This is a very primitive checkpoint. Two bunkers were built with sandbags on the side of the road. There is one person on each side. A light machine gun is set up on one sandbag. In the other bunker is a guy who is fighting a rocket launcher, and four people are holding A47s. The black people were responsible for checking the passing cars. They all had walkie-talkies on their bodies. Zhang Yang even saw a landline phone behind the bunker. w ww.q ua n ben.c om
In the middle of the road, there is a triangular shelf made of wood. Behind the shelf, there are several rows of wooden boards nailed with nails. Presumably, this is to prevent someone from forcing the pass...
This is a very standard primitive military checkpoint, but although primitive, it is very professional and the soldiers are very professional.
The soldiers were wearing camouflage uniforms without military ranks. Even from a long distance, Zhang Yang felt that they looked familiar. It wasn’t until the off-road vehicle approached that Zhang Yang realized that these were the uniforms of China’s retired Army Corps. Even the leather shoes were from China’s Army Corps of Sixth Army. Military retired style.
The black soldier was serious but polite. After saluting Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang opened the car window. When the black soldier saw Zhang Yang's Asian face, his face suddenly became nervous, and he suddenly saluted Zhang Yang with a standard military salute.
The other three people, including those hiding behind the bunker, stood up and saluted Zhang Yang, with reverence in their eyes.
Obviously, these people all know Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang racked his brains to recall where he had seen these people. Soon, Zhang Yang failed. In fact, most people in this village knew Zhang Yang, because Zhang Yang stayed here almost every day. All the land surveying and planning and design were done in the village...
Of course, it is impossible for Zhang Yang to remember everyone. What’s more, for Chinese people, almost all black people have similar facial features. Zhang Yang remembers that when he was watching Western movies as a child, he couldn’t tell who the black people were. As a boxer, I often don’t know which side I’m supporting.
Zhang Yang could only nodded politely. Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang's polite nod made the six black soldiers look excited.
The six soldiers immediately took action and quickly moved some obstacles away. Just as Zhang Yang left, a soldier immediately ran to the back of the bunker to make a phone call. Others also used walkie-talkies to communicate.
The car slowly drove away from the checkpoint. Zhang Yang's head was full of doubts. It seemed that this place was still far away from the village. Why was there a checkpoint
Could it be that old man Aze, Liu Biao and the others have expanded the scope of supervision to this place
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly became excited. I wonder what kind of surprises are waiting for him
The off-road vehicle moved slowly, and Zhang Yang began to pay attention to some construction on the roadside.
The changes are huge. Although this road is still a simple road. However, the quality is very good. The flat roadbed is paved with black crushed black ore. Green trees are planted on the roadside. Water conservancy projects on both sides of the road seem to be dredged, and clear water flows in the ditch. , the farmland has been planted with cash crops, and it can be seen from a distance that it is bright green. Occasionally, you can see excavators dredging and repairing water conservancy projects...
What Zhang Yang noticed was. Concrete telegraph poles have been erected beside the highway. Although there are no wires yet, just bare telephone poles, looking at the configuration on the poles, it only takes a few days to connect the wires.
The changes are huge!
It was so big that Zhang Yang was surprised. If he hadn't seen the dark-skinned farmers passing by along the way, Zhang Yang would have almost thought it was mainland China.
Along the way, Zhang Yang encountered five checkpoints. The checkpoints seemed to have received calls. Whenever Zhang Yang's off-road vehicle passed by, they would stand in line and salute from a distance, with an expression of respect. As for those obstacles, they had been there even before Zhang Yang When he didn't come, he moved away.
Zhang Yang found that these checkpoints became more majestic as they went to the back. Not only were they equipped with rocket launchers and A47s, but also heavy machine guns, mortars, and armored vehicles, all equipped according to the army's standards.
The construction locations of checkpoints are becoming more and more dangerous. Many checkpoints are built against mountains and have cement bunkers. The roadblocks are not made of wood and boards, but of poured cement. You must have tools parked next to them. The car can move.
