Africa, Sudan, 5 p.m. local time.

The convoy had finally caught up with their group of women and children, but it was not time to stop, they had to travel all night until they reached the second camp they had already investigated.

This camping site, which they had been surveying for a long time, was more abundant in water than the previous valley, and could grow some simple crops instead of relying on all purchases.

"Teacher, we're back!"

Ahmed saw the white-bearded old man sitting on the cart, and asked with a sigh of relief:

"Nothing happened, did you?"

The white-bearded old man shook his head, then looked at Ahmad and hurriedly asked:

"No, it's been a safe journey."

"How's the casualty?"

For such an armed team, the number of young and strong is limited, and there is no way to rely on reproduction to continuously replenish warriors like a tribe, and if too many people are lost in battle, they can only find a way to recruit warriors.

And the newly recruited personnel are difficult to fully believe, and even if they recruit too much at one time, it is easy to occupy the magpie's nest.

Therefore, the various armed forces on the land of Africa are like weeds, which wither one by one when the dry season comes, and grow again when the rainy season comes, endlessly and endlessly, and the melee and war never stops.

"Unbelievable teacher, we only lost a total of fifty-two soldiers and won this victory."

"And the enemy has at least more than six hundred dead!"

"And among the dead, we found a white man in a suit whose limbs were not very complete, and compared the photos to determine that he was the American Davis mentioned by the stranger, the major of the Marine Corps."

"Perhaps because of his death, the mercenaries completely lost their fighting spirit, and after detonating several trucks, they began to flee, completely devoid of fighting spirit, and did not fight back."

"Let's get the loot!"

Hearing Ahmad say this, the white-bearded old man showed a surprised expression, and then couldn't help but say with emotion:

"To be honest, I thought there would be at least three hundred people sacrificed."

"Even as long as the number of casualties is less than 500, we can get a part of the supplies, then it is not a loss!"

"But I didn't expect to get so many supplies at a small price, far exceeding my expectations, what a rich hunt!"

Ahmad looked quite excited about the white-bearded old man's statement, and said with a smile:

"We were able to win so easily, and those strangers played a vital role in supporting our weapons!"

"Especially the kind of oversized mortars, in our first round of shooting, I suspect that they caused serious injuries and deaths to at least 200 of the enemy, and at the same time greatly weakened the combat ability of others."

"Of course, the grenade weapon is also very useful, and the dense fire causes great damage to the enemy."

"The most important thing is that this weapon does not require precise aiming, as long as it is almost fired, it is very suitable for our fighters to use, and it can even be thrown from behind cover without showing its head."

Speaking of this, Ahmad shook his head regretfully and said:

"It's a pity that at least seventy percent of the grenades were consumed in this battle, and they must be used sparingly in the future."

"If we can contact that Huaxia factory, or we can go to Huaxia to participate in the trade fair, then we can exchange the gold in our hands for a large number of weapons from them."

"Teacher, maybe we should start a tribe and absorb some civilians instead of warriors, so that at least we have a place."

"Maybe in the future we can grow bigger and become a bigger tribe."

"What do you say?"

Regarding Ahmed's statement, the white-bearded old man nodded and said:

"You're right."

"We really needed a piece of land, rooted and sprouted."

"The flow of these years has shown that it is impossible to achieve our goal of restoring the country by force alone."

"We need a little bit of precipitation!"

In this part of Africa, many countries were initially seized and established by armed groups, and even many countries broke free from colonizers and feudal rulers, relying on the rebellion of troops, so countless countries were also ruled by military governments.

For example, Libya's Kadazzo, whose ascension to power is bizarre and wonderful, is also a military background, relying on "rebellion" to rise and ascend to the throne.

In the past, it was the dream of countless roaming armed groups to seize a country by armed rebellion, and it was clear that Ahmed was no exception, but now they seem to have a slightly different idea.

The little war in Africa, the little breeze that rolled up, could not blow in China.

Springs City.

October 1st, National Day, from more than 7 o'clock in the morning, countless units have begun various forms of celebrations, the streets are full of people parading and celebrating, and the whole city is filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"The East is Red, the Sun Rises"

If there is one of these celebratory crowds and processions, which is the most unique, unique and eye-catching, it is, of course, the procession of the Red Star Complex, which is different from other parades that only carry banners and red flags.

