In the Kenyan jungle, four dirty Frenchmen were hiding in the jungle. They crawled across the muddy road and hid among the lush branches and leaves. They also held some small video equipment in their hands.
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
Even the United States and Russia, which like to make trouble the most, turn a blind eye to the corruption and cruelty of the Kenyan government. Although China wants to help, it has always adhered to the policy of not interfering in other countries' internal affairs. In addition, for the sake of their own country's interests, they have no choice.
This huge crowd is inexplicably shocking and feels sacred!
Suddenly, the sound of singing came from not far away from the camp. The sound was grand and majestic, and seemed to have a holy air.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
“…”
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
The leading Frenchman nodded, and they moved a little further away and found a place with a good view to start shooting.
As a poor African country, Kenya's government troops are also loose and scattered. The soldiers stationed there are not very vigilant, which gives these war reporters an opportunity to get closer.
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
The leading Frenchman looked to be in his thirties. He wiped the mud from his face and panted.
“…”
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
“…”
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
Seeing this cruel side, the French women did not dare to look at it, with sadness in their eyes. The leading French man stood up and wanted to rush out, but luckily he was stopped by his men.
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
Behind this Frenchman are three other Frenchmen, a total of three men and one woman. They are employees of AFP and are engaged in one of the most dangerous professions in the world - war reporters!
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
The Frenchman in his thirties shouted in a low voice. His righteous and awe-inspiring attitude made the other three lower their heads and did not dare to look at him.
"Boss, don't be impulsive. It's useless for you to rush out. Although we are French, these cruel guys don't care. If they are discovered and say that we are spies, we will be dead! All we can do is to Take a photo of the situation here and distribute it when the time comes to see if we can use public opinion to help those poor people."
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
"Boss, we can't go any further, the Kenyan government troops are stationed ahead!"
These war reporters walked in the hail of bullets, passing back the frontline combat information and telling the world. They can be said to be the bravest group of people. From the Gulf War in the 1990s to the war in Afghanistan, there were countless war reporters. Of course, many war reporters died on the front line.
Behind the nuns, there are hundreds of ragged black people. These black people look thin, but their bodies are very clean without any scars. It is as if there is surging vitality beating in their bodies. They lower their heads They prayed over their heads and followed the leader as they walked forward, as if what was ahead of them was not the cruel Kenyan government troops, but a sacred road.
Sure enough, this man in his thirties with a dirty face was holding a cross tightly and praying for the poor and suffering people. After a while, he said to the three men behind him: "... When we get back, Send the things we shot to the headquarters and ask them to publish the videos as quickly as possible. If the headquarters doesn’t publish them, I will post them on Youtube and Facebook myself!”
Sure enough, this man in his thirties with a dirty face was holding a cross tightly and praying for the poor and suffering people. After a while, he said to the three men behind him: "... When we get back, Send the things we shot to the headquarters and ask them to publish the videos as quickly as possible. If the headquarters doesn’t publish them, I will post them on Youtube and Facebook myself!”
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
"Boss, if you post this without permission, you will be fired from the newspaper."
A young French man moved his ears and signaled everyone to be quiet. Then everyone looked towards the Kenyan government army station, and it didn't take long to discover the source of the sound.
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
“…”
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
"Boss, if you post this without permission, you will be fired from the newspaper."
Even the United States and Russia, which like to make trouble the most, turn a blind eye to the corruption and cruelty of the Kenyan government. Although China wants to help, it has always adhered to the policy of not interfering in other countries' internal affairs. In addition, for the sake of their own country's interests, they have no choice.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
“…”
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
Behind this man, there were more than a dozen nuns in nun uniforms. They walked devoutly in the man's footsteps, as if by doing so they would listen to goodness and righteousness and understand the true meaning of Christ.
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
"Boss, what sound do you hear?"
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
someone whispered.
"Boss, we can't go any further, the Kenyan government troops are stationed ahead!"
A young French man moved his ears and signaled everyone to be quiet. Then everyone looked towards the Kenyan government army station, and it didn't take long to discover the source of the sound.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
"Boss, don't be impulsive. It's useless for you to rush out. Although we are French, these cruel guys don't care. If they are discovered and say that we are spies, we will be dead! All we can do is to Take a photo of the situation here and distribute it when the time comes to see if we can use public opinion to help those poor people."
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
In the Kenyan jungle, four dirty Frenchmen were hiding in the jungle. They crawled across the muddy road and hid among the lush branches and leaves. They also held some small video equipment in their hands.