Seeing these checkpoints, Zhang Yang's first feeling was that it was almost impossible for an ordinary armed force to occupy this road. Without the assistance of heavy weapons, it would be difficult to even get close.
It will take a very long time to get heavy weapons here, because the entire road in Somalia has almost collapsed, and it will not be accelerated by the repair of a section of the road here.
What's more, even if troops invade, as long as the road is blown up, the enemy's attack will be stopped immediately.
These layers of checkpoint defense actually function as a surveillance system, providing information for the rear and keeping imaginary enemies away from the village.
Looking at the vibrant fields, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh. It took nearly two months to go to Japan this time. Unexpectedly, in this short period of time, the old man Aze and Liu Biao had built this place in an orderly manner.
In fact, Zhang Yang had never thought about it. In Somalia, the labor force is very cheap. As long as you have money, you can do whatever you want. Of course, the only thing missing in Somalia is skilled workers, such as masons, carpenters, and some mechanical maintenance workers. etc.
Fortunately, the population within a radius of dozens of kilometers is enough to meet the old man's arrangements, and there is no shortage of workers yet.
Some large-scale machinery and equipment were provided free of charge by foreign governments, and fell into the hands of some warlords and pirates. The old man spent a lot of money and easily obtained some excavators, loaders and other equipment...
The off-road vehicle drove smoothly all the way, and occasionally encountered vehicles on the road that stopped early to pay tribute to Zhang Yang. Obviously, the entire village got the news that Zhang Yang was back.
Slowly, the off-road vehicle drove to the core of the village. You could see in the distance that several three-story buildings had been erected. Compared with the short houses not far away, they looked particularly majestic. They were backed by mountains. It should be a training camp...
The road condition is still very good. Zhang Yang remembers that the place he is walking now is the place where he was unable to move forward and sent someone to notify him. Now. The road surface has doubled in size, and the black ore stretches like a black belt across the countryside. Occasionally, some muddy water stains it, and it looks like a Chinese ink painting.
The surrounding area is a busy and lively scene. Someone is preparing the roadbed. Some people were planting trees and grass, and others were moving some equipment. They looked very focused. Very religious and no one is lazy. It seems that there is some kind of spiritual power that makes them work consciously...
Far away. I saw old man Aze and Liu Biao standing at the entrance of the village. Behind them, followed a large group of dark heads, all in suits, white shirts, dark leather shoes, and pairs of cool sunglasses.
This is a grand welcome ceremony!
Zhang Yang didn't know that during the time he was away. The old man brainwashes these villagers almost every day. Zhang Yang is almost described as a messenger of the Prophet Muhammad.
In short, the current publicity is in the minds of local people. He is no longer a human being, but a god-like existence.
The old man's god-making movement was very successful. From the eighty-year-old woman to the three-year-old children, they all knew that Zhang Yang was a messenger sent by the prophet to improve their lives. The old man recited the teachings to Zhang Yang, and he proposed that all Muslims should not Clan tribes are all brothers, and they should unite to eliminate blood revenge. They also proposed a series of social reforms such as banning usury and exploitation, giving charity to the poor, orphans, and widows, and treating everyone with land. These ideas were supported by the broad masses of the lower classes. Many people who have lost faith in society have returned to Islam.
The old man's teachings are full of cohesion in this anarchic village.
In short, the old man is an excellent MLM salesman. He combines Islamic teachings with political ideas, and unconsciously makes the locals feel like they are the masters of their own country, but also have spiritual sustenance.
Now, everyone is striving for some of the old man’s nihilistic ideals...
Of course, the old man himself never agrees with Liu Biao’s words about MLM workers. He believes that he is spreading a spirit rather than MLM. However, whenever the old man talks about these things, the treacherous look on his face is incompatible with the words in his mouth. The lofty ideals are simply irrelevant, which made Liu Biao and Aze, who were somewhat convinced at first, sigh and shake their heads: Isn't this just a charlatan and a liar
In the past two months, the changes have been huge. Several medical points have been set up in the village. If someone follows Ndebul, their family members can enjoy free medical care. If they are elderly people without relatives, they can also enjoy it for free. Of course, even without these free benefits, the cost is shockingly low.