The Red Star Consortium sent a convoy, not an ordinary convoy, the three big trucks in front of them were dressed up in flowers, red banners, red ribbons, big red flowers, and big red letters.

The key is that in the car body, there is actually a performance!

In the body of the first big truck, there is a gong and drum team, which is called a lively one, and in the second car, there are singers singing soloists, sometimes young and beautiful girls, sometimes graceful little daughters-in-law, sometimes forty-year-old workers' brothers, baritone and bass are called authentic, and they are all singing popular red songs of this era, which instantly pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

Inside the last truck, there are two red lion dancers, constantly performing movements, which also looks quite interesting.

Of course, the parade of the Red Star Consortium is definitely more than that, behind these three trucks, there are three columns of ten rows of motorcycle teams trailing, riding naturally Red Star ADV motorcycles, each car has a medium red flag erected, and the speed is not slow to follow the truck forward, the riders above are all young men of the twentieth year, they are all beautiful eyebrows, coupled with the appearance of not smiling, that is called a handsome!

Half past eight in the morning.

The procession of the Red Star Consortium has become the brightest star in several nearby streets!

The onlookers did not know how much it was, almost blocked the water around the road, and the sound of noisy discussion and applause was endless, and the scene was even more lively than the New Year for a while.

"Huh? Red Star Consortium? Which unit is this? ”

"You don't even know this, it's the unit that produces Red Star ADV motorcycles! So many motorcycles in the back can't be seen? ”

"Huh? I came from the front, but I didn't see it! Yesterday's game was so interesting! ”

"But isn't it, I watched the replay twice, and I still raced at night, and I dreamed that I was riding a Red Star motorcycle, running with a bang, hahaha!"

"What moto race? How did I not know? Tell me about the big brother who knows. ”

"I don't know? You don't know about the Red Star Cup Rally? Ha? You're outdated! ”

"It is worthy of being a factory that can produce Red Star ADV motorcycles, but it is different, look at people's celebrations, it is also so interesting!"

"Not really! I think all units should learn from the Red Star Factory! Enrich the cultural life of the masses! ”

"Yes, the celebration in our factory is simply boring, sticking red paper on the sorghum poles to make small flags, and then a group of people holding the parade, embarrassing!"

"By the way, where do you sell Red Star motorcycles? I don't know how much either! ”

"Didn't you read yesterday's trailer? In the square in front of the People's Department Store, there will be an exhibition today and tomorrow, and after that, there will be the booths of the department store, as well as their after-sales maintenance shop, which is next to the department store. ”

"Hey, I'll take a look!"

With the discussion of the onlookers, the news of the sale of Red Star motorcycles has become almost unknown to everyone, and there is no need for Wang Ye to engage in any loudspeaker shouting mode like he once did, making noise and annoying.

At half past eight in the morning, the Provincial Party Committee Building.

In the office, Xu Shuji, who had just gone to work, was listening to the secretary's report on work, when he suddenly heard a sound of gongs and drums outside the window, accompanied by sweet singing.

"A big river, wide waves~"

"The wind blows the rice flowers, and the two sides of the river are fragrant~"

Hearing this voice, Xu Shuji, who had gray hair in an instant, was stunned, and the secretary also stopped talking, and after a few seconds, he seemed to suddenly think of something, waved his hand at the secretary casually, stood up and looked out the window, and suddenly couldn't help but laugh directly!

"This kid, that's interesting!"

"The propaganda car drove directly to the door of the provincial party committee building?"

"But fortunately, I didn't shout those nonsense slogans, just a celebration performance, which no one has to say!"

Regarding the listing of Red Star motorcycles, the provincial party committee of Luqi Province and the municipal party committee of Quancheng City all know, after all, the venues of the exhibition are coordinated and arranged by the municipal party committee, and they have been reported in the province, and the Red Star Consortium is now the largest foreign exchange earner and foreign exchange pacesetter in the province.

Therefore, for the province, everything that can be arranged is naturally arranged, as long as the toss is not too excessive, there is no objection to everything.

"Alright, put it on my desk!"

"Arrange a car for me and call Jinsong from the National Defense Management Office, he is in charge of the Red Star Consortium."

"Let's go over and have a look!"