As a poor African country, Kenya's government troops are also loose and scattered. The soldiers stationed there are not very vigilant, which gives these war reporters an opportunity to get closer.
The leading Frenchman looked to be in his thirties. He wiped the mud from his face and panted.
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
The Frenchman in his thirties shouted in a low voice. His righteous and awe-inspiring attitude made the other three lower their heads and did not dare to look at him.
"Many of those who were abused were Christians..."
The leading Frenchman nodded, and they moved a little further away and found a place with a good view to start shooting.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
Behind the nuns, there are hundreds of ragged black people. These black people look thin, but their bodies are very clean without any scars. It is as if there is surging vitality beating in their bodies. They lower their heads They prayed over their heads and followed the leader as they walked forward, as if what was ahead of them was not the cruel Kenyan government troops, but a sacred road.
"It's 2019, and this kind of thing is still happening. This is a concentration camp!"
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
The world will never lack brave and kind people with a sense of justice.
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
"Boss, what sound do you hear?"
Even the United States and Russia, which like to make trouble the most, turn a blind eye to the corruption and cruelty of the Kenyan government. Although China wants to help, it has always adhered to the policy of not interfering in other countries' internal affairs. In addition, for the sake of their own country's interests, they have no choice.
Behind this man, there were more than a dozen nuns in nun uniforms. They walked devoutly in the man's footsteps, as if by doing so they would listen to goodness and righteousness and understand the true meaning of Christ.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
someone whispered.
someone whispered.
Behind this Frenchman are three other Frenchmen, a total of three men and one woman. They are employees of AFP and are engaged in one of the most dangerous professions in the world - war reporters!
A young French man moved his ears and signaled everyone to be quiet. Then everyone looked towards the Kenyan government army station, and it didn't take long to discover the source of the sound.
"Boss, what sound do you hear?"
Behind the nuns, there are hundreds of ragged black people. These black people look thin, but their bodies are very clean without any scars. It is as if there is surging vitality beating in their bodies. They lower their heads They prayed over their heads and followed the leader as they walked forward, as if what was ahead of them was not the cruel Kenyan government troops, but a sacred road.
In a square at the camp, thousands of thin black men were kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes. Surrounded by many Kenyan government troops, these government troops raised whips and whipped these people hard. There was a wailing sound. Among the black people were men and women, old and young, and there were even women holding children.
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
"It's 2019, and this kind of thing is still happening. This is a concentration camp!"
In the Kenyan jungle, four dirty Frenchmen were hiding in the jungle. They crawled across the muddy road and hid among the lush branches and leaves. They also held some small video equipment in their hands.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
Seeing this cruel side, the French women did not dare to look at it, with sadness in their eyes. The leading French man stood up and wanted to rush out, but luckily he was stopped by his men.
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
Even the United States and Russia, which like to make trouble the most, turn a blind eye to the corruption and cruelty of the Kenyan government. Although China wants to help, it has always adhered to the policy of not interfering in other countries' internal affairs. In addition, for the sake of their own country's interests, they have no choice.
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.
Some soldiers were cursing and trying to snatch the child away. The crying was really disturbing. The mother knelt down and howled, begging them to let the child go.
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
"Boss, we can't go any further, the Kenyan government troops are stationed ahead!"
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
Sure enough, this man in his thirties with a dirty face was holding a cross tightly and praying for the poor and suffering people. After a while, he said to the three men behind him: "... When we get back, Send the things we shot to the headquarters and ask them to publish the videos as quickly as possible. If the headquarters doesn’t publish them, I will post them on Youtube and Facebook myself!”
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
As a poor African country, Kenya's government troops are also loose and scattered. The soldiers stationed there are not very vigilant, which gives these war reporters an opportunity to get closer.
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
The Frenchman in his thirties shouted in a low voice. His righteous and awe-inspiring attitude made the other three lower their heads and did not dare to look at him.
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.
"It's 2019, and this kind of thing is still happening. This is a concentration camp!"
Behind this man, there were more than a dozen nuns in nun uniforms. They walked devoutly in the man's footsteps, as if by doing so they would listen to goodness and righteousness and understand the true meaning of Christ.
In a square at the camp, thousands of thin black men were kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes. Surrounded by many Kenyan government troops, these government troops raised whips and whipped these people hard. There was a wailing sound. Among the black people were men and women, old and young, and there were even women holding children.
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
"Boss, we can't go any further, the Kenyan government troops are stationed ahead!"
