Even Jiang Chen himself didn't expect that his crow's mouth would actually hit the target with his casual words. Updated fastest After finishing lunch in a hurry, Xiaorou took about five minutes to change into warm clothes and walked through the portal back to the apocalypse.
As for what exactly happened.
Let's turn the time back to a day ago.
The end of the world, Africa, near Lake Victoria.
On the road across the grassland, trucks were racing on the road, kicking up billows of dust behind them. Soldiers with live ammunition were sitting on the trucks, and tons of supplies were transported directly from the port to the NAC African Development Zone. This scene has almost become the most unique scenery in this prairie.
Not long ago, the people of the future harvested the first crops they had planted since arriving in Africa.
Nearly 400,000 tons of rice, as well as hundreds of thousands of tons of cash crops such as sugar cane, cocoa, and cotton, made Feng Yuan, Future Human Development Manager in Africa, so excited that he couldn't help but kneel down and kiss the soil under his feet.
There is no way, this is what happens when people are hungry for a long time.
It had been a long, long time since he had seen that kind of golden color that stretched as far as the eye could see.
According to the agreement, if people develop one million acres of land in the future, they will have to pay a tax on one million acres of land to the chief every year. In order to ensure that the NAC people did not manipulate the land area, the chief even sent his trusted wizard Lusambo to be stationed in the Lake Victoria Development Zone to supervise the NAC people to count the land area.
One acre of land is paid 800 kilograms of rice or corn every year, not to mention the boxes of orange-yellow bullets bribed by the wizard, and the hundreds of thousands of acres of "disaster fields" that have been black-spotted. Of course, people in the future will not be stupid in their development. Use "cheap" food to pay the bills.
Five hundred boxes of military supplies were delivered to the chief's palace, plus a few power armors and a few boxes of North American specialties. The chief immediately beamed with joy. He patted Feng Yuan on the shoulder and called the Asian people the African people. good friend.
Feng Yuan blushed with embarrassment.
In half a year, the development area, which originally had only a dozen tents, has grown to the size of today's fertile fields.
Ten-meter-high concrete walls surround the settlement, and beautiful concrete apartment buildings rise from the ground. From a distance, they look like a fortress standing on a hill. Artificial canals extend southward from the shores of Lake Victoria, outlining square patches of farmland.
Every two hundred meters, there is a sentry tower, with heavy machine guns or other fixed weapons on the sentry tower, and sentries standing next to it.
More than five hundred employees lived within the walls, in addition to more than four thousand slaves of various colors.
But even as slaves, the lives of these people are definitely much better than other slaves on the African continent. As long as you don't be lazy and complete tasks on time every day, those who develop in the future will not let them go hungry.
In addition, there are specialized people who teach them how to use machinery, how to farm, and how to fertilize the land. Compared with working under Africans, at least they don't have to carry hoes and buckets to the fields, which saves a lot of labor. In addition, the efficiency is also many times higher than before.
Smart and diligent people may have the opportunity to escape from the status of slaves and become overseers of slaves, transforming from the proletariat into the accomplices of the exploitation of the proletariat in one fell swoop. Everyone is very motivated, but Feng Yuan feels that he is a lot slacker than when he first came here.
No way, this life is a bit more comfortable.
Every day he would either run around the fields twice in his off-road vehicle, or go out to hunt some game with Lusambo, a native wizard, with a shotgun. Occasionally, the chief would hold a palace banquet, which was one of the few social events. There is no need to worry about women. Not to mention that the great chief will occasionally reward him with some "return gifts" that he doesn't need to take back anyway when he is happy. You can also pick up some good goods in the slave market.
Asians are more refined than Africans in terms of aesthetics. In Africans' aesthetic concepts, thick mouths, big breasts, big butts, and curvy buttocks are considered beauties. They are not very picky about facial features, and they don't even have a standard concept at all. This also results in slaves who are poor in stature but have exquisite facial features always being picked out. Not only Feng Yuan likes to go to the slave market in Mombasa to pick up leaks, but many regular employees in the development zone also have this hobby.
Of course, this does not mean that Feng Yuan did not do anything serious, his contribution is still very great.
For example, the road from the Lake Victoria Development Zone to the port, and even the latest berths and cranes at the port, were built by future generations.
The Zhao Group made a fortune from the cement business, and some construction teams that went to Africa with the development of the future people also made a lot of money. However, those African businessmen jumped out of anger because of the "unruly" The Future Man Group did not let them make any money at all.
Only the devil will let them make money!
NAC people are not stupid.
One bag of cement can be sold for the price of two bags of cement. The Zhao Group can bring the cement from Wanghai City at a much cheaper cost. Moreover, the small amount of cement supply makes people wonder how long it has been since their factories have been in operation, and how long it has been since the local construction teams took on jobs.
But there was one thing Feng Yuan did not expect.
Those African businessmen... or the tribes who do business, most of them do not do well, not entirely because they are lazy, but because the business itself is only their side business, and the banditry is their main business.
Bloody survival elimination is the norm on the prairie.
On the first Sunday when the last acre of land was harvested in the development zone, Feng Yuan realized this deeply.
As usual, Feng Yuan threw the shotgun into the trunk of the off-road vehicle, grabbed the native wizard Lu Sambo and two guards, and prepared to go back to the African savannah to hunt some game. However, before the car drove out, they were forced back by the sound of sirens in the settlement.
"what's the situation."
After jumping out of the car, Feng Yuan caught an officer running towards the wall and asked hurriedly.
"Report! Our grain transport team was hijacked by unknown armed forces. Ten trucks and 20 employees on board were held hostage. Eight of the ten bodyguards were unfortunately killed..."
Feng Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He no longer cared about the dozens of tons of grain on the bus, but the lives of the twenty employees. If a life occurred, he, the development zone manager, would definitely be held responsible.
"Where are those mercenaries?!"
"They said that tribe was a relative of the chief, and they didn't dare to go against them. We resisted until the end, but there were too many of them to hold back." The officer gritted his teeth angrily.
Not to mention that the officer was angry, Feng Yuan was even more angry and scolded his mother.
These bastards were paid a lot of money, but when they were asked to risk their lives, each one became more timid than the other. If it were over in Wanghai City, no matter how bad the reputation of the mercenary group, they would not leave their customers without firing a single shot and run away, even if the goods could not be saved, the people could not be saved!
"Report! Two kilometers ahead, unknown armed forces are approaching!"
Shouts came from the walls.
The officer looked at Feng Yuan anxiously.
Feng Yuan understood immediately and said quickly.
"Go and do your work."
"Yes!" The officer gave a military salute and ran towards the stairs.
Gritting his teeth, Feng Yuan glared at Lu Sambo, who looked calm, and called the native wizard to climb the wall together. He took the telescope from the soldier next to him and looked towards the road.
It didn't matter. After seeing it, Feng Yuan's expression suddenly changed.
It is not that we have never encountered armed men who came to look for trouble before, but the number was usually only two or three trucks, with no more than twenty guns at most. The sentry on the sentry tower fired a machine gun, and those people fled away.
But now, looking at the billowing dust in the distance, Feng Yuan couldn't help but feel a drum in his heart.
At least thirty trucks arrived on the other side. He didn't know whether there were heavy weapons on the trucks, but based on his understanding of the African continent, the tribe with more trucks would be stronger. Moreover, these people chose a sensitive time point just after harvesting the first crop in the development zone.
There is no doubt that the opponent is prepared.
:,,gegegengxin!!