Then Xu Shuji instructed and said, the secretary said "hey" and went to arrange, as for Director Liang's office, it was also in the provincial party committee building, so he called over quickly.

Meanwhile.

Just when the provincial leaders and Director Liang were about to go to the exhibition site to take a look at the sales.

Quancheng City Party Committee, Feng Shuji, who had just gone to work, was looking down at the documents, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and he said without raising his head:

"Come in!"

With Feng Shuji's voice, I saw a secretary push open the office door, and then explained:

"Shuji, the white factory director of the light riding is here, and he wants to find you."

"Looks like he's here to pour bitter water!"

Hearing his secretary say this, Feng Shuji couldn't help laughing, and at the same time asked:

"What does he have to pour out bitter water? I also watched yesterday's game, I think it's very good, if this competition is selected in the future, we have to try our best to cooperate. ”

"Besides, people don't have any means, it's okay, it's okay, it's not good!"

"The Qingqi 15 only has a displacement of 50cc, so it's good to be able to run it all!"

"Do you still want to win the championship?"

Regarding Feng Shuji's statement, the secretary agreed quite and said:

"I said the same thing with Director Bai, but Director Bai didn't leave, and Director Bai felt aggrieved."

"In the whole race, they had the smallest displacement, isn't that what it looks like to be the one who takes them to the bottom? Isn't that bullying? ”

"It's all a province, how can you do that?"

In the end, the secretary described the content of the complaint of the director of the light riding white, Feng Shuji snorted coldly, and then waved his hand and said:

"Okay, let him come over and I'll talk to him."

"Look what he has to say!"

After a while, I saw a tall and thin middle-aged man walk in, and as soon as he came in, he said:

"Shuji, you have to administer justice to us!"

"I'm the factory director, I can't do it! Their Red Star Machinery Factory is too bullying, even if they are big foreign exchange earners, they can't do this, right? ”

"It's all a province anyway, even if he engages in Jialing light cavalry, what does it mean to pull us up?"

"Isn't that for us to be a foil for them?"

"They all build motorcycles, how can they do that?"

Regarding the bitterness of this white factory director, Feng Shuji's face looked expressionless, and he couldn't see any emotion, so he just asked rhetorically and straightforwardly:

"Motorcycles? You also build motorcycles? ”

"What's the name of the factory?"

As soon as these words came out, the factory director surnamed Bai instantly looked bad, hesitated for a moment and said:

"State-owned Quancheng Motorized Bicycle Factory."

In fact, although Quancheng Light Riding is generally called Light Riding by people, and it can also produce light riding motorcycles with small displacement such as Light Riding 15, but now Light Riding is really not called Light Riding, but called the state-owned Quancheng Motor Bicycle Factory.

Hearing this, Feng Shuji's face immediately fell, and he said unhappily:

"I said Director Bai, how did you do it?"

"I didn't bother you, forget it, you are still looking for me to pour bitter water here?"

"How did the Red Star Factory create foreign exchange? It's only been half a year for people to make such a motorcycle, what about you? ”

"From the 50s, from a bicycle parts factory to a bicycle factory, after all these years, what good products have you produced for us? The black bustard who doesn't even count as a motorcycle? ”

"In the past two years, in addition to asking me for foreign exchange and buying imported production lines, what else have you done?"

"Where did you come from now, come to me to complain!"

At that moment, in the face of Feng Shuji's questioning, the director of the white factory looked panicked, his mouth shook, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it, after all, how the Red Star Factory got up, ordinary people don't know, but this kind of state-owned factory is still a bit of a rumor.

Although it is not too detailed, one thing is certain, that is, the rise of the Red Star Factory is definitely not because of how much subsidies have been given by the state, province and city, but purely by itself!

"Go back and think about it!"

Then Feng Shuji waved his hand, and Director Bai bowed his head and left.

When Feng Shuji was left alone in the office again, Feng Shuji's eyes flashed slightly, earning foreign exchange, which province doesn't want to earn foreign exchange? Economy, which city doesn't want to be economic? But if you can't do it, who has a way?

"If the Red Star Consortium can eat the light horse, it can be regarded as having something to do with our Spring City."

"In the future, it will increase production and expand production or even build another factory, so it's easy to say!"

In the end, Secretary Feng couldn't help but sigh to himself in a low voice.