Even the United States and Russia, which like to make trouble the most, turn a blind eye to the corruption and cruelty of the Kenyan government. Although China wants to help, it has always adhered to the policy of not interfering in other countries' internal affairs. In addition, for the sake of their own country's interests, they have no choice.
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
Seeing this cruel side, the French women did not dare to look at it, with sadness in their eyes. The leading French man stood up and wanted to rush out, but luckily he was stopped by his men.
Sure enough, this man in his thirties with a dirty face was holding a cross tightly and praying for the poor and suffering people. After a while, he said to the three men behind him: "... When we get back, Send the things we shot to the headquarters and ask them to publish the videos as quickly as possible. If the headquarters doesn’t publish them, I will post them on Youtube and Facebook myself!”
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
"Boss, if you post this without permission, you will be fired from the newspaper."
Seeing this cruel side, the French women did not dare to look at it, with sadness in their eyes. The leading French man stood up and wanted to rush out, but luckily he was stopped by his men.
"Boss, don't be impulsive. It's useless for you to rush out. Although we are French, these cruel guys don't care. If they are discovered and say that we are spies, we will be dead! All we can do is to Take a photo of the situation here and distribute it when the time comes to see if we can use public opinion to help those poor people."
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
“…”
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
"Many of those who were abused were Christians..."
Even the United States and Russia, which like to make trouble the most, turn a blind eye to the corruption and cruelty of the Kenyan government. Although China wants to help, it has always adhered to the policy of not interfering in other countries' internal affairs. In addition, for the sake of their own country's interests, they have no choice.
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
The world will never lack brave and kind people with a sense of justice.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
“…”
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
“…”
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
The leading Frenchman nodded, and they moved a little further away and found a place with a good view to start shooting.
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
A young French man moved his ears and signaled everyone to be quiet. Then everyone looked towards the Kenyan government army station, and it didn't take long to discover the source of the sound.
“…”
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
The Frenchman in his thirties shouted in a low voice. His righteous and awe-inspiring attitude made the other three lower their heads and did not dare to look at him.
Behind this Frenchman are three other Frenchmen, a total of three men and one woman. They are employees of AFP and are engaged in one of the most dangerous professions in the world - war reporters!
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
"Look at the faces of those who are suffering. This is massacre and abuse!! If the newspaper does not dare to publish due to political reasons, I would rather not wait for such a newspaper. What is my future? Reporting these cruel things in the war, Isn’t it our duty to help more people be saved?”
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
Sure enough, this man in his thirties with a dirty face was holding a cross tightly and praying for the poor and suffering people. After a while, he said to the three men behind him: "... When we get back, Send the things we shot to the headquarters and ask them to publish the videos as quickly as possible. If the headquarters doesn’t publish them, I will post them on Youtube and Facebook myself!”
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
"Boss, what sound do you hear?"
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
"Boss, if you post this without permission, you will be fired from the newspaper."
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
The Frenchman in his thirties shouted in a low voice. His righteous and awe-inspiring attitude made the other three lower their heads and did not dare to look at him.
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
Behind this man, there were more than a dozen nuns in nun uniforms. They walked devoutly in the man's footsteps, as if by doing so they would listen to goodness and righteousness and understand the true meaning of Christ.
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
Seeing this cruel side, the French women did not dare to look at it, with sadness in their eyes. The leading French man stood up and wanted to rush out, but luckily he was stopped by his men.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
someone whispered.
The leading Frenchman nodded, and they moved a little further away and found a place with a good view to start shooting.
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
"Boss, don't be impulsive. It's useless for you to rush out. Although we are French, these cruel guys don't care. If they are discovered and say that we are spies, we will be dead! All we can do is to Take a photo of the situation here and distribute it when the time comes to see if we can use public opinion to help those poor people."
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
In a square at the camp, thousands of thin black men were kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes. Surrounded by many Kenyan government troops, these government troops raised whips and whipped these people hard. There was a wailing sound. Among the black people were men and women, old and young, and there were even women holding children.
Some soldiers were cursing and trying to snatch the child away. The crying was really disturbing. The mother knelt down and howled, begging them to let the child go.
A young French man moved his ears and signaled everyone to be quiet. Then everyone looked towards the Kenyan government army station, and it didn't take long to discover the source of the sound.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
"Look at the faces of those who are suffering. This is massacre and abuse!! If the newspaper does not dare to publish due to political reasons, I would rather not wait for such a newspaper. What is my future? Reporting these cruel things in the war, Isn’t it our duty to help more people be saved?”