This was the result of the old man's insistence, but the effect was surprisingly good. Just this one project bought most of the local people.
What Liu Biao and Aze couldn't figure out was that the old man strictly prohibited things like televisions. Basically, there were only a few public places in the village with satellite TVs. If the villagers wanted to watch TV, they had to gather together to watch TV. …
Soon, Aze and Liu Biao understood what the old man meant and immediately admired the old man.
It turns out that this is a kind of control of information, and the TV broadcasts are also selective. It is absolutely impossible for American and Korean dramas to appear on TV. Most of the TV broadcasts are the traditional customs and good virtues of Arab countries.
This is a form of mental control…
Under the brainwashing of the old man, all merchant ships and oil tankers passing through Somalia in the Gulf of Aden turned into messengers of the devil. They deprived the working people of Somalia of the fruits. They were bad people and they should be punished by the prophetic messengers.
Naturally, robbing and kidnapping oil tankers and merchant ships became an act of justice and a punishment for the devil.
In history, no pirate has ever robbed so openly and won the hearts of the people so well, but the old man did it in just over two months.
In fact, it is very simple to do this. If there is no strong economic foundation to improve the lives of local people, even the old man's rhetoric will be in vain. The old man's theory is specious and needs to be established on a material basis in order to be best promoted. .
However, it is worth explaining that the old man only rooted his ideas in the hearts of some women and children. If he really wants to change them, it will take time, and even more money to support...
This is a long-term and unremitting education. Of course, for the old man, it is a long-term and unremitting struggle.
The old man is not in a hurry, he has time. Now, the old man is very addicted to the enjoyment of spiritual communication.
Many times, the smug old man really regarded himself as the messenger sent by the Prophet Muhammad. Whenever he saw him getting carried away, the old woman, Liu Biao. And Aze. They would not hesitate to hit him on the head with a finger to make the old man wake up...
Looking at Liu Biao with a tanned face, and Aze with a cold face but concern in his eyes. Zhang Yang felt inexplicably moved during the more than two months of separation. Zhang Yang only appears now. Without the two of them, his life would be much less joyful.
The three of them didn't speak, and hugged each other heavily.
In this long silence, the feelings between the brothers were not expressed, especially Zhang Yang, who felt a warmth. He knew very well that the recent psychological changes were very serious. It has reached a very dangerous point. The thought in his memory always wanted to forcefully change his behavior, many times. Zhang Yang has the idea of taking advantage of Liu Biao and A Ze.
Those in power are ruthless.
Those who are in a superior position are those who kill with iron blood.
Those in power only have interests and no friends...
Zhang Yang really wants to be a superior person, wants to respond to a hundred responses at once, wants to be like that middle-aged man, who waved his hand and wiped out millions of battleships...
However, given Zhang Yang's choice, Zhang Yang would rather choose a friend like Liu Biao and Aze.
What are friends
Friends share blessings and hardships together!
What are friends
Friends are the ones who will provide you with a roof to protect you from wind and rain when you are desperate!
A man, if he has no friends, is a failed man!
There are two indispensable things in a man's life, one is a woman, and the other is a friend!
"Hey, hey, don't be so disgusting, okay? There are a lot of people here!" When the old man saw the three of them hugging each other and ignoring him, he immediately walked up to Zhang Yang in dissatisfaction and patted him.
"Ah... ah... was... I have a wife..."
A miserable scream made the people in the village look sideways. Everyone's eyes were dazzled. Liu Biao's thick arm had already pulled the old man into the middle of the three people. The three people hugged the old man tightly. The poor old man's skinny body Being squeezed into a single row by three sturdy men, he felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing... What a different space, a man in golden armor, a million battleships, it was none of his business!
Everyone gathered around Zhang Yang and walked towards their newly built house. It was a newly built house with a mixed structure of bricks and tiles and wood. Next to it was a spacious classroom where the old man taught English and Chinese to some black people. In Somalia , although most people know a little bit of English, only the locals can understand it, and the colloquialism is very serious. The old man also taught some English and Chinese knowledge while brainwashing.
