"You have a pastor here?"

Lao Hei Chaka was a little surprised.

He looked at the Chinese people present. They actually believed in this. Shouldn’t they build a Buddhist temple or a Taoist temple or something?

Or the Confucius Temple is fine!

"If you have freedom of faith, you must respect local customs and habits! If they worship them, we can just take care of ourselves!"

Fang Zhiguo smiled. Except for having to do it for a week every Sunday, there seemed to be nothing else!

On the contrary, the pastor often helps them solve communication problems with locals. After all, Chinese people are in a foreign country and encounter different customs and taboos, which can easily lead to misunderstandings and conflicts.

With this kind middleman, Director Hao directed the black employees to make it easier, and at the same time he gave the other party a salary. The small chapel was not large in size, and it was only seventy or eighty square meters inside and out, and there was no effort in front and behind.

Chaka said meaningfully: "Luckily you are Chinese!"

If it were other foreigners, unless they were of the same religion, they might not be polite to a young pastor.

A crackling electromagnetic noise sounded behind Fang Zhiguo's waist, and then he remembered the clear voice.

"Section Chief, Section Chief, from the south, someone rushed in, there were about a hundred people, and there were vehicles. The rice fields we planted were completely destroyed!"

At the commanding heights at the top of the warehouse, someone looked in the direction of constant gunfire with a telescope, paying attention to the sudden battle.

"Oh! We're finally involved!"

Hao Chang sighed long.

He felt very sorry for the destroyed rice fields. There were not only rice, but also fish. The output of each acre of land was not only grains. In addition, the local weather and fertility of the land, the output value of each season was quite considerable.

After such a war, the losses on the farm are enough to make people feel pain. So far, so much cost has been invested, and it is a risk to recover the money every night.

Ping-pong, gunshots like fried beans came from a distance.

The fire exchange was already very close to the warehouse, and even overwhelmed the sound of rain.

"Hurry, hurry up, hide in and be careful of the stray bullet. If you are shot, you will have no place to make sense!"

President Hao's face changed slightly and he kept urging him.

Unexpectedly, the two sides of the war decided so quickly and brought the war to the farm.

Bang bang bang bang!

More shells flew in, most of them into the rice fields, mud and seedlings flew into the air, and the small fish in the paddy fields had already been crushed to pieces.

There are not many unlucky children who are blown away by shells.

Li Bai and others quickly pulled the cart and carried the hot pot and rushed into the warehouse.

Fang Zhiguo, head of the Farm Security Section, asked someone to completely block the sandbag gap. In front of the warehouse gate was a sandbag wall that was more than two meters high, and a shooting hole was also reserved in the middle.

After pulling the trolley into the warehouse, Li Bai stayed at the door of the warehouse and did not continue to run towards the cellar.

He noticed that the trolley had sunk. Fatty Sun turned around and urged in a hurry: "Li Bai, come on, your spear-breaking skills, don't show off your power!"

It would be fine if Li Bai was a sharpshooter, but he wasn't!

"I'm responsible for fire deterrence!"

Li Bai leaned behind the sandbag wall and made a V-shaped gesture, not wanting to follow.

There were just small scenes outside, and there was no such thing as chasing the indigenous tribes that night, the bloody storm of monsters slaughtering the indigenous tribes was even more exciting.

When he pretends to behave, he speaks with his sword, and he is also a part of the target. These little shrimps are also worthy of it?!

"Go to your firepower and fool the ghosts! You save me some bullets, no, I will leave you a magazine."

Fatty Sun immediately stopped doing it, threw the cart, turned around and ran back. With Li Bai's stinky marksmanship, he still has to look at his old Sun at the critical moment.

Sun Nanzheng was loyal, but he was afraid that Li Bai would not be able to withstand it, and he could still take it.

At the critical moment, the character can be seen. Lao Heichaka Abalutta rushed into the cellar without looking back. He ran very fast, and there was no shadow in the blink of an eye. In this guy's eyes, there was a solid warehouse and a thick ground, so it would be quite safe to stay in the cellar. I am very glad that Fatty Sun persuaded him to stop him in time, and did not run out rashly, crashed into the battlefield, and died in vain.

Mi Jun, an animal husbandry expert who took over the trolley, was standing at the entrance of the cellar and shouting at Li Bai and Fatty Sun: "What are you two doing? Come down soon, there are too many people there, go to the cellar quickly and don't show off your power there!"

Director Hao had no time to take care of the two of them at this moment, so he had to go down to the cellar to count the number of people and cooperate with Pastor Marco to calm the people.

Not only those black people need a reassurance, but even the Chinese people who came down together need to stabilize their morale. If the outside armed personnel have not yet entered, their own people will be disorganized first, and then the farm manager will be the end.

"What's enough for a box of bullets? Just put it for two rounds and it's gone. Don't worry, I can calm down the scene!"

Li Bai felt that Fatty Sun, who had run back, was just thinking too much. The situation was not that serious. Director Hao had already brought people to hang five-star red flags everywhere.

Both sides of the war will give you some face, and staying in this warehouse is at least safe.

"You have been staying in the military camp for a long time. You don't know how powerful you are outside. You have no bullets and no bullets. If you die here, you will die in vain. Don't show off your power. Give me the gun!"

After seeing so many worlds, Sun Nan felt that he could become a half-Somali local expert, and even spoke hundreds of thousands of Somali sentences, such as hello, goodbye, friend..., etc., and could barely talk to the locals.

"This gun is mine, don't rob it, be careful of the fire!"

Li Bai refused to agree. If he had nothing to do, he would not be a melon-eating audience.

Which one is more interesting, whether to listen to the cannons in the cellar or lean here to watch the fun? This one is quite easy to choose.

As for the hot pot that has been taken into the cellar by Accountant Dong, there are still many ingredients, so I am not afraid of delaying this moment.

Not afraid of ten thousand, but afraid of if it is the case. If Fang Zhiguo, the head of the farm security department, could not stop the mortal militants who were committing suicide, he, the finale demon, could still make a brilliant appearance.

Whoosh! ~

A shrill whistle passed by in the air. Before everyone could react, they heard a deafening loud noise. The tool room on the outermost side of the small village was like a volcano erupting, and everything flew into the sky.

"Damn it! ~ No, lie down!"

Fatty Sun hugged his head and was about to lie down on the ground, and he wanted to pull Li Bai and pounce on him.

Unfortunately, he didn't pull it, but he was half hanging from the ground, which was more than one foot higher than the height of the ground. It looked like he was doing push-ups. Before his chest could touch the ground, his big belly was almost over.

"Don't worry, we are still more than 200 meters away from the bounce! And... your lying down like this is not right. Don't let your chest and abdomen stick to the ground, keep a certain distance!"
Chapter completed!