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
"Boss, don't be impulsive. It's useless for you to rush out. Although we are French, these cruel guys don't care. If they are discovered and say that we are spies, we will be dead! All we can do is to Take a photo of the situation here and distribute it when the time comes to see if we can use public opinion to help those poor people."
In a square at the camp, thousands of thin black men were kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes. Surrounded by many Kenyan government troops, these government troops raised whips and whipped these people hard. There was a wailing sound. Among the black people were men and women, old and young, and there were even women holding children.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
Suddenly, the sound of singing came from not far away from the camp. The sound was grand and majestic, and seemed to have a holy air.
Behind this Frenchman are three other Frenchmen, a total of three men and one woman. They are employees of AFP and are engaged in one of the most dangerous professions in the world - war reporters!
The Frenchman in his thirties shouted in a low voice. His righteous and awe-inspiring attitude made the other three lower their heads and did not dare to look at him.
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
someone whispered.
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
The world will never lack brave and kind people with a sense of justice.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
Suddenly, the sound of singing came from not far away from the camp. The sound was grand and majestic, and seemed to have a holy air.
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
In a square at the camp, thousands of thin black men were kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes. Surrounded by many Kenyan government troops, these government troops raised whips and whipped these people hard. There was a wailing sound. Among the black people were men and women, old and young, and there were even women holding children.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
"Boss, don't be impulsive. It's useless for you to rush out. Although we are French, these cruel guys don't care. If they are discovered and say that we are spies, we will be dead! All we can do is to Take a photo of the situation here and distribute it when the time comes to see if we can use public opinion to help those poor people."
A young French man moved his ears and signaled everyone to be quiet. Then everyone looked towards the Kenyan government army station, and it didn't take long to discover the source of the sound.
In a square at the camp, thousands of thin black men were kneeling on the ground in ragged clothes. Surrounded by many Kenyan government troops, these government troops raised whips and whipped these people hard. There was a wailing sound. Among the black people were men and women, old and young, and there were even women holding children.
“…”
Even the United States and Russia, which like to make trouble the most, turn a blind eye to the corruption and cruelty of the Kenyan government. Although China wants to help, it has always adhered to the policy of not interfering in other countries' internal affairs. In addition, for the sake of their own country's interests, they have no choice.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
“…”
The world will never lack brave and kind people with a sense of justice.
Suddenly, the sound of singing came from not far away from the camp. The sound was grand and majestic, and seemed to have a holy air.
In the Kenyan jungle, four dirty Frenchmen were hiding in the jungle. They crawled across the muddy road and hid among the lush branches and leaves. They also held some small video equipment in their hands.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
The leading Frenchman nodded, and they moved a little further away and found a place with a good view to start shooting.
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
"It's 2019, and this kind of thing is still happening. This is a concentration camp!"
“…”
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
Sure enough, this man in his thirties with a dirty face was holding a cross tightly and praying for the poor and suffering people. After a while, he said to the three men behind him: "... When we get back, Send the things we shot to the headquarters and ask them to publish the videos as quickly as possible. If the headquarters doesn’t publish them, I will post them on Youtube and Facebook myself!”
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
“…”
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
Behind this man, there were more than a dozen nuns in nun uniforms. They walked devoutly in the man's footsteps, as if by doing so they would listen to goodness and righteousness and understand the true meaning of Christ.
"Look at the faces of those who are suffering. This is massacre and abuse!! If the newspaper does not dare to publish due to political reasons, I would rather not wait for such a newspaper. What is my future? Reporting these cruel things in the war, Isn’t it our duty to help more people be saved?”
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
someone whispered.
"Boss, we can't go any further, the Kenyan government troops are stationed ahead!"
"It's 2019, and this kind of thing is still happening. This is a concentration camp!"
The world will never lack brave and kind people with a sense of justice.
The leading Frenchman nodded, and they moved a little further away and found a place with a good view to start shooting.
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
“…”
“…”
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
Some soldiers were cursing and trying to snatch the child away. The crying was really disturbing. The mother knelt down and howled, begging them to let the child go.
Suddenly, the sound of singing came from not far away from the camp. The sound was grand and majestic, and seemed to have a holy air.
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
"It's 2019, and this kind of thing is still happening. This is a concentration camp!"
Saying this, the three people all looked at their leader, because their leader was a devout Christian.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
Several French war reporters looked towards the exit of the camp with some surprise. For a moment they felt as if they were in a trance, as if they were in the Vatican cathedral. Even the fatigue in their bodies disappeared in the sacred singing.