When walking into the village, Liu Biao, A Ze, and the old man were all surrounding Zhang Yang, highlighting his position.
This is the rule of the game agreed upon by the old man. Zhang Yang must be the spiritual leader of the entire village. Naturally, the status of this leader needs to be set off by them. Otherwise, it will be difficult to create a feeling of envoy to the locals.
Sure enough, when the villagers saw the old man Aze and Liu Biao, they all looked respectful to Zhang Yang. Immediately, they respected Zhang Yang more and more, and their eyes were full of piety when they looked at Zhang Yang.
The old man's brainwashing day and night for more than two months has finally achieved a certain effect. Although Zhang Yang has not stayed in the village for a few days, his position has been quite consolidated and has surpassed Endebur's influence.
In fact, Enderbul himself had never thought about taking Zhang Yang's place. Even if he wanted to replace the old man, he couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to replace him, but that he didn't have the ability. Now, Enderbul's admiration for the old man has reached the point of admiration. Many things, Enderboer didn't even think about it, the old man arranged everything in order.
Endebure believes that even if all the funds are given to him, he will never be able to achieve the influence he has now, let alone such strong support from the tribe. Now, the entire tribe of Endebure has unconditional support for the old man. They The only hope is that his village can be included in the old man's planning and construction as soon as possible.
Somali farmers are in great need of capital and technology injection. Within a radius of nearly 200 kilometers of this village, almost all electricity, communications, and transportation have been paralyzed...
This is a very large hall. Black floor tiles give people a dignified and solemn feeling.
When Zhang Yang saw a giant root-carved tea placed in the middle of the hall, he almost thought he had arrived in China. The decoration style of this living room was very simple, but almost all of it was designed according to Chinese habits.
Root-carved coffee table and antique floor wooden chairs. There is also a complete set of tea sets. On the walls, there are some copies of Chinese landscape paintings hanging, and beside the wall, there is an antique shelf. There are some Chinese handicrafts...
"How's it going?" The old man hugged the old woman next to him and said with a proud look on his face.
"That's right... old man. There are a lot of people here. Can't you be more careful?"
The gentle old woman's face suddenly turned red. She broke away from the old man's arm and walked to the coffee table. She started to wash the tea set and tea very gracefully. Her movements were smooth and smooth. It seemed that this old woman had been trained by the old man who loved to enjoy. Quite outstanding, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh secretly. most of the time. He really envied the love between the old man and the old woman, this kind of love. Very light, but very long-lasting.
This living room seemed to be isolated from the locals. When everyone came in, everyone except Enderbul dispersed and did not enter the living room. Zhang Yang estimated that ordinary people were not allowed to enter this living room without the old man's permission.
The few of them sat down without speaking, all looking quietly at the old woman's slender white hands dancing with the tea set.
The old woman's expression was very focused, and soon, the huge living room was filled with the fragrance of tea. Obviously, this is this year's new tea, and now is a good time to drink new tea.
The living room is very quiet, which is a sign of respect for the old woman.
Liu Biao followed the old man every day, and he actually had a touch of culture, and he looked at the coffee table with serious eyes.
The tea ceremony is something that requires concentration and concentration.
After a few "phoenix nods", the small teacups were filled with yellow-green tea. The old woman divided the cups one by one. She nodded kindly to everyone and entered the room inside. Obviously, she and the old man should be there. bedroom.
It's not surprising that the old woman entered the room to make a show of herself. The old man's patriarchal ideas were worse than his own and he never let the old woman participate in any decision-making matters.
In the words of the old man: Everything changes once a woman intervenes. Women, it is better to be a good wife and mother!
"Old man, how are you doing lately?" After everyone drank the tea, Zhang Yang glanced at the disappearing old woman. "Fortunately... I'm planning to have a baby..." The old man suddenly blushed.
"ah… "
The old man's answer was incomprehensible. Zhang Yang almost fell to the ground and looked at the old man in disbelief. The old man was over sixty years old, and the old woman was at least fifty. It was impossible to have a child at this age. Tan.
