The blue sea and blue sky, the water birds soaring, the sailors on the Changle ship are leaning on the side of the ship, looking at the exotic customs of the port of Aden, after a thrilling battle, the friendship between the crew has been greatly deepened, and the attitude towards the new captain has changed from contempt and neglect to respect and love, and the Changle ship has become the home of everyone at sea.

The freighter enters the port to replenish fresh water, food, fuel oil, and all kinds of lubricating oil, and the crew goes ashore to rest, shop, and after a short rest, the Changle ship will cross the Red Sea, pass through the Suez Canal to the Mediterranean, and then enter the Atlantic Ocean from the Strait of Gibraltar, and then travel thousands of nautical miles south to reach the destination of this trip, Western Sadamoa.

In a high-end hotel on the shore of the Gulf of Aden, Liu Ziguang saw Chen Jinlin, who had been running at sea for nearly a month, and after the two hugged warmly, Liu Ziguang said movingly: "Lao Chen, you are dark and thin, and the child at home is only a few months old, so I caught Ding Ding out of hard work, it is really hard for you." ”

"Come on, what's the intention of saying so many beautiful words, your broken ship almost killed me, the more critical the moment, the more the chain dropped, I said this ship won't be the scrap that your kid picked up from which shipbreaking yard, right?" Chen Jinlin buttoned the snow-white captain's long-brimmed hat on the table, unceremoniously took the cold beer handed over by Liu Ziguang and said.

"How can it be, a serious second-hand ship, it's been a little bit old, but the quality is still very good." Liu Ziguang smiled and helped Chen Jinlin light a cigar before sitting down.

Chen Jinlin handed over the fax, and Liu Ziguang glanced at it and said, "Where is the international direct dialing code of 65?" ”

"I've checked, it's a fax from a hotel in Singapore, probably when the Changle Ferry docked in Singapore, it was targeted." Chen Jinlin cocked Erlang's legs, flicked the cigarette ash, and said lightly.

Liu Ziguang thought for a moment and said: "Although I don't know who the opponent is, the battle has just begun, and I believe that with this setback, they will not act rashly in a short time." ”

Chen Jinlin said: "How can you guarantee that they will not send a commando team to kill us in a helicopter and kill us in the Red Sea or the Mediterranean?" ”

"It's just an iron ore with a little eyebrows, it doesn't need to be so serious as killing and killing, besides, the main battlefield is not here, and it doesn't mean much to them to defeat Changle Wheel." Liu Ziguang looked at the blue sea and said confidently.

A day later, Bombardier took off again and flew directly to Luanda, Angola, where the domestic situation was unclear and the overland route was a relatively reliable route.

After the plane landed at Luanda International Airport, they were greeted by a local Chinese businessman who was Hu Qingsong's business partner, specializing in the sale of Cabinda bark from Angola, an all-natural aphrodisiac that works immediately after being taken without any processing, and is said to be in short supply in the small circle of the powerful in Angola.

The Chinese businessmen provided them with two cars, a Land Rover off-road vehicle carrying people, and a Toyota pickup truck for supplies, Angola had just recovered from the war for a few years, and the social security was not as good as expected, and the Chinese businessmen also specially hired two local bodyguards with guns for them.

After staying in Luanda for a few hours, the group went on the road, along the highway to the north, the infrastructure of Angola is poor, after leaving the capital, the road becomes a gravel road, there are not many cars on the road, the tropical savannah scenery in the dry season is more than sighing, Professor Yu looked out the window and sighed: "This is black Africa." ”

Liu Ziguang said: "Professor Yu, haven't you been to Africa before?" ”

Professor Yu said: "When I was young, I came here to help my class brothers in the third world find mines, and after 30 years, Africa still hasn't changed." ”

After walking all the way, talking all the way, when it was dark, the car finally drove to the border, most of the borders of Africa are in a straight line, that is, following the borders of the previous colonial period, the border between Angola and Western Sadamoa is a tributary of the Congo River, next to a stone bridge is the post of the Angolan border police, and on the opposite side is a piece of black light, and the cry of apes in the jungle can be faintly heard.

The interpreter made brief representations with the border police, who kindly advised them that it was best to wait until dawn before crossing the border, because there was a civil war going on in Western Sadamoa and it would not be safe to cross the border at night.

Professor Yu looked at the dark other side of the river and said, "Otherwise, it won't be too late to cross the border tomorrow, anyway, bring a tent." ”

Hu Qingsong smiled and looked at Liu Ziguang, who got out of the car and stuffed some Chinese-made cool oil into the outpost, which is very popular in Africa, and is more effective than tipping.

