The burning white phosphorus ignited everything, and only the miserable wails of the dead were left in the firelight.
A total of eight clustered white phosphorus bombs were dropped, turning into scorched earth for miles around, burning the chiefs, warriors, men, women, old people, children, antelopes of the Moorish tribe, along with all traces of their existence.
Manakala stood there, eyes wide open, his two-meter-tall body trembling along with his lips. Whether it was prayers, pleas or fears in his mouth, they became so small in front of the flames that burned everything.
Sitting next to Manakala was Turulu, a representative of the Water Lizard tribe who had good relations with the Morsi tribe. This strong black man wearing a leopard skin coat was originally staring at Feng Yuan like a fat sheep, but now he was looking at him like he was looking at a devil...
The same goes for the nobleman of the Gangya tribe sitting next to Turulu. It was as if he was looking up at the devil. His original contemptuous gaze was replaced by bottomless fear.
Everyone is the same, with fear written in their eyes, except for one person...
Chief Duamang stood up suddenly and looked at Feng Yuan angrily, snorting heavily from his nostrils like an angry bull.
The Morsi Tribe is one of the most powerful vassals of the Steel Teeth Tribe. It is the hound of the Steel Teeth Tribe that guards the northwest territory. He can turn a blind eye to his guests and the hounds fighting together, but he cannot tolerate his guests chopping him off with a knife. Hound's head.
Except for the two carrying the trays, the surrounding maids all retreated with horrified expressions on their faces. The black soldier standing in the shadow of the corner stared at Feng Yuan silently, waiting for the chief's order and ready to pounce on him.
However, they did not wait for the chief's order. At this moment, Duamang was staring at Feng Yuan.
He was waiting for an explanation.
However, Feng Yuan's reaction was destined to disappoint him. This time, Feng Yuan did not look at his great chief at all. He just looked at the trembling Manakala and said lightly.
"We Pan-Asians pay attention to courtesy. Drink that glass of wine while kneeling, so that the Morsi tribe can preserve the last drop of blood."
With these words behind him, Feng Yuan turned around and walked out of the palace with the translator behind him.
When Feng Yuan walked to the door, the chief was about to stop him. Manakala suddenly shouted loudly, slapped the wine glass on the tray, picked up the knife on the table, and strode towards Feng Yuan's direction. Chased him.
"I am going to kill you!!!"
Witnessing the destruction of the entire tribe and the tragic death of his own people, the flames of anger burned through every inch of his blood vessels. He doesn't think about anything now. He just wants to dig out the Asian's heart and place it on the withered totem to pay tribute to his people.
Seeing that Feng Yuan had stepped out of the door, Manakala chased him to the door and reached out to grab his collar. However, when his hand was not halfway out, there was a bang, and the black head was hit with a stick. The watermelon seemed to be broken all over the ground.
The sound of gunfire came from afar.
It was eerily quiet inside the palace.
The guard standing behind the great chief stepped forward, raised the rifle in his hand, and pointed it at Feng Yuan's back. However, the great chief sternly stopped him and reached out to press the muzzle of the raised gun.
The nobles sitting at the banquet had their teeth trembling, as if they had seen a fat goat tearing away its friendly disguise in front of them, revealing its fangs hidden under its docile beard.
The entire tribe was slaughtered, and besides the Gangya tribe, it was the most powerful and domineering Morsi tribe in Mombasa...
They only have one thought in their minds now, that is, when the banquet is over, they can go back and tell their tribesmen that these Asians are devils and they must not be provoked.
After walking down the last step of the palace, Feng Yuan slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Although it was only ten minutes.
But his back was soaked with cold sweat...
One kilometer away, the sniper lying on the roof of the temple put away his smoking rifle, activated his optical invisibility and blended into the Mombasa night, as if he had never been there before. After receiving the news that Feng Yuan had returned to the development zone, the Marines on duty at the port tacitly turned off the safety of their rifles. The sight behind the tactical eyepieces no longer glanced at the cigarettes in the mouths of the black soldiers, intentionally or unintentionally. cast a glance.
That night, the whole of Mombasa was in excitement.
The whole city's guards were dispatched, saying they were catching assassins, but the last yellow-faced one was not caught. Instead, a lot of black-faced and white-faced slaves were captured, dragged to the corner behind the prison, and executed like pigs. It was not known whether they were slaves or slaves. Killed for someone to see.
At dawn the next day, the news spread throughout the city that Manakala, the messenger of the Morsi tribe, was shot dead by a sniper at the gate of the chief's palace.
The Asian businessmen doing business in Mombasa discussed going to the development zone or the port to temporarily avoid the limelight. However, they did not expect that when they left the city, the dishonest black people not only did not take advantage of the chaos to attack them, but instead stayed away as if they were hiding from the god of plague. …
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"...Originally we thought we would have to wait a few days to get the results. Unexpectedly, that night, the group of indigenous people pulled the container back to the tribe and piled the arms on the altar for a celebration. Our fighter jets came from a long distance away. Once you spot them, you don’t even need to take aim.”
In the villa on Yeguo Island, Jiang Chen, who was lying naked on the bed, was listening to Xiaorou, who was lying on top of him, excitedly reporting to him the business status of Future People's development.
Speaking of wiping out the moroxi tribe with a rogue face, Xiaorou waved her fist in relief. Yao Yao, who was sleeping soundly next to her, smacked her lips, her cute little face was covered with a red cloud of happiness, and she hugged Jiang Chen's arm and rubbed it unconsciously.
Unlike Sun Xiaorou, classmate Yao Jiayu did not have such good physical strength. He could not hold back his tiredness early and fell into a deep sleep.
Looking at Xiaorou who was very energetic because of talking about the business of Futureman Group branch, Jiang Chen smiled and said.
"Like I said, there is no benefit to you chewing on these rotten bones, but if you show weakness to them, there will be endless troubles waiting for you. Normal business methods will not work there, and they cannot accurately distinguish Wealth and prey are two things, so naturally they don't know how to make money by harmonizing with anger."
"Then why do we give the chief twenty boxes of military supplies? I don't want to give a gun to a person who goes back on his word." Putting her index finger on her lower lip, Xiaorou was thinking about this question seriously, but Obviously didn't think too clearly.
"After all, it was the Morsi tribe that was slaughtered. I'm afraid that the chief's heart was bleeding right now. The twenty boxes of arms not only gave him a step up, but also reminded him of what the future development of mankind can bring to him. It is the arms that the Gangya Tribe needs most. And now this distinguished customer is very angry." Jiang Chen said with a smile as he stretched out his hand to scrape Xiaorou's nose.
I believe that after word spreads about the destruction of the Moorsi tribe, the Lake Victoria Development Zone will become a restricted area in the minds of African tribes throughout Mombasa. Anyone who offends the development of future people will incur devastating revenge on their tribe.
In the post-apocalyptic Africa, this kind of behavior will not be looked down upon by others, nor will it arouse any racial hatred. Instead, it will gain awe and even respect from all tribes.
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