"Do you know how American farmers used their black slaves in the seventeenth century?" On the large open-air platform of the Fort of San Miguel, Zhou Qingfeng overlooks the entire city of Luanda. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The cool breeze in the early morning can boost your spirits. Qin Weidong, who had been busy all night, was sleepy, but he had to hold on to accept the summons. But Zhou Qingfeng's words were a little confusing, and after thinking for a long time, he had to admit that he didn't understand the meaning of his boss.

"The farmers in the United States made the slaves feel that being a slave was a job that was guaranteed for life. Although a slave is a little lowly, the life of a master is heaven. Of course, there are too few fools these days to make this kind of propaganda work.

But we can educate blacks in a different way. You can give them a choice, but you must let them understand that there is no hope for independence, and only by working with us can they be happy. Zhou Qingfeng groaned for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I plan to set up a black training center." ”

"Workshop?" Qin Weidong didn't understand it even more.

Zhou Qingfeng also frowned, "Isn't this name good?" Well, let's keep it simple, let's call it a slave prison, sharp. Anyway, those are terrible but not virtuous guys, throw them in to get educated, improve their quality, and facilitate our rule. ”

Zhou Qingfeng's policy changed many people, such as ...... Sardinia. Let's hear what he had to say.

Hello everyone, I'm Sardinia, an ordinary African. Believe me, I really don't have anything special about me. If there is, then it must be lucky.

When the advance party of the Aurora Legion landed at Luanda airport, I made contact with them. Unfortunately for that meeting, my Nth boss was smashed into a pile of mud by a shrapnel and his body was left to rot in the wilderness. And because I can speak a little English, I have the N+1st boss. ”

The advance team forgave me and asked me to be the lead party, and I happily accepted the task. I'm sure whoever it is, as long as they face the big mouth of mutants without taboos, will happily accept it.

The advance team took up the territory of my former boss on the same day and began to renovate and build. This is almost characteristic of the Chinese, who like to do this kind of thing wherever they go.

As an interpreter, I accompanied a mutant the next day to announce the arrival of the advance party to the rest of the city. The process went smoothly, and I was rewarded with an unexpected reward - I was set up as a model and ordered to form a servant army.

I think everyone knows what happened next, I pulled more than 50 black brothers who were dying of starvation to join the advance team, and after only one day of training, they were put on the battlefield. The men I commanded succeeded in breaking through the lair of another force.

At that moment, I won the first victory and glory in my life, and I felt that my years of hard work had not been in vain. While I was excited, I even decided to offer my greatest loyalty to Boss Qin of the advance team.

But not long after the good times, the fools of the white 'homecoming group' ran out. Those guys were our sworn enemies before, and their arrogant arrogance was disgusting, and they couldn't wait to enslave us blacks again.

So I encouraged my hands to overturn the white 'homecoming group' in one fell swoop. Yes, that's right, it was I who instigated behind my back. I don't know why I did that. That's what I did, anyway!

Black people are always more casual.

Then I showed my utmost loyalty to the Marco boss who had come back, and I even kissed his toes and shot several of the captured white men in front of him. As a result, ......, I was sent by my own N+2 boss to attack the advance team's camp.

If I don't go, I can only take my men and bite the bullet. Don't say that I don't have righteousness and no discipline, Africans don't pay attention to this.

Under my example, my N+1 boss was counterattacked by my N+2 boss. At that time, the advance team of the Aurora Army was forced to trap the church in the palace square, and the idea of hitting the church with a heavy truck was actually something I came up with, and it was very useful!

However, just when my N+1 boss was about to hang up, the great man Victor from the sky. Hugo. That's right, it's the guy who rides the airship printed with the Golden Dragon LOGO, which is unique.

At that time, Marco Boss realized that something was wrong, so he kicked me in the ass and led the team to stop the airship from landing. Specifically, ......, we were beaten up. You think I'm lucky to be back under the N+1 boss?

No, no, I was in jail. I was lucky that no one knew about my betrayal, which was not a matter at all in the eyes of my black brother, and no one mentioned it at all. So the legion didn't know either.

I spent half a year in prison, and it was an unforgettable half of the year. At that time, there were many, many people detained, and tens of thousands of people were being held one after another. It is said that our big boss thinks that we are also labor, and we have the value of transformation, and we can't waste it in vain. And so we survived.

I went to bed early and woke up early in prison, and my life was quite regular. The prison guards trained us every day when we had enough to eat, and it was said that they were still trying to form a more combat-ready army of African servants, an army of disciplined servants who would not rebel casually.

