"Do you know how American farmers used their black slaves in the 17th century?" Zhou Qingfeng overlooked the entire Luanda city on the large open-air platform of San Miguel Castle.

The cool breeze in the morning can boost some energy. Qin Weidong, who had been busy all night, was so sleepy, but he had to force himself to accept the summons. However, Zhou Qingfeng's words were a little confused. After thinking for a long time, he had to admit that he had not understood the meaning of his boss.

"American farmers made black slaves feel that being slaves is a lifelong guaranteed job. Although being slaves is a bit cheap, life with a master is paradise. Of course, there are too few fools these days, so this kind of publicity doesn't work.

However, we can educate black people in a different way. We can give them choices, but we must let them understand that independence is hopeless, and being happy is to work with us." Zhou Qingfeng murmured for a while and said in a deep voice: "I plan to hold a black training institute."

"Teaching Center?" Qin Weidong didn't understand even more.

Zhou Qingfeng also frowned, "Does this name sound bad? Well, it's simpler, just call it Black Slave Prison, sharper. Anyway, those niggers are guys who are afraid of power but are not despicable. They throw them in for education, improve their quality, and facilitate our rule."

Zhou Qingfeng's policy has changed many people, such as... Sardin. Let's hear what he said.

Hello everyone, I am Sardin, an ordinary African. Please believe me, I really have nothing special. If there is, then I must be lucky.

When the Aurora Legion's advance team landed at Luanda Airport, I got into contact with them. Unfortunately, my nth boss was beaten into a pile of mud by shrapnel, and his body was thrown into the wilderness at will. And because I could speak a little English, I had nth + one boss."

The advance team forgave me and asked me to be the leader. I happily accepted this task. I believe that no matter who it is, as long as I face the mutant's big mouth that is not jealous, I will happily accept it.

The advance team occupied the territory of my former boss on the same day and began to transform and build. This is almost a characteristic of the Chinese, and they like to do such things no matter where they go.

As a translator, I accompanied a mutant to announce the arrival of the advance team the next day to other forces in the city. The process went smoothly, and I also received unexpected rewards. I was set as a typical example and was ordered to form a minion army.

I think everyone knows what happened next. I pulled more than fifty black brothers who were about to starve to the advance team and were sent to the battlefield after only one day of training. The people I commanded successfully defeated the lair of another force.

At that moment, I won the first victory and glory of my life. I felt that my years of hard work had not been in vain. I was excited and decided to offer my greatest loyalty to Boss Qin in the advance team.

But not long after the good times, the group of idiots from the white "returning home group" ran out. Those guys were our mortal enemies before, their arrogant arrogance was disgusting, and they couldn't wait to enslave us black people again.

So I encouraged my subordinates to fuck the white "returning home team" in one fell swoop. Yes, that's right, it was just me who encouraged me behind my back. I don't know why I did this at that time? Anyway, I did that!

Are black people? They are always more casual.

Then I offered my greatest loyalty to the boss Marco who was fighting back. I even kissed his toes and shot and killed several white men in front of him. The result was..., I was sent by my n+2nd boss to attack the advance camp.

If you don’t go, I can only take my subordinates to bite the bullet. Don’t say that I’m not righteous and unconventional, Africans don’t pay attention to this.

Under my demonstration, my n+1 boss was counterattacked by my n+2 boss. At that time, the advance team of the Aurora Legion was forced to trap the church in the Palace Square. The idea of ​​hitting the church with heavy trucks was actually what I thought of, and it was very useful!

However, just when my n+1 boss was about to die, the great man Victor Hugo came from the sky. That's right, he was a guy riding the golden dragon logo airship, with his unique style.

At that time, Boss Marco realized that the situation was not good, so he kicked me in his butt and led the team to stop the airship from landing. Specifically, we were beaten up. Do you think I was lucky to return to the boss n+1?

No, no, I was imprisoned. What I was lucky was that no one knew about my betrayal. This was not a big deal in the eyes of my black brother, and no one mentioned it at all. So the Legion didn't know it either.

I stayed in prison for half a year, which was an unforgettable half a year. At that time, there were many people detained, and tens of thousands of people were successively held. It is said that our **oss believes that we are also laborers, with the value of transformation and cannot be wasted. So we survived.

I went to bed early in prison and got up early, and my life was quite regular. The prison discipline trained us every day when I had nothing to do. It is said that they still tried to form a more combative African minion army, a minion army that would not rebel casually and was disciplined.

