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The moon in Nicaya, tonight seems to be exceptionally round.

This may be because Ye Qing is in a good mood and has overcome the most difficult technical problems in the virtual world without much effort.

Anyway, when Ye Qing launched the virtual world, when he stood outside the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the night of the capital city of Anut, he always felt that the white moon was smiling at him.

The silver moon hung high in the sky, and the white brilliance was not only revealed to Ye Qing alone.

In the Anu district, everyone is bathed in this bright moon.

This includes the cartoonists singing and merrily singing on the hotel terrace, as well as the workers around the Sotu rainforest fighting for rare earth metal minerals and enriched uranium minerals.

The Sotu Rainforest is a subtropical rainforest full of pristine atmosphere.

Nestled on the African savannah, this rainforest is a magical place where annual rainfall of more than 1,500 mm is created.

Filled with ancient trees that require dozens of people to hug each other, it bills itself as a self-contained ecosystem with dense ground vegetation that makes it difficult to walk.

It's a forbidden area for life.

In the grasslands surrounding the rainforest, dozens of tribes, large and small, have lived for generations.

But hundreds of years ago, the indigenous people of the local tribe knew that the mountains surrounding this rainforest were inhabited by a group of "ghosts".

No one can describe the ghosts, and the local natives only know that the rainforest contains countless treasures. It is full of tempting and delicious fruits, and there is plump prey everywhere.

For hundreds of years, countless hunters from the surrounding tribes wanted to conquer it.

Most of what they left behind was only an embarrassing experience of going and not returning.

The ignorant natives believed that there were man-eating ghosts living there, and that even the tribe's most powerful hunters would not be able to conquer the rich rainforest.

Behemoth Industries told them with the power of modern technology.

There are no ghosts there.

There is only high-purity calcium-uranium mica found in the surrounding mountains.

……

Calcium-uranium mica is the main extraction mineral of uranium-235.

In order to exploit these uranium mines, Behemoth Industries has built a uranium mining plant with the ability to enrich uranium-235 to more than 90% behind the Suotu rainforest, and used the enriched uranium as an energy source to set up a thermal nuclear power plant composed of ultra-supercritical generating units in the plant.

When General Buckler was escorted to the uranium mine by the Banshee Flying Machine, it was the night when the moon hung over the earth.

"Where is this?"

"Let go of me. ”

"Do you know who I am, you bandit foreigners, believe it or not, the next day, my army will be able to bring people to level this place?"

General Buckler is held by arms by two foreign men who are stronger than rhinoceros, and although he cannot struggle to escape, he can use his mouth to vent his rage.

If his eyes could kill, the two foreign macho men beside him must have been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows.

He was the king of the steppes in the western part of the Tagana kingdom, with 5,000 men under his command, and ruled over seven towns and hundreds of villages. Just because he didn't speculate on a few words with a young foreigner, he was kidnapped into a mysterious factory built entirely of high concrete walls?

Why?

He was not convinced.

Even if the mysterious flying machine he was riding landed in a factory full of science fiction style, even when he traveled to the United States two years ago, he had never seen a similar technological building.

General Buckler cursed all the way until he was escorted by two foreign hunk men into the door of a boxy concrete building.

It was a door made of silver metal, and when it opened, General Buckler was kicked in, and his scolding stopped abruptly.

He was dumbfounded, and inside the metal door were four bunk beds that could only be seen in the barracks. Now seven of the four bunks were poking their heads out of the gray bed, glaring at him without saying a word.

Seven blonde foreigners?

General Buckler's head was full of clouds, what did that Chinese young man want to do, this factory was not opened by Chinese people, how could there be seven foreigners from European and American countries?

The iron door slammed shut behind him, and General Buckler was locked in a sealed building made up entirely of question marks.

He was clubbed in the doorway like a stake, his black charcoal face, and a pair of snow-white eyes rolling up and down to look here.

Four bunk beds.

There is a bathroom in the corner of the wall that does not even have a partition, and a stainless steel sink opposite, and there are seven iron cups neatly placed next to the sink, in which are placed toothbrushes and toothpaste, and seven towels are hung on the cups.

Looking over the wall of the doorway, General Buckler saw a row of tin cabinets, neatly laid out under them seven pairs of dirt-covered cargo shoes.

