Kikwete, who returned from studying in China, only had the honorary title of "general" and did not have any real power.

And the manpower he can command, in fact, is only his pro-army, in other words, the "tribal army", because in Africa the tribe is the most basic "regime", and several tribes compromise in the collision, and finally form a state.

So behind Kikwete, the main thing is the tribe from which he was born.

"Order the people at the port to immediately transport the goods to the arsenal on the outskirts, and do a good job of secrecy and security along the way."

"There must be no problems with this shipment!"

In an instant, Kikwete became excited, and directly stood up and commanded.

Now, because of his further study in China, he has lost all his official positions, and the appointment letter has not been able to come down for a long time, which must be the reason why many parties are playing, after all, Tanzania is also divided into many factions and tribes, and the official position with great power is a turnip and a pit, and if Kikwete wants to occupy a pit, there must be a turnip to give way.

Now, at a critical stage of the stalemate, if you can gain a slight advantage through the gas canister, maybe everything will be different, so how can Kikwete not be excited?

"Yes! Checkmate! ”

The guard nodded and left.

After the guards left, Kikwete excitedly walked around the office a few times, and at the same time, a plan had been formed in his mind, he was ready to concoct a political show with a gas canister to help him return to the center of power!

The wait was always so long that Kikwete had no intention of working in the office until two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Tuk Tuk!"

There was another knock at the door, and Kikwit was agitated, and then shouted:

"Come in!"

It was the tall guard who came in, and he saluted and said:

"Report to the general, the goods are about to arrive at the arsenal."

"It's going to take another hour."

Hearing the guards say this, Kikwete, who had been restless for a long time, stood up directly, waved his hand while wearing an armed belt, and said:

"Go to the Arsenal! Let's go! ”

Moments later, Kikwete's convoy set off for the outskirts of the capital, Dodoma, and after more than an hour's drive, the convoy left the city altogether and entered the flat wilderness.

Finally, an hour and a half later, an "arsenal" surrounded by a wide and tall rammed earth wall appeared!

At the gate, I saw a lot of large trucks parked, and busy workers were carrying one metallic gas canister after another from the trucks and transporting them to the rammed earth fence.

"General! Checkmate! ”

As Kikwete's motorcade drove into the walls, Uncle Black in military uniforms and guns saluted and greeted, while inside the walls, there were only a large number of brick houses, at most "earthen workshops", far from factories.

And this is one of the few "arsenals" that Kikwete currently has in his hands, of course, it is basically impossible to make any weapons from scratch, only to repair weapons and vehicles for Kikwete's own soldiers, or assemble weapons and vehicles from parts, and produce some simple explosives.

"Report to the General! Half of the cargo has already been unloaded, and it will take another half an hour to fully unload. ”

"We found this thing in the middle of the cargo."

When the car stopped, Kikwete got out of the car, and a black man in military uniform, who was at least two meters tall and unusually burly, came up and said this, and at the same time he took out a pamphlet and respectfully handed it over.

Kikwete took the booklet and looked at it, the cover was written in black on a white background with several Chinese words "Use of taboo instructions", as well as the corresponding English translation, and when I opened it, it was similar to the document Wang Ye had given him before, but it was more detailed.

"Did you show old Quill you?"

"Is there any difficulty in production? Can it be produced as soon as possible? How long does it take? ”

Kikwete asked with a smile, and the strong man nodded and said:

"I've seen it, old Quill said there is no difficulty."

"It takes up to half an hour to produce one, and it can be even faster when you are proficient."

Hearing the strong man say this, Kikwete waved his hand directly and said:

"Start production now, I want to see the test!"

With Kikwete's order, the entire "arsenal" began to get busy, perhaps to ensure that nothing went wrong, the chief engineer of the arsenal named Old Quayle stepped in.

Meanwhile.

Just when Old Quill was producing gas tank mortars in violation of the instructions, the strong man who managed the entire arsenal was also arranging the experimental site with a group of black uncles, to put it bluntly, it was an open space leaning on a huge mound of earth, and there were many pieces of wood with bullet marks on the ground, which were used to simulate the human body to measure the lethality.

Soon, the time came to four o'clock in the afternoon.

All the gas canisters on the car have been unloaded and transported to the warehouse for storage, and the first gas canister bomb has finally been produced!

"Prepare for the test!"

Seeing that the bomb was almost completely unattachable to the gas canister, Kikwete nodded.

"Yes!"

The strong man nodded, directly carried the gas canister, and then loaded it on the launch rack that had been fixed, and then walked towards Kikwete, and said with a flattering expression:

"General, it has been installed, now as long as it is ignited, the bomb will fly to the target."

"As the first weapon produced by our Harihado Arsenal."

"I think it's up to you to start the fire!"

Hearing the strong man say this, Kikwete almost couldn't help but take out a pistol and give it to him, such a terrifying thing, let his leader get on the horse for the first test, isn't this a spy sent by the enemy, wanting to assassinate?

But in the blink of an eye, Kikwete controlled his impulses, and understood that this guy who was full of muscles probably didn't have so many ideas!

"Ahem! You as the head of the arsenal. ”

"I think it's better for you to light it, Muha, go ahead!"

Hearing Kikwete say this, the strong man named Muha didn't think much about it at all, nodded and said with honor:

"Yes! Checkmate! ”

Then he strode straight over, took out a match and lit the fuse behind the gas canister!

With the hissing and burning sound of the fuse, he walked back without hurrying, and when he saw this scene, Kikwete sighed secretly in his heart, he had been away for a year, why did his subordinates become more and more stupid?

"Boom!"

Just when the strong man walked out less than ten meters, there was an explosion behind him!

With a loud bang, between the flickering firelight, the gas canister soared directly into the air and went straight to the target more than 500 meters away!

"Boom!"

In the next second, there was a violent explosion in front of the mound!

The earth was thrown into the air, and the fragments of broken wood turned into a storm and swept around, the sound of wood breaking was endless, and a powerful wave of air came directly to the face!

"Damn! That's too powerful, isn't it? ”

When the smoke and dust fell, Kikwete and the others walked into the shooting range, only to see that dozens of thick wooden piles with bowl mouths inserted in the ground, within 20 meters of the center, had all been broken, and the wooden piles within 100 meters were also crooked, covered with iron nails and steel balls and other fragments!

"Parry, how are you feeling?"

Seeing this scene, Kikwete asked his guard, a veteran who had been on the battlefield, and the guard was also full of amazement, and couldn't help but nod and say:

"It's too strong! Unless it's a tank, even if it's hiding in a car, it's going to die! ”

"This is definitely the Grim Reaper who harvests the lives of infantry!"

Hearing the praise of his own guard, Kikwete couldn't help but laugh and said:

"Good! Very good! My friend didn't cheat on me! ”

"What a powerful weapon!"

"Muha, order Old Quill to lead the workers to continue producing this bomb."

"I need at least ten by tomorrow!"

The strong man quickly nodded yes, and at the same time Kikwete turned his head to the guard Parry and said:

"Let's go, let's go back to the city, and you will be in my name when we go back."

"Invite the president, the general, and other high-level officials to say that our Tanzanian self-made heavy mortars have succeeded today!"

"Invite them to come and watch the test!"

The guard, who also served part-time as Kikwete's secretary, nodded and said:

"Yes!"

Kikwete then left the arsenal, and he was going to use this spectator as a stepping stone to his return to the political center!