After finishing the pretending show at the airport, Zhou Qingfeng looked for an opportunity to return to the wasteland, and he came back with six divisions of weapons and equipment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Rabbit Military is very satisfied with the helicopter he brought, and is also very generous to add a lot of goods. Although they are all retired equipment, they are also valuable.

Returning to the wasteland, Zhou Qingfeng returned to Luanda in Africa from Nassau in the Caribbean after a series of flights. And in the two or three days since he left, the situation in Luanda has changed dramatically.

Now both airships of the Aurora Regiment are in Africa, carrying out the transportation of people and supplies from Luanda to Malanje. A total of eight round-trip flights a day can transport 500 people from Malanje to Luanda, and from Luanda to nearly 30 tons of supplies.

The efficient transportation has greatly strengthened Zhou's ability to control Luanda, but it has also put enormous pressure on some people in the city.

Eric, who had been hiding in the underground network, was indignant at the change, and every time he saw the airships floating in the sky, he expressed himself with extremely resentful gazes and cursed language - because he was marginalized.

"These damn yellow monkeys want to take control of Angola from us, and they want to take advantage of this disaster to expand their influence in Africa." Eric cursed Zhou Qingfeng's ambition while eating the 'Supreme' instant noodles shipped by Zhou Qingfeng.

The meal was accompanied by other freed white males, who were not allowed to enter the Legion-controlled Fort San Miguel, but were instead assigned to clean up the ruins of the city. The heavy and tedious manual labor was very painful for the whites, and in their opinion it was the work of black slaves.

"Erik, do you have any ideas?" There is more than one person who has a grudge, and the working white man has a lunch break, and the meal is a good time for secret connections.

"I ......, what good ideas can I have?" The failure of the previous organization, the Homecoming Mission, not only greatly reduced the number of remaining white men, but also caused Eric's prestige to plummet.

At this moment, there were only a dozen or so companions who were willing to gather around Eric, and the others were either grateful to the Legion for their rescue or satisfied with the current situation. After a long period of suffering, everyone is desperate for a stable life, and not many people are willing to make trouble with Eric.

"Victor. Hugo treated us like black slaves. All Eric could do was complain, he couldn't afford to dump the noodles in his hand, "He fed us pig food, and snatched our women and didn't give us medical treatment?" ”

"I need treatment needles, I need to heal my leg and my face. I knew the Legion had that kind of magical thing, but his men refused to give it to me. He's a racist, he's a fascist. ”

Eric had injuries to his face and legs, and he had been hoping to recover his health, but unfortunately Qin Weidong refused his request without hesitation, "I really shouldn't cooperate with these yellow monkeys, their squinted little eyes are really ridiculous, and even evil." ”

Frustrated whites can only laugh and curse behind their backs during breaks, but they still have to work after venting. Cleaning up the streets generates a lot of garbage, and Eric has trouble with his legs, so he is tasked with driving an electric truck to remove and dump the garbage.

During the transport, Eric drove past the Luanda railway station, a place where many Chinese have already arrived. He stopped at a junction at the train station and looked out, feeling very strange.

The train station was in a dilapidated state, with the roar of machinery or the collapse of buildings from time to time. Eric saw a familiar figure passing by and hurriedly shouted, "Hey ......, Martha, why are you here?" ”

The white girl wore a dirty yellow hard hat and clutched a folder in her hand. When she saw Eric, she smiled and said, "Hi ......, Uncle Eric, good afternoon!" I'm working here, and the Chinese are rebuilding the train station and trying to get it back in use. ”

"What are you doing over there?" Eric pointed in the direction of the roar of the machine and asked, "Sounds like a lot of movement." ”

"The railway is electrified, but the city's power supply has been cut off. The Chinese have found several diesel locomotives, and they are testing them, but the specific condition does not seem to be good. Martha shrugged and smiled, indicating that it was difficult.

"Why do the Chinese want to build these trains?"

"They have hundreds of thousands of their compatriots trapped in the heart of Angola, and it is not safe to transport them by ordinary vehicles, so they are considering using trains."

A simple conversation informs Eric about it, and just as he is about to leave, a loud whistle suddenly comes from a workshop at the train station, and a rumbling locomotive spews black smoke out of it.

"Oh...... they succeeded, they really got the train out. My God, this is great news. Martha shouted happily and ran to the locomotive with cheers.

Eric was very upset with this scene, he used to be able to look down on any black or yellow person in Africa by virtue of his skin color, but now he is the object of contempt. But what could he do? I can only leave with a curse.

In the railway station, large piles of ruins and equipment were piled up on the ground, and Xiang Ming said to Qin Weidong in distress: "You must give me another 5,000 black laborers, and I must clear all the obstructions along the railway, otherwise it will be a joke to open the railway." ”

"Five thousand black laborers?" Qin Weidong at the scene also had a headache, "I'll give you five hundred at most." Now those blacks are in poor health, and need at least a month of recuperation before they can do heavy work. ”

"I can't wait a month, at most a week, and I need 5,000 black people to work." Xiang Ming said, "Don't care too much about the lives of those black people, there are a lot of them." ”

"Don't be too anxious, the Bird of Paradise will arrive in a few days, and there will be more than 3,000 Latin American laborers to do the work." Speaking of this, Qin Weidong also smiled bitterly. Compared with an airship that can fly the Atlantic Ocean in three to five days, the 'Bird of Paradise' freighter has been running for more than half a month.

"You're talking about the Expeditionary Death Squad?"

"That's right, those people are also workers and soldiers, and they can solve your labor shortage. Our current problem is probably not a shortage of manpower, but a shortage of fuel. ”

Both eyes were on the internal combustion engine locomotive that had just pulled out of the maintenance shed, and it needed to burn diesel. But now the whole world is short of diesel.

Qin Weidong said: "I only collected about 50 tons of diesel fuel in the city, and a large amount of diesel fuel will not be available until the 'Bird of Paradise' arrives. It's all the capacity squeezed out of the Havana refinery, transported across the Atlantic, and it's very valuable. ”

Speaking of diesel, Xiang Ming could only sigh helplessly and said: "Angola's diesel is controlled by Banne's hands, and that group of whites occupies the oil refinery in Soyo and several oil wells along the coast, which is not easy to deal with." ”

For potential opponents, Qin Weidong showed a bit of hatred on his face, "Time is more favorable to us, and when the 'Bird of Paradise' arrives, we will be able to gain a firm foothold, and we will have to deal with it if it is difficult to deal with at that time." ”