"Ahem... yes... the doctor checked and said it's there. It's recommended to give birth, otherwise it will be more dangerous..." The old man's face felt hot.
"Then...congratulations..."
Zhang Yang glanced blankly at Liu Biao and Aze who were snickering, not knowing what to say.
"Hehe, no, no, no, no, you are all his godfathers to this child, so his growth depends on you." The old man chuckled.
"Hey, hey...he is our equal, okay? You are already over sixty..." Liu Biao was startled. Although the old man was usually in front of the old man, subconsciously, he still regarded the old man as his elder. Besides, the age gap is too big. Even if Liu Biao wants to treat the old man as a brother, he will not be able to pass the psychological test.
"Why not pick up a cheap godfather?"
"..." Liu Biao looked at Zhang Yang and opened his mouth, speechless.
"Brother Biao, you also said that the old man is over sixty." Aze stood up and went to the coffee table to refill tea for everyone.
"oh… "
Liu Biao immediately understood what Zhang Yang meant. Obviously, the old man was over 60 years old, and he was definitely not able to raise an unborn child. When the child was 20 years old, he would already be over 80 years old. Naturally, he would not be able to raise an unborn child. It's up to them to take care of it.
"Hey." The old man had a proud expression on his face, as if some evil plot had succeeded.
"Old man, how is the village lately?" Finally, the conversation got to the point.
"It's not bad. The people here are simple and honest, as long as there are some benefits. It's easy to win the hearts of the people by applying some means and combining some religious ideas. You should have seen it on the way back. The construction here has basically taken a certain shape. I believe it won't take half a year. There will be results when the time comes…”
"How is the killer training?" This is the topic that Zhang Yang is most concerned about.
"This is easier. Many people here have been exposed to weapons since they were very young. Almost all of them are born killers, but they can't even pass the cultural class to become a killer. Not only do you need to be able to play with guns, but you also need to learn fighting skills. Languages of many countries. They also need to know some computer knowledge... There is no way for them to go out to perform tasks for the time being, but they are still more than enough to rob and kidnap oil tankers in the Gulf of Aden... "
Zhang Yang couldn't help but be silent for a while. He had always thought that training a killer was too simple. He didn't expect that being a killer was so complicated. However, if he thought about it carefully, it was indeed true. An excellent killer. It’s not just about being able to kill people, but in a strange country. You need to be able to communicate with local people, understand local maps, and be familiar with local living habits and culture. This is a very complex subject, and most young people in Somalia are illiterate. If you arrange for them to go to a strange place The state is on a mission to kill people. I guess they are lost before they are found...
However, Zhang Yang is pleased that kidnapping an oil tanker in the sea does not require any technical skills. As long as the weapons and crime tools are advanced, at least enough funds can be found in the Gulf of Aden, and there is no need to worry about stopping training and operations due to lack of funds. construction.
"How's the funding situation?"
"Don't worry about this. Even if it's done in full swing, it doesn't cost much at all. The construction of those roads requires more labor, and it's just a simple road. Now the conditions for building cement-hardened roads don't allow it. There are a lot of construction machinery here. None... By the way, this time we smuggled a batch of seed crops from China and distributed them to the surrounding villagers..." The old man glanced at Enderbur intentionally or unintentionally.
"Yes, I understand." Zhang Yang nodded and did not continue to talk about this topic. Controlling the seeds of the village was a strategic issue, which was different from the construction of the village. Endebure must be guarded against and not let him know.
"By the way, how was the last deal for the four oil tankers?" Zhang Yang asked, looking at Enderbur.
"The transaction of three oil tankers was completed, but the other oil tanker is controlled by my hostile forces... "
"Hostile forces?" Zhang Yang couldn't help frowning. There were already hostile forces before he started. This feeling made him feel bad. It was my former power. "Endebure explained: "Now this force regards me as its number one enemy and threatens to avenge the former leader. We have been tracking their location, but the other party is very cunning and keeps moving. Pay close attention to construction, the boys are not familiar with the situation at sea, so they have not taken any action... "
"... Well, if the reward continues, whoever can provide the exact location of the tanker will be rewarded with two hundred thousand dollars." Zhang Yang said lightly.