"Who are you?"

"What the hell are you trying to do with me here?"

General Buckler looked angry and reprimanded his men in his native language, asking questions of the foreigner.

These seven foreigners, all with malnourished dishes, wearing cheap overalls, and shabby daily necessities around them, saw the two Chinese people who had just escorted them, as well-behaved and docile as mice saw cats.

With an army of 5,000 under his command, where will General Buckler, who is the king and hegemon in this land, give this group of foreigners who are exactly the same as the mining coolies in the mines?

His condescending question caused the seven foreigners to turn their heads to each other, and then a foreigner sleeping on the lower bunk near the door lifted the quilt and sat up.

"Newcomer, report your name and affiliation. ”

This man spoke English.

General Buckler was not highly educated, and could only understand the simplest common phrases in English. So he twisted his head and said in the local dialect: "Lao Tzu doesn't understand." ”

"Newcomer, report your name and affiliation. The foreigner who asked the question frowned and changed to Chinese.

General Buckler could tell that it was Chinese, after all, he had a verbal altercation with a young Chinese man not long ago.

Of course, just because he can tell the difference doesn't mean he can understand it.

"Newcomer, report your name and ......"

This time, it's Arabic.

General Buckler's snow-white eyes glared at the boss, thinking that this foreigner coolie is really fake, can he speak the three Chinese?

"Newcomer, report your ......"

A foreigner sleeping on the top bunk sat up and asked questions in Portuguese.

"Newcomer ......"

Someone asked in German.

"Newcomer ......"

Someone asked in Zulu.

"Newcomer ......"

General Buckler stood there stunned like a turkey, and someone asked in French.

This time, General Buckler finally understood.

Turning over the land of Africa is a history of blood and tears that have been colonized by Europe.

Among them, France has left the deepest imprint on this land, and there are as many as 31 African countries that use French as their first language on the road to Africa. In the upper class of Africa, those who are not proficient in French are only regarded as uneducated nouveau riche natives.

General Buckler, of course, knew French, but by this time he had retreated to the edge of the iron gate with a look of trepidation.

Who are these people, just two people asked, and they skillfully changed seven or eight foreign Chinese languages.

This kind of talent can be mixed with the status of a diplomat at the very least.

With some hesitation, Buckler said in French: "I...... My name is Buckler, and I am a general. ”

"General?"

"May I ask which country you are serving in?" The foreigner sitting on the bunk at the door suddenly stood up and saluted with a serious face: "I am Armitage, the commander of the 75th Ranger Regiment and the first battalion of the 75th Rangers Regiment under the command of the United States Special Command. ”

As soon as his words fell, another man on the upper bunk rose up and saluted, "Hello General." ”

"I am a Lieutenant Colonel 1st Class pilot at Paterson Air Force Base in the U.S. Air Force. ”

"Hello General, I am a senior engineer at Lockheed Aerospace. ”

"Hello General, I'm ......"

The seven foreigners in the dormitory sat or stood one by one to salute Buckler and introduce themselves.

Buckler introduced himself in French as a general.

These seven foreigners did not have the slightest suspicion, because the people who could be imprisoned by the giant beast industry to mine here were either ace pilots of the Air Force, commanders of special combat teams, or senior engineers who were well-known in the aerospace industry.

Now there is one more general, which is not at all unexpected.

They are all Americans, and their identities have been explained to the managers here early on.

The black man in front of him who still maintained a haughty attitude when he entered the door, they took it for granted that he was a high official.

Otherwise, how could they be escorted in alone by two administrators?

Wait a minute~

After the seven foreigners finished their introductions, they suddenly looked at Buckler a little inexplicably.

Why did the general start shaking his legs and cold sweat on his forehead?

"You...... You guys. General Buckler looked like he had severe Alzheimer's, his teeth chattering up and down, "What are you talking about?"

"How can you be an American lieutenant colonel and major?"

"The United States is the most powerful country in the world, what are you talking nonsense. ”

We didn't talk nonsense, the seven foreigners who huddled together to keep warm looked at each other.

Lieutenant Colonel Major What is this, they are even the dignified director of the Social Security Bureau and the brigadier general are planted in the hands of the giant beast industry, what is so unusual about a worthless colonel-level military rank?