"How dare you kill white people!" The Frenchman clutched the wound on his chest and roared breathlessly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 There is pain in the info voice, and there is even more despair.

With a flash of the scimitar, a large cut was made in the Frenchman's neck, and blood gushed out of the hole. Before the rate of blood flow slowed down, the French returned to their homeland. There were already more than a dozen French Yankees who had been hacked to death in the open space next to them, and the Black Uncles were not idle, they had already searched out all the things on the French, stripped the Frenchmen of their clothes, and threw them into the pit that had been dug to bury them casually. That's it.

The executions were public, and at the edge of the clearing were large crowds of blacks who had been driven to watch. Uncle Black, who was a Frenchman, stood on a high place, carrying a blood-stained machete and gesturing, shouting in various ways. Among the people who came were black officers and German officers. The German officer had not been in Africa for a long time, so he asked his black brother comrade-in-arms next to him: "What is he talking about?" Hearing this question, the Black Brother officer sighed helplessly and replied in West African-flavored German: "Actually, I don't understand it either. ”

The German officer was speechless, and after recovering his strength, he asked in bewilderment: "Aren't they speaking the local language?" ”

The black brother looked at the white comrade-in-arms next to him suspiciously, and also asked with a puzzled expression: "Our Gada is almost a foreign country a hundred and ten miles away. When I was in geography class, wasn't the teacher talking about Europe the same? ”

Thinking of the small countries in Europe, the German officer also felt that the words of the black brother were related to me, and after thinking for a moment, the German officer asked: "You can always understand something, right?" ”

"I can understand something. The difficulty is that many meanings have no equivalent in the local dialect. The person above had to go around in a big circle to make sense when he spoke to these people. Brother Black gave an answer.

Only then did the German officer wake up from a dream, and he hurriedly asked, "What is this lieutenant talking about?" ”

"According to the rules on our side, he is trying to persuade these people to be slaves for us." Brother Black replied.

This answer left the German officer dumbfounded, and for a moment did not know how to respond.

In Cameroon, Marx?? Webb is writing a report," ...... Domestic slavery is a very common model in West Africa, and it is more like a physical payment of debts due to lack of food or inability to support them. The level of social development in Africa is low, and if it wants to expand its domination as soon as possible, it is not appropriate to use the traditional methods of Europe. The adoption of a well-defined system of domestic slavery, in which Germanized black families imparted production knowledge and technology, was a rapid way to civilize these people. The same approach was taken by the Min dynasty in East Africa. As for slavery, it was not particularly different from the apprenticeship in Germany, and the colonies eliminated the slavery status of domestic slaves who had mastered agricultural production skills every five years...... In the past few years, Cameroon and elsewhere have doubled the industrial and agricultural population and increased the available military resources by 20 per cent...... In the next few years, it is hoped that the total number of controllable industrial and agricultural populations in the German colonies will be doubled...... Advancing the local blacks in the German colonies from the tribal era to the agrarian age would give the Afrika Army the strength to control West Africa......"

Away from Marx's hard work?? Weber was hundreds of kilometers to the south, and the dull sound of the horn gave a desolate and distant feeling in the setting sun, but Lieutenant Louis of France felt as if his heart was being tightened by something. Sure enough, a moment later, several shells suddenly flew out of the dense forest from the other direction where the trumpet sounded, and headed straight for the direction of the French army, which was preparing to set up a camp.

If something happens every day, everyone quickly gets used to it. Even when they were harassed by the black army on a daily basis, the French accepted this fact. The sound of the explosion did not panic the French troops, and within two minutes of the attack, gunfire rang out from a distance diagonally behind the attackers. France sent outflanking troops from afar, with the aim of copying the back path of these impudent. At the same time, Lieutenant Louis was ordered by his superiors to 'strike with the troops and tear the filthy to pieces'.

With heavy steps, Lieutenant Louis beckoned his company to set off. Like Lieutenant Louis, his men looked very tired. This is also something that cannot be helped, if anyone has to be attacked every day for more than half a month, it will be like this. The negroes hid like cunning mosquitoes, rushing out and biting the French army at every opportunity.

After chasing forward for a while, I saw more than a dozen black men running frantically with weapons on their backs. In the dense forest, the blacks were as cunning as loaches, and with the shelter of the trees, they dodged the guns of the French army, and continued to flee with great speed, and they were about to leave the French army behind completely. The French army has always adopted the mentality of elite officers and non-commissioned officers, and Lieutenant Louis has a lot of combat experience, and there are no other problems other than being a little older. He knew that any further pursuit would only make the black man run away. The lieutenant shouted: "The troops are at full speed, and they must not be allowed to run through that forest." ”

Almost at the same time, the same order was given by the French captain who commanded the interception on the other side. Throwing down their knapsacks, the French army picked up. Bypassing the forest in front of you, a large flat area appeared in front of you. The outflanking forces pursued from the left of Lieutenant Louis, where the two forces converged. The black man ran fast and was not surrounded.

The two French units were two battalions in one place, and they were not annoyed by letting the negroes slip away. The negroes did not slip into the woods when they ran to the other side of the flat, but stopped there, and a bunch of negroes poured out of the woods behind them, and soon lined up with the intention of fighting a dozen.

No one discussed the possibility of the enemy luring the enemy into an ambush, "Extend the front, prepare for battle!" The commander immediately gave the order. Wherever the Negroes are encountered, the war will be waged, and the glorious French army cannot flee in the face of the Negroes, because there is no need for this!

