hand, and his high-spirited posture looked like a magic stick. When he just got out of the car, the guards lined up to salute and shouted in unison, "Only obey Ben."

Couch knelt on one knee in front of his leader to report, as respectful as a servant. And Bane, who raised his chin, simply gave a simple 'hmm', and soon several prisoners and some trophies were brought up.

Ben walked forward slowly, and a personal guard sent up several iron cans after checking the safety of the spoils. Inside the tin can are the three sets of 'Supreme' that Zhou Qingfeng got, and noodles, tobacco and wine are already the three treasures of military supplies in the army. As long as there are these three things, all the needs of soldiers can be met.

Ben was not interested in tobacco or alcohol. He stretched out his hand to pinch a piece of bread, and he smelled a strong smell of edible spices. He threw down the bread and rubbed his fingers, leaving a layer of oil stains on his fingertips. "The food of the Aurora Legion is good!"

At present, the food supply is difficult, and the production of oil is completely cut off. It is very rare to be able to add such oil to food. Bane immediately asked Couch, "What kind of unit is this Aurora Legion's supply?"

What troops? Couch immediately cast his eyes on the captives who were tied hands and feet and threw them on the ground, and said in a low voice, "Respected leader, these foods should be for black slaves."

"How is this possible?" Ben's face darkened, feeling incredible in his heart. He didn't ask too much, and ordered directly: "Open the belly of the black slave prisoner, I want to see what's in his stomach?"

A personal guard drew out his bayonet, dragged a black slave captive and stepped on his throat, then stabbed his abdomen, and pulled the blade horizontally, blood splashed, and all internal organs came out.

The black slave was still alive, his hands and feet were moving wildly, and his voice was shrill.

Couch, who was kneeling nearby, couldn't help lowering his head. The sudden blood and tragedy made him almost sick.

The expressionless bodyguard cut through his intestines and stomach, and Ben took a few steps forward regardless of the stench and fiddled with the pile of viscera for a while with a bayonet. After a while, he said suspiciously: "I also raise black slaves, but I can't feed black slaves so well. From this alone, we can see that the Aurora Legion is a big enemy!"

The black slave who was dying was convulsing non-stop, and several other black slaves wanted to cry but did not dare to cry, they were completely paralyzed in horror. Ben's eyes shifted to the special one among the prisoners, and he bent down and asked in English, "Are you Chinese?"

Among the captives was a Chinese with blood all over his face and wounds all over his body. His mouth was strangled by a piece of cloth, and all his front teeth were missing. It looked as if he had been forcibly pulled out.

The personal guard stepped forward and cut the cloth strip that strangled his mouth with a bayonet. In response to Bane's question, the prisoner sneered with a leaky tongue: "Yes, I am a Chinese."

"It seems that my subordinates treat you specially." Benn made a tsk-tsk sound, "It must be because you are stubborn?"

Couch quickly answered: "This group of Chinese people is really stubborn, they don't say anything. Maybe only a great leader can make them speak."

Ben smiled, accepting the small compliment. He looked at the captive lying on the ground again, and said with a smile, "Look at the nigger over there, how do you feel?"

"Very cruel." The captured Chinese behaved very flatly.

"I have more cruel methods."

"I believe."

"So you don't want to say something? I can make your death a little easier."

The captured Chinese didn't know who the white man in front of him was, but he could guess that his status was not low, and he must have done what he said. But he still used his vague voice and said very calmly: "I have lived in Africa for almost ten years, and every time I pass through customs, those black people will blackmail us for tips.

But black people never blackmail white people, and white people never give. Blackmailing only Chinese people seems to be a matter of course. Sometimes I sigh that my fellow countrymen have spoiled the Negroes here for convenience.

In the nearly ten years I have been in Africa, I deeply feel that it is a waste of such a piece of land to be left to black people, and you white people have not made good use of it. You are all ruining this rich place. I've always been thinking, how wonderful it would be if this place was owned by us Chinese!

The idea was a joke in the past. But now we Chinese really have the opportunity to expand our territory on this land and build a country. We are awakened, we are organized, and we condense a plate of loose sand into a powerful force.

I know I'm doomed, but how can I create a country without sacrificing? So I can't even cheat my comrades. Of our more than 600,000 people in Angola, there are only about 200,000 left, and death has long been a common occurrence. But even if half of them die, we still have the confidence to become the true masters of this land.

Whoever you are, you are just a human being like me. I just sacrificed one step first, and my comrades in arms will avenge me. I died meaningfully, that's enough. "

Compared to the calmness of the captive, Ben didn't expect the other party to say such a thing. He has seen people begging, cursing, and furious before dying, but he has never seen anyone talking about ideals before dying.

The calmness of the captives in the face of death made Ben feel as if he had been humiliated. The veins on his forehead were throbbing, but he didn't know how to vent to make his opponent feel real pain.

Hahaha... A burst of laughter sounded from behind Ben. The heavy footsteps of the power armor are rapidly approaching.

With the help of the pickup, 'Winter Frost' heard the announcement of the captive's dying from a distance. She said to Ben in a mocking tone: "Is it a kind of bewilderment, feeling that the other party's spiritual realm is much higher than you, a fool like you?"

Bane's personal guards were on the verge of a formidable enemy, and all their muzzles were pointing at the power armor of 'Winter Frost'. Ben even growled red-faced: "Little ****, since you think the spirit of the Aurora Legion is high, why did you defect to me?"

"I have been paying attention to Victor Hugo for a long time. I think he is a person who can bring new life and hope to the world. But I am the complete opposite. Wherever he goes, he spreads death and destruction. On the contrary, you and I match very well, so we have to be together."

After 'Dongshuang' finished speaking, he laughed and left, ignoring Ben's face and jumping up and down, already on the verge of fury.

Seeing that Kutcher and his personal guards had nothing to do with 'Dongshuang', Ben yelled: "You trash, what are you doing so stupidly?

Hang this Chinese man, hang him outside Luanda. I want to let that Victor Hugo know. I... the great, unstoppable Bane who will rule this land has come! "