Walk in a row, walk in a straight way, stand firm, and turn backwards.

Believe me, my black brother and I were trained for three months. The discipline scolded us for being stupid every day. He started with how to "walk" and taught us to mechanically obey orders with sticks and leather boots. If anyone hesitated, the class where the guy was in would be punished collectively.

Punishment is often hunger, which is the most painful thing. So after discipline and punishment, we will punish the idiots who cause trouble again until there are no idiots among us.

To be honest, I didn’t know why we were going to the queue at that time? But I had to obey without thinking. The first Chinese sentence I learned was ‘report to the government’. Any words I said must start with this sentence, otherwise the stick would fall down with a crackling head.

During the three months of queue training, I grew stronger, I recovered my health, I once again had muscles, no longer looked skinny. The same is true for my black brothers, and we think the Legion's prison is also good.

After completing the queue training, I was trained for another three months. I could speak English and Portuguese, but the first time I learned to write Chinese characters. I learned to add, subtract, multiplication and division, and I could memorize the multiplication table of ninety-nine. I was instilled with a lot of common sense in life. My textbook is "100,000 Whys".

Believe me, this book is really great! It makes me feel like I suddenly opened up my wisdom.

I originally thought I would stay in prison all my life, but half a year later, I was kicked out of prison, who had already become fresh. I held the thigh of discipline and begged him not to abandon me, and I could offer my greatest loyalty. I would like to join the African minions of the Legion to fight for the Legion commander.

But the Legion doesn't want me. They need stupid people to join the minion army, but I'm too slick. However, because I know a lot of language, the Legion suggested that I go to other African indigenous forces to serve as a liaison officer.

To be honest, I really don’t want to leave the already stable city of Luanda. Because except for this, wars are being fought in other parts of Africa.

Imagine it. After a simple training, an ordinary African miser joined a ** armed force in Zambia, eastern Angola, with sad emotions. Then I found that my black brothers were so bad at fighting!

Really, I have never felt this way before. But when I saw hordes of people wandering around the battlefield, I felt that if I pulled out those friends in my prison, I would definitely crush them.

The black brothers of the ** Army have no organization, no discipline, and no constraints. They do whatever they want, go wherever they want, and do nothing intent, and are purely as they want.

At that time, the climate in Africa had improved significantly, tropical vegetation began to recover, and all kinds of wild fruits could be eaten at will. The black brothers could sing songs, dance, and play with them without any trouble!

But I am very desperate about this. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I miss my life in the Legion prison, I miss the days when I was disciplined and beaten and educated, I miss the companions who were forced to study together, and I feel that I am not the same as those ignorant idiots.

I want to change all this!

Until one day, a caravan selling daily necessities appeared in front of me. The leader of the caravan came from the Aurora Legion, so I ran over and asked, "Report to the government, do you have the five or six submachine guns?"

The caravan leader who only sells ordinary daily necessities widened his eyes. He first shook his head and said that he was just a legion salesman and did not sell weapons. But he quickly stuffed me a card. "This is the address of the Legion Ordnance Export Company in Luanda City, maybe you should go find them."

"But I don't have money, can I take credit?"

"No money? This is the contact information between the Legion Slave Trading Company and the African Development Bank. We collect all kinds of goods, such as slaves, blacks and whites, and the prices are better and the same is true."

"I still lack various daily necessities. Do you have them?"

"Life supplies, then it's right to find the Foreign Trade Department of our African Servant Army! We provide everything you need. We don't even need you to pay cash, but we are interested in the power you have. I want to ask, how big is the territory you control?"

Do I have the right? No. At least not for the time being.

When I faced the trade salesman of the Aurora Legion, I felt really ashamed. He reminded me of the famous saying of Martin Luther King. I have a dream!

Yes, I have had a dream since I was a child. I hope I can become a great person as great as Mandela (but later I heard that who is a big fool).

I have been working very hard, looking for every opportunity, but I have never given up in the most difficult environment until I met this salesman with dust.

This salesman is just an ordinary caravan leader from Luanda City.

The leader of the caravan was just an inconspicuous little figure under Qin Weidong, the commander of the Aurora Legion's minion army in Africa.

Qin Weidong could only bow his head in front of Victor Hugo.

I have met this series of characters, but now I have fallen into...

Go to his dream, the black dream is too far away!
Chapter completed!