The rifle fire was a loss, and the blacks were pressed back a little, hiding behind the trees at the edge of the woods to defend themselves. The French army attacked in columns in companies. With the density of the woods opposite, Lieutenant Louis determined that there could not be any artillery inside. Without the danger of artillery suppression, the French army only had to attack in columns, spreading horizontally close to the enemy, and in the blink of an eye the front could be crushed. In various wars, France has won too many battles with such tactics.

At the moment when the French troops approached the woods and began to turn into a horizontal column, the tactical execution was very successful. Then, with a series of strange explosions, many dove-sized things flew out of the black positions like sparrows. The dove-sized objects landed in the ranks of the French army and exploded, and the air waves and debris washed the French army like a storm.

Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da! Light machine guns began to sing, bullets swept through the chaotic ranks of the French troops, and the French soldiers, who were lucky not to be defeated, were knocked down quite a few.

Lieutenant Louis was wounded in the abdomen by shrapnel when the grenade exploded, and the severe pain made him think that he would be extremely excited by it, but the reality made Lieutenant Louis realize that his strength seemed to be drained. Trying to prop his body up, the action pulled shrapnel, which continued to cut the already cut internal organs, and the unbearable pain made Lieutenant Louis groan and lie back on the ground.

Listening to the sound of bullets piercing the air not far from his head, listening to the painful moans and desperate cries of his French comrades next to him. With a sour nose, Lieutenant Louis burst into tears. He came to Africa and wanted to see elephants in addition to fighting. I heard that elephants are everywhere in Africa, and if you can get two tusks back, you won't have to worry about eating and drinking for several years. But until now, he hadn't seen anything of value except for rainforest plants and the lizards that were everywhere.

The ground began to shake slightly, and Lieutenant Louis, who felt more danger, barely raised his body, and saw countless black uncles rushing out of the woods, brandishing shiny machetes in their hands, and charging fiercely and unstoppably. If the French could still organize an effective counterattack at this time, these people would only be swept down in pieces in front of the machine guns. But, ......, Lieutenant Louis they set out with only rifles, not bulky machine guns at all.

The torrent of black uncles rushed to the position in an instant, some of them brandished machetes and continued to pursue forward, while others waved machetes and began to slash at the French soldiers. Lieutenant Louis attracted the attention of the three black uncles in a blink of an eye, and when the three machetes were raised high, Lieutenant Louis let out an extremely sincere scream from his throat, "Don't!! ”

How can a black man kill a white man like this, if God allows such a thing to happen, then there is no heavenly reason! These were Lieutenant Louis's last thoughts.

The battle ended quickly, and after a simple cleanup of the battlefield, the black brothers withdrew from the battlefield. It took more than ten minutes for the French reinforcements to catch up, and the group was stunned and overwhelmed by the sleek French corpses all over the ground.

The East African Administrative Region received a report of the battle, and the 20,000 French troops who had gone to the aid of the Belgian colonists in Kinshasa suffered heavy losses in the face of the jungle movement battle. In the past half a month, they have been killed and wounded by more than 4,000 people, and they have advanced less than 40 kilometers. These French people didn't even know that they had actually fallen into a big encirclement, and nearly 100,000 black brothers had already completed a loose big encirclement, and they only needed an order to attack in the heart and surround the French army.

One of the people who decided to fight was Wei Kun, and Wei Kun suddenly had a question, how could his father Wei Ze easily give the battle order. A few words can determine more than 10,000 lives, and the asymmetry produced by this contrast is too strong for Wei Kun to understand. Not only Daddy Wei Ze, but although the elder brother Qi Rui ordered to kill far fewer people than Daddy Wei Ze, he also decided the life and death of tens of millions of people. Don't they feel so much pressure?

Thinking of his brother Qi Rui, Wei Kun suddenly felt that something was wrong. The old brother Qi Rui he knew was not such a strong person, so Wei Kun in turn thought that there must be something wrong with his thoughts. After thinking for a moment, Wei Kun suddenly felt a sudden realization. He was wrong. It was not Wei Kun who was in his comfortable office who went to war, it was tens of thousands of soldiers of the East African Security Army who joined the war, and it was hundreds of thousands of local blacks who had been enslaved and mutilated who felt the pain of the war.

When Belgian colonists first established the Congo Free State, it had a population of about 25 million. After 24 years of Belgian colonial rule, several foreign surveys believe that the Congo Free State's population is 'optimistic' at less than 10 million. After the local blacks who fled abroad counterattacked their hometowns, the Min Dynasty also made rough statistics. The locals who returned home from the counteroffensive liquidated the lackeys of the Belgian colonists, and the remaining population of the area was about 3 million. Even if you don't count the number of new births in the past 24 years, the Congo Free State has lost 22 million people. Counting the number of new births in the past 24 years, the Congo Free State is truly 'one in ten'.

Without the slightest uneasiness, Wei Kun calmly signed the order to attack. Compared to Wei Kun personally, more than 10,000 French people are a huge number. Compared to the more than 20 million dead natives of the Congo Free State, the more than 10,000 French are nothing at all.

After signing and putting down the pen, Wei Kun felt that he could understand his father and brother Wei Kun a little. For them, it is not the enemy that matters, but the object to whom they choose to be allegiant. When Daddy Weeser rebelled, he was thinking about the life and death of 500 million Chinese people. When attacking North America, the old brother Wei Kun had in mind the future of the 800 million people of the Minchao. Compared with the Motherland and the people, there is no transcendent existence in the world.