"Boss, we can't go any further, the Kenyan government troops are stationed ahead!"
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
Their bodies are very thin, their faces are dull, and they look malnourished at first glance. Some babies are crying and trying hard to suck their mother's shriveled breasts, but there is no milk. The mother of the child is crying and enduring the pain behind her. Even though he was being whipped, he was still trying hard to feed his children.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
"Yeah, boss, don't get excited. There's nothing we can do... These bastards are simply fascists and Nazis! Look at the people who were abused. They are just civilians and poor people. These bastards are abusing them. For fun!"
"Many of those who were abused were Christians..."
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
"I heard that Sister Mirda has been working hard to help these poor people. It is normal for them to be baptized and become Christians under Sister Mirda's kindness."
Some soldiers were cursing and trying to snatch the child away. The crying was really disturbing. The mother knelt down and howled, begging them to let the child go.
Sure enough, this man in his thirties with a dirty face was holding a cross tightly and praying for the poor and suffering people. After a while, he said to the three men behind him: "... When we get back, Send the things we shot to the headquarters and ask them to publish the videos as quickly as possible. If the headquarters doesn’t publish them, I will post them on Youtube and Facebook myself!”
Behind the nuns, there are hundreds of ragged black people. These black people look thin, but their bodies are very clean without any scars. It is as if there is surging vitality beating in their bodies. They lower their heads They prayed over their heads and followed the leader as they walked forward, as if what was ahead of them was not the cruel Kenyan government troops, but a sacred road.
The world will never lack brave and kind people with a sense of justice.
Then, everyone saw a man wearing a linen robe walking slowly over there. He was barefoot and without any accessories. Every step he took on the muddy road would leave a footprint. The man's face was ordinary, but full of sorrow and kindness. He seemed extremely contradictory. Every step he took was very slow, as if he was bearing sin for the world, but every time he walked very fast, every step he took was counted. meters distance.
Behind this man, there were more than a dozen nuns in nun uniforms. They walked devoutly in the man's footsteps, as if by doing so they would listen to goodness and righteousness and understand the true meaning of Christ.
The leading Frenchman looked to be in his thirties. He wiped the mud from his face and panted.
"Boss, if you post this without permission, you will be fired from the newspaper."
“Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
Some soldiers were cursing and trying to snatch the child away. The crying was really disturbing. The mother knelt down and howled, begging them to let the child go.
These war reporters who are fighting on the front line are very brave. They are also human beings and have sympathy for the poor people in Kenya. However, they are also powerless in the face of the general situation. The only thing they can do is to report the situation on the front line. Show it to the whole world and see if it can arouse the attention and public opinion of the international community so as to save those people in distress.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
The Frenchman in his thirties shouted in a low voice. His righteous and awe-inspiring attitude made the other three lower their heads and did not dare to look at him.
Some of those poor black people were kneeling on the ground, praying hard while enduring the beatings. Occasionally, they could hear the laughter of the government troops, as if they felt relieved by this cruel scene, and many people were already piled up not far away. corpse.
Behind the nuns, there are hundreds of ragged black people. These black people look thin, but their bodies are very clean without any scars. It is as if there is surging vitality beating in their bodies. They lower their heads They prayed over their heads and followed the leader as they walked forward, as if what was ahead of them was not the cruel Kenyan government troops, but a sacred road.
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
"It's almost there, it's almost there, everyone, please hold on."
The only woman in the team shouted to her leader. In front of them was the camp of soldiers sent by the Kenyan government forces to encircle and suppress the rebels. These soldiers had been surrounding the last stronghold of the rebels for a long time. If no miracle happened in this battle, , the ending is already inevitable.
There were also soldiers in the government army who showed unbearable expressions, but under the orders, they had no choice but to numbly raise their whips and perform mechanical beatings.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
The Kenyan government troops in the camp also stopped their actions and looked at the entrance of the camp with astonishment.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
This huge crowd is inexplicably shocking and feels sacred!
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”
The Kenyan government's excessive taxation and corruption have led many poor people in Kenya to unite to fight. Wherever there is war, you can see war reporters. These Frenchmen are the frontline employees sent by AFP to Kenya.
“…”
"Boss, we can't go any further, the Kenyan government troops are stationed ahead!"
This is a resistance that is doomed to be futile. The poor people in Kenya want money but no money, no food, no weapons. Because they have no interests, their resistance has not received support from external forces, and it will inevitably end in failure.