At the beginning, the multilateral talks in Angola were disrupted by Zhou Qingfeng, and the two black indigenous forces failed to reap the slightest benefit. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The leaders of both sides can only go back bitterly and think of a way in the end, thinking about it or only fighting the Chinese's idea.

The Chinese have resources, the Chinese are easy to bully, and the Chinese are afraid of things. This is not only the view of black Africans, but also of the whole world.

Angola is located in the tropics, which is rich in wild food resources, and Uncle Black here does not need much labor production skills. They have never had a sense of distress and are too lazy to worry about tomorrow, and the result is that they will die in pieces in the cataclysm.

It's just that death is dead, and some of them survived. The blacks who survived naturally embarked on another path of survival -- if they want to invest less and achieve quick results, then rob!

Everyone does not produce, rob all the way and destroy the road, and survive like locusts. This is how most people will survive in the last days. Do you want to farm and produce? There will be a large group of people who will treat you like fat.

In order to survive, Josie Sr. and Baburu cast a wide net search. Now that the search had finally paid off, they had encountered several groups of black militants who had been harassing the Chinese base - and now the parasite had finally found a host.

"Tell me, how many armed are those Chinese?" Old Josie asked a black leader. The men he brought with him this time were tens of thousands of men, and he easily annexed several local black forces.

"The Chinese do not have many armed men, but they have a large total population and occupy a large area. Every time we sneak in, we get something. A black leader grinned and said with a lewd smile: "The terrain here is flat, and the Chinese can't defend against it at all." ”

Old Josie and Baburu looked at each other, and they were even more confident in eating this piece of fat meat from the Chinese. Now they have to rob if they don't rob, and only by robbing can they live.

Several black leaders were ordered to lead the way, and Josie Sr. and Bablu led a team of tens of thousands of people along a river to the Chinese base. These people are holding all kinds of weapons, wearing colorful clothes, and making a jumble of noises and keep moving forward.

After walking and walking, after two or three kilometers, old Josie could already see a large area of deforested land next to the river. Hundreds of thousands of Chinese cannot live without water, and they settle down next to the river.

On the side of the river, a row of towering guard towers appears. Seeing the boundless black team appearing, there was an exclamation from the seven or eight meter-high watchtower, and then you could see the sentry firing a warning shot, and then fled in the desert.

"Hahaha...... they do this every time, when they see us coming, they run, we immediately rush in and grab it. Before the main forces of their armed forces arrived, we left with what we had looted. One black leader laughed at the fleeing sentry, "We make it every time." ”

Old Josie and Baburu both looked at each other and smiled, and Baburu followed and said viciously: "We don't need to leave this time, just take some Chinese hostages and let them continue to provide us with food." ”

"Ah...... that's a great idea, why didn't I think of it before?" The black leader came to his senses with a bit of a sudden realization, and praised Baburu's idea for being very good.

"Hmph......." Old Josie sneered and ordered, "Bring someone in." In order to survive, let's make a home here. ”

At the sound of an order, tens of thousands of black bandits rushed forward like a tide. Countless people shouted, shouted, and desperately moved their legs. In the crowd, the rumbling footsteps and strange screams even have a unique African savage atmosphere.

Old Josie and Bablu followed suit, and when they walked some distance forward, they suddenly noticed a wooden sign upside down on the ground. Countless footprints have been trampled on the wooden plaque, and it is clear that it was originally standing here.

"What's written on this?" Old Josie asked, squinting her eyes.

Baburu also followed and immediately shook his head: "Maybe it's the Chinese's writing, I don't know it." But the pattern on it is very strange, why did they draw a jar on the wooden board? ”

The two big leaders studied for a while, but no one understood why there was such a wooden sign in front of the watchtower. But it doesn't matter, if you can't figure it out, you don't want to, just move on.

But this time, within fifty meters, an explosion suddenly occurred in the front row of black men. After a scream, explosions continued to occur, more than a dozen times at once.

Every time there is an explosion, one or two unlucky people are killed and injured. Few died, but a lot were injured. At this moment, the attack momentum of the whole black man was immediately contained, and everyone immediately stopped, looked around in horror, and even lay down on the clever point.

"What's going on?" Baburu was also startled, but when he stepped forward to take a look, he understood what was happening. "It's a landmine!"

Most of the people who were injured were ankle injuries, and the worse thing was that the entire ball of the foot was blown away, leaving only a bare and bleeding calf. The screams and shouts suddenly came and went, making the black people behind them shudder and dare not act rashly.

"Fuck, why didn't you say there were mines here?" Bablu stepped back to find the black leader who was leading the way, grabbed the other man by the neck, and glared at him with vicious eyes.

"But there were no mines here!" The black leader who led the way shouted injustice, and he led people to attack and harass the Chinese base here no less than 50 or 60 times, and he had never encountered a landmine.

When the news reached the ears of old Josie at the back, the old black fox looked back at the wooden sign that had just been trampled and lodged, and realized that the 'jar' drawn on it was actually a mine warning.

"Hell, there's a mine here." Baburu also lit a fire, and the attack that he had managed to organize was actually destroyed by a few mines. But thinking that the longer it dragged on, the more difficult it would be for the Chinese in the base to deal with, he resolutely grabbed his pistol and shouted: "Don't be afraid, keep going." ”

"Think about Chinese food, think about Chinese houses, maybe you can find a few Chinese women with luck." What are you waiting for? If you don't rush in, you'll all starve to death. Old Josie also stood up and agitated, and even let his own guards supervise the battle, and those who retreated died!

The tide of blacks surged again, only this time not as excited as it had been. They take a cautious step forward, their eyes constantly studying where their feet are appropriate.

Bablu pursed his lips and stared behind him, and for a moment he even felt that this minefield was over. He didn't feel sorry for the death of the twenty or thirty people at all.

But after walking for about ten meters, the explosion sounded again, and it was just an ordinary mine that exploded when one foot stepped on it. But this time, it was a jumping thunder that bounced one meter high and exploded again.

Compared to ordinary mines that only explode the soles of their feet, jumping mines that can fly into the air and explode hundreds of steel balls are too powerful. The lethality increases tenfold, and a large area will fall when it explodes. It's useless to lie down, the steel balls will bombard the ground in a directional way.

On the impact front, which was more than 200 meters wide, one after another jumped thunderbolts continued to pop up. After jumping a dozen times, the black people who rushed forward let out a scream of crying father and mother, and then retreated like a tide.

This time, even the Overseer retreated downward, leaving only forty or fifty corpses lying on the ground, like fish and shrimp stranded on the tidal flats.

Old Josie and Bablu sighed and had no choice but to attack in a different direction. As a result, they found that the river was almost covered with mines, and the minefield was so thick and dense that it could not be penetrated at all. After tossing back and forth for hours, three or four hundred dead, the remaining blacks refused to attack again.

Through the telescope, Baburu could see the Chinese on the other side who were still in a state of panic. Usually such a target is his best predator, but this time he can't get by!

You can't eat fat in front of your eyes, which is so uncomfortable!