"Two hundred thousand dollars..." Enderbull's eyes suddenly widened.
"Just do what I want."
Looking at the surprised Endebure, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh. After all, this pirate was not someone who did big things, but he was reluctant to part with a mere two hundred thousand dollars.
For Zhang Yang, he would rather pay 200,000 US dollars to find clues. As long as the tanker is found, even if all the crew members on it are dead, Zhang Yang can get a huge commission. Of course, Zhang Yang believes that as long as the tanker is found, he will completely A tanker can be captured without even realizing it.
"yes!"
Enderbur stood up suddenly with a start.
Ever since Zhang Yang came back, Endebure felt a huge pressure. It seemed that this young man had changed a lot compared to two months ago. He didn't know how to describe it. He just felt that this young man's every move and gesture had changed a lot. Full of unquestionable majesty, that faint look in his eyes seemed to be able to see through his internal organs.
In fact, not only him, but also the old man, Aze, and Liu Biao felt obvious changes in Zhang Yang.
This change is very subtle. It no longer has the arrogance of showing off its brilliance, nor does it have the sharp and eye-catching momentum before. The current arrogance feels heavier, just like ancient Chinese antiques, with profound cultural deposits.
Now Zhang Yang has a stronger taste of power, and his murderous aura is much restrained.
An expression, an action, a word, all give people a heavy pressure, an extremely heavy pressure.
"Go and find the target as soon as possible. We have to leave for a while recently." Zhang Yang waved to Endebure naturally. The wave gesture was natural and inadvertent, like a leader leading thousands of troops.
"yes!"
Enderboer strode out without any hesitation, as if he was about to complete an extremely glorious task.
When Enderbul walked out, the hall suddenly fell into a depressing silence, and three pairs of eyes fell on Zhang Yang.
"Haha, what's wrong?" Zhang Yang looked at the old man and Liu Biao Aze and said with a smile.
"you've changed."
To Zhang Yang's surprise, the three of them actually said a sentence in unison. Moreover, after the three of them said it, they all breathed a long and inexplicable sigh of relief. Zhang Yang didn't know that a pressure field had been formed when he gave the order to Endebure just now. , also produced a kind of psychological pressure on the three people.
"I have changed... everyone has to change..."
Zhang Yang didn't ask what had changed. In fact, he knew very well that he was always by his side. He was fighting for the initiative with the thoughts in his memory all the time. Many times, if he was not careful, he would be affected by the thoughts in his memory. decision.
If Zhang Yang were asked to evaluate himself, he would use two words to describe his personality: fickle!
Of course, no matter how fickle he is, Zhang Yang believes that those are just some details. His thinking will always play a leading role. Moreover, through recent practice, the thoughts in his memory have been assimilated by him. Zhang Yang believes that there is no need for How long will it take for those memories and thoughts to no longer affect his decision-making
At that time, Zhang Yang will become a calculation machine with almost no errors!
"Are we leaving?" Liu Biao was stunned and suddenly took a sip of tea.
"Yes, we should go back to China. Don't you want to go back to City C to see your parents?" Zhang Yang smiled.
"Think about it, ***, I think about it so much. I think about those little girls in China even more. It's not a human life here, ugh... Zhang Yang, it's miserable. I've been here for more than two months, and I haven't even looked at it. Even if I meet a young girl by chance, her face is covered... The old man said that this is the custom here, wuwu... you can't look at it, you can't touch it, and you can't touch it... I can't live this day... "
"No need to complain, we can go back to City C soon!" Liu Biao said, his eyes turned red. Zhang Yang believed that if he didn't interrupt him, he would definitely burst into tears.
"Hahaha... Okay, I'm going to the provincial capital, and I want to see Miss Xiaoqing, hehe..." Liu Biao looked disgusted, making the three of them look sideways, shaking their heads and sighing.
"Old man, prepare twenty of the tallest black bodyguards for Uncle Biao, and I will let your son call me godfather, quack..." (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)