Walk in unison, walk in steps, stand still, turn backwards.

Believe me, my black brother and I were drilled for three months. The discipline scolded us for being stupid every day, starting with how to 'walk', using sticks and leather boots to teach us to obey orders mechanically. If anyone hesitates, the guy's class will be punished collectively.

The punishment is often starvation, which is the most painful. So after discipline and punishment, we will also punish the fool who caused the trouble again until there are no fools left among us.

To be honest, at the time I didn't know why we were going to queue up? But I had to obey without thinking, and the first Chinese I learned was 'report to the government', and I had to start anything with this, otherwise the stick would fall on my head and face.

In three months of cohort training, I grew stronger, I got fit again, I had muscle again, I wasn't skinny anymore. The same goes for my black brother, and we think the Legion's prison is pretty good too.

After completing the cohort training, I was trained for another three months. I speak English and Portuguese, but the first time I learned to write it was in Chinese characters. I learned addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, I could memorize multiplication ninety-nine tables, I was instilled with a lot of common sense of life like a cramming, and my textbook was "100,000 Whys".

Trust me, this book is really great! It made me feel like I had suddenly turned on my wisdom.

I thought I would be in prison for the rest of my life, but after half a year, I was kicked out of prison. I hugged my discrinarian thighs and begged him not to abandon me, that I could offer my greatest loyalty, that I would like to join the Legion's African Servant Army to fight for the Legion Captain.

But the Legion doesn't want me, they need stupid people to join the Servant Army, but I'm too slippery. However, because I knew a lot of languages, the Legion suggested that I go to other African indigenous powers to serve as a liaison officer.

To be honest, I really don't want to leave the already settled city of Luanda. Because apart from that, there are wars going on in the rest of Africa.

Imagine that. After a brief training, an ordinary African slave joins a rebel group in Zambia, eastern Angola, with grief. Then I found out that my black brothers are so bad at war!

Really, I've never felt this way before. But when I saw the hordes of people roaming the battlefield, I felt that if I pulled my fellow prisoners out, I would absolutely crush them.

The black brethren of the rebels were unorganized, undisciplined, unrestrained. They do whatever they want, they go wherever they want, they do everything without purpose, they do it as they please.

By that time, the climate in Africa had improved dramatically, the tropical vegetation had begun to recover, and all kinds of wild fruits could be eaten freely. The black brothers can sing, dance, and play with their dicks!

But I'm desperate about it, I don't want to live like this anymore. I miss life in Legion Prison, I miss the days when I was disciplined and beaten, I miss my peers who were forced to study together, and I feel like I'm not the same kind as those ignorant idiots.

I want to change all that!

Until one day, a caravan selling daily necessities appeared in front of me. The leader of the caravan was from the Aurora Legion, so I ran over and asked, "Report to the government, do you have five or six submachine guns here?" ”

The caravan leader, who only sold ordinary daily necessities, widened his eyes, and at first shook his head to say that he was just a legionary salesman, not a weapon. But he quickly stuffed me with a card. "This is the address of the Legion Ordnance Export in the city of Luanda, maybe you should go to them."

"But I don't have any money, can I get credit?"

"No money? This is the contact information of the Legion Slave Trading Company and the African Development Bank, and we receive all kinds of goods, such as slaves, which are needed by blacks and whites. The price is preferential, and there is no deception. ”

"I still lack all kinds of daily necessities, do you have them?"

"Living supplies, then look for our African Servant Army's Foreign Trade Department! We provide everything you need. We don't even need you to pay cash, but we're interested in the power you have. I just want to ask, how big is the territory you control? ”

Do I have rights? No. At least not for the time being.

When I faced the Aurora Legion's merchant salesmen, I was so ashamed. He reminds me of Martin. Luther. Kim's quote – I have a dream!

Yes, I've had a dream since I was a kid. I wish I could be as great as Nelson Mandela (but then I heard which one was a big fool).

I've been working hard, I've been looking for every opportunity, and I've never given up in the toughest circumstances. That was until I ran into this dusty salesman.

This salesman is just an ordinary caravan leader from the city of Luanda.

This caravan leader is just an inconspicuous small figure under Qin Weidong, the commander of the Aurora Legion's servant army in Africa.

Qin Weidong in Victor. Hugo can only bow his head in front of him.

I've met characters from this series, and now they're down to .......

his meow's dreams, black people's dreams are too far away!

I'm going to be a dog, and I'm going to offer my utmost loyalty to this salesman.