Stepping on the other side of the river, even in Western Sadamoa, this small West African country is in the midst of civil strife, the border line is non-existent, and there is not even a military police on duty, let alone a customs officer who stamps passports.

The roads in Western Sadamoa are obviously worse than those in Angola, the roads have long been flooded by black soil, and only the outline of the road can be vaguely seen, as for the street lights, it is even more wishful thinking, the headlights of the Land Rover off-road vehicles draw two pillars of light in the dark night, illuminating the road ahead, a black man came out of the side of the road, stood in the middle of the road and shook his hands, then the second, the third......

"The person who picked us up has arrived." Liu Ziguang said.

The person who came to greet them was not low-level, it was His Excellency Chen Martin, Vice-Minister for Foreign Affairs and Trade of the ** Government of Western Sadamoa, who heard Liu Ziguang's introduction, and then looked at this black young man with a Chinese-made acrylic towel on his body, everyone looked at each other, and really didn't know what to say.

"Welcome to Western Sadama." Martin Chen's Mandarin with a slight Jiangbei flavor immediately dispelled their doubts, it seems that the education level of this deputy ministerial-level cadre is not low, as for only wearing a towel around his body, this is probably a national tradition.

Chen Martin led them to a secret camp near the border, which was set up close to the Angolan border because it was convenient to retreat, and the government troops could move to Angolan territory at any time when they came to clear the attack.

The camp is very simple, a few thatched huts, a few hammocks set on trees, a bonfire, and a dozen or so people, which are all Chen Martin's belongings.

Hu Qingsong pulled Liu Ziguang aside and asked quietly, "This is the resistance you are talking about?" In the darkness, his eyes were full of undisguised disappointment.

No wonder, Martin Chen's subordinates are not even fully equipped with clothes, let alone modern weapons, they are wearing miscellaneous civilian clothes, holding steel wire pulley bows and machetes in their hands, and the wings of the arrows are red, red, green and green plastic sheets, this set of equipment feels nondescript.

"The liberation struggle of the people of Western Sadamoa is still in its infancy, so it needs our selfless support." Liu Ziguang patted Hu Qingsong on the shoulder and reassured him.

But it turned out to be far more difficult than expected, and according to Martin Chen, he and his family had been excluded from the leadership of the rebels, and His Highness Bobby had secured a sponsorship in London, hired a few veteran European mercenaries to help him fight the war, bought a batch of weapons from Congolese arms dealers, hired hundreds of battle-hardened former Congolese soldiers, and formed an armed force loyal to him, while these tribal warriors were beaten back to their homeland.

"Neither the king nor the generals are reliable, and now, we are fighting for ourselves." When he said this, Martin Chen's eyes burned with flames.

Although he said this impassionedly, he couldn't help but have a trace of sadness, he was silent for a while and then said: "I'm sorry to drag you and your friends into this war that can never be won, this is our war, not yours, you better go back." ”

"No, this is also my war, I want to fight for my property, you probably don't know it yet, Wood Manor is already surnamed Liu." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.

Martin Chen's eyes lit up: "Wood Manor? That's a lot of land, and I've heard that Kuba has confiscated a lot of white ownerless property, and Wood Manor must be one of them. ”

"Yes, young man, I have come to recover my lawful property, and I suppose that when the revolution is successful, the new government will not fail to recognize the contract signed between Mr. Wood and me."

"Of course, private property is sacrosanct, this is the law laid down by God and Napoleon!" Martin Chen finally got excited again.

"Then, there will be no trouble operating in my manor." Liu Ziguang asked.

"Of course not, the army and police of Kuba are mainly active in the city of San Juan, their hands cannot reach that far, of course, you have to be prepared to deal with the Wendu militia, they like to kill people and steal things, this is the tradition of the Wendu people for hundreds of years."

"What is the situation in San Juan now?"

"Under international pressure, at least Kuba didn't dare to massacre the Caye people publicly, and now there are a lot of foreigners in San Juan, the United Nations Refugee Agency, the African Union Observer Mission, and some journalists or whatever, you know, these journalists like to go where there is news, and I really don't know where they were at the time of the massacre."

"So, I can enter San Juan with all my might?"

"Of course, you're a foreigner, and Kuba doesn't dare to do anything to you."

……

It was a long night, a quiet night in Africa, sleeping in the primeval jungle that had not been destroyed by industrial civilization for thousands of years, with a rustic feeling of returning to nature, and guests from afar fell asleep in hammocks around the campfire.

Early the next morning, a team of heavily armed soldiers arrived in the camp, and Liu Ziguang's Afrika Korps arrived.