Seeing such a rotten situation coming from the front line, coupled with the high-ranking government officials of the French government in Paris who refused to bow their heads, Conrad was still forced to choose this path under double pressure, and in the end, he had no choice but to order his subordinates to form an armed force of more than 3,000 expatriates. As the weapon was distributed, Conrad looked at the sky that had darkened, and his heart was gloomy.

As a native resident, Kaliwa stood on the side of the dirt road in front of his house, looking at the military trucks speeding by on the road and the strange cars with long guns that he had never seen before, and his heart inexplicably swelled with a sense of joy, is this our army of black Africans? Is it the African People's Liberation Army (PLA) that fought on the African continent with the British in vain?

At this time, a team of tanks came from the side, and these tanks were also full of soldiers in colorful uniforms, these tanks were not moving fast, and the soldiers on the tanks would smile and greet the people on the roadside, and at the same time throw snacks such as candy cubes and chocolates on their bodies to some children, causing a burst of cheers and chases from the naughty children on the roadside.

Kaliva, who had been standing dumbfounded, didn't know where the courage came from when he saw this, and he ran to the center of the road and stretched out his hands and waved.

There was a fierce braking sound, and one of the tanks in front of him came to an emergency halt. Then the entire tank team was forced to stop en masse.

"Young man, is there anything wrong with you?" It was a senior commander who jumped out of the tank, but his expression was not angry, but rather curious, after all, whether it is on the African continent or on this island of Madagascar, it is rare for an elephant to dare to stop an army vehicle in front of him.

"Do you need a guide, boss?" Kaliva took a deep breath and summoned up his courage to ask aloud.

"Hey, can you be a guide?" The officer-looking soldier looked at him curiously and asked.

"Yes, boss, I am very familiar with this area within a radius of 100 miles, and there is no problem at all to be a guide, so let me show you the way, this sir." Kaliva patted his chest and said to the officer in front of him.

"Oh, how do you know I'm their chief, if you can tell me a word, I'll take you with me." The officer said with a smile. Because the African People's Liberation Army has a rule that officers are not allowed to wear officer badges and salute officers during wartime. That's why the officer asked.

Kaliwa suddenly became dumb, scratched his head and said, "Well, I don't know about this, but that's how I feel it, you're their chief." ”

The reason why Cariwa thinks that the person in front of him who is wearing the same clothes as the soldiers around him is an officer is because when he speaks, the soldiers around him listen carefully and dare not interject, and the eyes that look at this officer are different from the eyes they look at other companions, this kind of look Zhou Mingsheng has also seen in the French army, Cariwa calls this kind of look obedience, which is probably a common characteristic of all armies in this world.

"Hehehe, good boy, count you through. Get in the car" As soon as Kaliva's words came out, all the soldiers on the tank laughed, all the people laughed, and the officer answered at this point and stretched out his hand.

Cariva was overjoyed, and quickly grabbed this big hand, and climbed onto the tank with the help of the protective cover of the metal tracks, and after getting into the tank, he was next to the officer, and when he sat down, the tank rumbled again.

Just now, Kaliwa was on the side of the road, watching those soldiers sitting on the tank, one by one, they were all majestic, but after he sat up, he found that he was sitting outside the tank like this, and the envy was gone, and the bumps of the tank could make him crazy enough.

Seeing that Kaliwa was a little restless, the officer sitting next to him smiled and asked, "How is it?" Isn't it uncomfortable? ”

"Yes, it's better to ride on a French man's horse than to ride on it." Kaliwa replied honestly.

"Hahahaha"

Kariwa's answer caused another burst of laughter from the officer and all the soldiers in the tank. The officer then took a handful of candy from his pocket and stuffed it into Cariwa's hand.

"Eat it, young man, this is our own African candy, and it's definitely much sweeter than the French and British."

The candy handed to Kaliwa by this officer can be said to be one of the benefits of the soldiers of the African People's Liberation Army, in addition to cigarettes, ham sausages, chocolates, etc., which is also a free policy issued by Chairman Li Da to the soldiers of the African People's Liberation Army after the establishment of the regime. Very useful.

After taking the candy, Kaliwa gently peeled off the colorful candy paper, put the milky white sugar cube into his mouth and tasted it slowly, only to feel a sweet and greasy fragrance and sweetness spread into his heart. Bean's big tears slowly fell and fell on the candy paper in his hand.

"Hey, young man, why are you crying, isn't this candy delicious?" Seeing this, the officer asked with some confusion.

Carilva shook his head with red eyes: "No, it's just that I was thinking about it, my brother was thinking about eating a piece of candy made by the French when he was dying, he never ate it in his life, but he didn't eat these candies when he was dying." ”

After saying that, Kaliwa finally cried with a "wow".

As soon as Kaliwa cried like this, all the soldiers on the entire tank were silent, Kaliwa's mood and mood, as they were born in the red police system, they may not be able to fully understand it, but although they are from the red police system, they all have families and relatives in the real society. But as a person, they still have the experience of the death of their loved ones. The result of all this was the colonialists of the European powers who had dominated and ruled Africa for hundreds of years

Sighing softly, the officer beside him patted Kaliwa's shoulder, stretched out his hand and said, "Come, young man, let's get to know each other officially, my name is Bacano, the major battalion commander of the Second Division of the African People's Liberation Army Army." ”

Kaliwa quickly wiped her tears and stretched out her hand: "Master Jun, my name is Kaliva, and I am a native of Madagascar. ”