I couldn't imagine what it was like to be a land abandoned by God until I set foot on this land of Africa.

———————— excerpt from Ye Tian's African War Diary

The nights in Africa were long and hot, but for our team, these were just pediatrics, and the brutal training had just begun.

I swear I'll never speed again. Because if it weren't for speeding, then the last person who was ambushed would not have been me, but a convoy of rebels.

When I woke up, I was dumped in the barracks mobile hospital. The pungent smell of disinfectant water was everywhere, and rats roamed around in the mud and pits. Beneath my body was a rudimentary bed made of wooden planks, and when I looked around, I realized that it was full of dying people.

I struggled to stand up, but I didn't expect my body to be so weak that I couldn't even stand on my feet.

There was a loud "poof", and I even fell to the ground with the bed board, and the loud sound immediately attracted the attention of the mercenaries on duty outside.

One of the mercenaries looked at me lying on the ground, walked over and kicked me hard, and only after hearing my * did he mumble and walked out.

I was brutally carried to the infirmary, and a black man in a blood-stained coat threw me on the bed for examination.

I don't understand what these people are saying. There was an intermittent roar in my ears, and my whole body was weak. If it weren't for my brother's medicine, I'm afraid I would have capsized in the gutter this time. However, no matter how good the senior brother's medicine is, this seriously injured body still needs some time to complete its self-healing.

Two mercenaries walked in, spoke to the doctor in a language I didn't understand, and after getting a nod from the doctor, they roughly lifted me out of bed and carried me out of the medical room.

After more than a dozen rounds of interrogation, these people finally believed me as a migrant worker in Nigeria. Because they knew that the headquarters of Huaxia National Petroleum in the industrial town of Maiduguri had been attacked, the embassy organized a notice to evacuate all the overseas Chinese. Since I didn't have gun calluses on my hands at all, they didn't suspect that the pistol was issued by the company for self-defense.

There was an explosion throughout the car, everything in the car was burned to ashes, and everything could not be forged.

These people are not dirty cats and dogs, but a branch of the Rage Corps, hired by the Nigerian government during the war across the country. Although the vehicles and equipment of these people are outdated, the quality of their weapons and personnel is very high. It's just that they weren't friendly to me, and one of the squad leaders even threatened me with roasting and eating meat in English.

I was thrown back into the morgue surrounded by dying people, and watched the mercenaries who had lost their healing value being carried in and waiting to die, watching them throw the dead mercenaries out and sprinkle them with lime and bury them.

It was about five or six days before I was able to walk like a normal person. But that already made the doctor's jaw drop.

The weakened body had not yet regained its strength, and the sound of artillery in the distance was earth-shattering, and it was clear that the number and frequency of exchanges of fire between the two sides were rising. A few days later, I was lying on the bed and could see the Apache gunship through the crack in the wall!

It appears that the rebels are also funded by the forces behind the scenes, and the weapons of both sides have been upgraded.

After lying like this for another week, I was finally able to run and walk like a normal person, except for the large number of scabs on my face and body.

I was taken by the mercenaries to a barracks and met an officer. The officer had eagle-sharp eyes, and I pretended to be submissive, not daring to make eye contact with him.

"Heads up, I want to know, what's your name?"

I pretended to be flustered and raised my head and whispered, "Sir, my name is Chu Tianyang." He is an employee of the headquarters of Huahua Petroleum in Nigeria. ”

"As far as I know, the employees there have already been rescued by the embassy and returned to China, why haven't you been rescued?"

This question has been answered no less than ten times, and it seems that the Fury Legion still hasn't given up on tracking me and Ralph, but without that positioning system, it would be difficult to find two people in the vast land of Africa.

"Sir, I'm an internal security guard who followed the purchaser to buy food before the incident, but when I came back, I was attacked by armed men. The buyer was killed on the spot, and I fled in my car. When I got rid of the pursuit and called the headquarters again, there was no answer. The embassy's phone was busy all the time, and then it was ambushed. ”

The officer's eyes stared at me grimly, as if he wanted to see through my thoughts.

"Sir, may I contact the embassy?"

The officer looked at me and burst out laughing.

"You belong to Africa, stay here, Guard, and make him a new recruit, we need fresh blood to complete our cause. ”

As I turned to leave, I could feel the officer's suspicious gaze. This gaze made me feel like I was on pins and needles, and I wanted to immediately regain my strength and get out of here.

Once the scars on my face start to scab over and fall off, then my identity will be easily revealed.

I was taken to the clothing collection by the logistician and received a set of khaki tattered military uniforms with a bullet hole in the chest and a faint blood stain around it.

"On the third day of the boot camp, this guy was executed for wanting to be a deserter. The black mercenary patted my thin shoulder and grinned and made a bet to the person next to me, "I'll bet a thousand naira, this kid won't survive three days of boot camp training." ”

Another mercenary next to me reached out and punched me, rolled his eyes and said, "I bet two thousand naira, and he won't survive even two days." ”

Paralyzed, if Lao Tzu hadn't recovered now, he would have cut off your two heads and sold them as roast chicken.

I quickly left the logistics office with my clothes and reported to the boot camp under the guidance of a mercenary (actually a surveillance).

After filling in the name, I was assigned to a barracks of more than thirty people. The barracks, which had been scorched by the sun for a day, was like a steamer, full of foot odor, fox odor and all kinds of unpleasant smells. These recruits didn't have the stinky problems of veterans, and they gathered together to chat and smoke. There was also a group of people wrestling their wrists around the table in the middle.

I was assigned a lower bunk, and had just laid down on a hay-paved plank bed with a black head sticking out of the upper bunk.

"Hi, my name is Tuawa, I'm a native of Akure, what's your name, my friend?"

I instinctively grinned and bumped my fist with him.

"Hello, my name is Chu Tianyang and I am from Maiduguri. ”

While we were chatting, an officer walked in from outside the barracks, cleared his throat and said, "I declare several disciplines, first, it is strictly forbidden to leave the barracks territory without the consent of the superior commander. Second, at any time, if you hear the rallying call, you must gather in the playground within ten minutes, and if you are late, you will be severely punished. Thirdly, all subjects must be completed conscientiously, and those who fail to complete them will also be severely punished. ”

When the commander left, the recruits let out a burst of boos. I was the only one who could see the murderous smile on the sir's lips.