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 armed with AK47s.
The black men were responsible for checking the passing cars, and they all had walkie-talkies on their bodies. Zhang Yang even saw a landline telephone behind the bunker.
In the middle of the road, there is a triangular frame made of wood. Behind the frame, there are several rows of wooden boards nailed with nails. Presumably, this is to prevent someone from forcing the border crossing... This is a very standard primitive military checkpoint.
However, although it is primitive, it is very professional, and the soldiers are also very professional.
The soldiers were wearing camouflage uniforms without military ranks. Even from a long distance, Zhang Yang felt that they looked familiar. It was not until the off-road vehicle approached that Zhang Yang discovered that these were retired Chinese Army uniforms. Even the leather shoes were retired from the Chinese Army.
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, all 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.
They were all measuring land and planning and designing in the village... Of course, Zhang Yang couldn't remember everyone. What's more, for Chinese people, almost all black people have similar facial features. Zhang Yang remembered that when he was a child, he felt a little different when watching Western movies.
I don’t know who the black people are, and I often don’t know which side I support when watching black boxers.
Zhang Yang could only nod 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, while the others also used walkie-talkies to communicate.
The car slowly drove away from the checkpoint. Zhang Yang's head was filled with doubts. It seemed that this place was still far away from the village. Why was there a checkpoint?
Could it be that Aze, Liu Biao and the others have expanded the scope of supervision to this place?
Thinking of this, Zhang Yang's mood 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, the quality is very good. The flat roadbed is paved with black crushed black ore. Green trees are planted on the roadside. There are green trees on both sides of the road.
The water conservancy project seemed to be dredged, and clear water was flowing in the ditch. Cash crops had been planted in the farmland, which looked bright green from a distance. Occasionally, excavators could be seen dredging and repairing the water conservancy project... which made Zhang Yang notice.
What's interesting is that cement telephone poles have been erected beside the highway. Although there are no wires yet, they are just bare telephone poles. However, looking at the configuration on the telephone poles, it only takes a few days to connect the wires.
The changes are very big!
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 AK47s, but they also had heavy machine guns, mortars, and armored vehicles, all of which were equipped according to army 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 the repair of a section of the road here will not speed up the process.
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 serve as a surveillance function, 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 wait.
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 traveled smoothly all the way.
Occasionally encountering vehicles on the road would stop early to pay their respects to Zhang Yang. Obviously, the whole village had received 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 notified that he could not move forward. Now, the road has doubled in size, and the black ore is like a black belt in the countryside.
Extending, occasionally some muddy water stains it, and it is scattered and arranged, just like a Chinese ink painting.
There was a busy and lively scene all around. Some people were preparing the roadbed, some were planting trees and grass, and some were carrying some equipment. They all looked focused and pious, and no one was lazy. It seemed that they had some kind of spiritual power that made them
Conscious labor... From a distance, I saw the old man Aze and Liu Biao standing at the entrance of the village. Behind them, followed by a large group of black heads, all in suits, white shirts, dark leather shoes, and a group of people.
Wear a pair of cool sunglasses.
This is a grand welcome ceremony!
Zhang Yang didn't know that during his absence, the old man brainwashed these villagers almost every day, almost describing Zhang Yang as a messenger of the Prophet Muhammad.
In short, in the minds of local people, Zhang Yang is no longer a human being, but a god-like existence.
The old man's god-making movement was very successful. Old women in their eighties and children as young as three knew that Zhang Yang was a messenger sent by the prophet to improve their lives. The old man recited the teachings on Zhang Yang's behalf, and he proposed that all Muslims should not
Clan tribes, all brothers, should unite to eliminate blood vengeance, and proposed a series of social reforms such as prohibiting usury and exploitation, giving charity to the poor, orphans, and widows, and treating everyone well, and everyone owning land. These ideas were supported by the masses at 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 [***] ideas, and without realizing it, the locals have a sense of being the masters of their own country and having spiritual sustenance.
Feel.
Now, everyone is striving for some empty ideals of the old man... Of course, the old man himself never agrees with Liu Biao's MLM workers. He believes that he is spreading a spirit rather than MLM. However, every time
When the old man said this, he had a look of deceit on his face, which was completely unrelated to the lofty ideals he spoke of. This 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?
What?
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 medical care for free. 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 won over most of the local people's hearts.
What Liu Biao and Aze couldn't figure out was that the old man strictly prohibited control over 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 over information, and the TVs broadcast 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 developed.
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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 unremitting struggle.
The old man is not in a hurry. He has plenty of 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 would not hesitate to hit him in the face with their fingers.
On the head, let 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 these two months of separation, Zhang Yang
Only then did he realize that without the two of them, his life would be much less joyful.
The three of them didn't speak, and hugged each other tightly.
In this long silence, the feelings between the brothers were not expressed. Especially Zhang Yang felt a warmth. He knew very well that the recent psychological changes were very serious and had reached a very dangerous point. In his memory,
Zhang Yang always wanted to forcefully change his behavior. Many times, Zhang Yang had the idea of using Liu Biao and Aze.
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 everything at once, wants to be like the long-haired middle-aged man who waved his hand and wiped out millions of battleships... But when Zhang Yang was given a 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 people who will provide you with a roof over your head when you are desperate!
If a man has no friends, he is a failure!
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 tight space by three big men, I felt dizzy and had difficulty breathing...
After a while of fighting, Zhang Yang was in a much better mood. It was none of his business what a different space, a big man in golden armor, or a million battleships!
People crowded around Zhang Yang and walked towards their newly built house. This 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. The colloquialism is very serious, so the old man also taught some English and Chinese knowledge during the brainwashing.
When walking into the village, Liu Biao, Aze, and the old man were always surrounding Zhang Yang, standing out from 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 status has been quite consolidated and his influence has surpassed Endebur's.
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 do it. 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 perfect 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 get such strong support from the tribe. Now, the entire tribe of Endebure has unconditional support for the old man. They
The only thing I hope for is that my 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 two hundred kilometers in this village, almost all electricity, communications, and transportation have been paralyzed... This is a very large hall with black floor tiles.
It feels very dignified and solemn.
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.
There is a root-carved coffee table, antique wooden chairs, and a complete set of tea sets. On the wall, there are some copied Chinese landscape paintings. Next to the wall, there is an antique shelf with some Chinese handicrafts... "How about it?"
The old man hugged the old woman beside him and said proudly.
"That's right...Old man, there are so many 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. Many times, he really envied the love between the old man and the old woman. This kind of love was very weak, but it was very 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 aroma 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 tea cups 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 even worse than his own, and he never allowed the old woman to participate in any decision-making.
In the words of the old man: Everything changes once a woman intervenes. As a woman, it’s better to be a good wife and mother!
"Old man, how have you been lately?" After everyone drank the tea, Zhang Yang glanced at the disappearing old woman.
"Fortunately...I'm ready 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 possible. It is recommended to give birth, otherwise it will be more dangerous..." The old man had a fever on his face.
"Then...congratulations..."
Zhang Yang glanced blankly at Liu Biao and Aze who were snickering, not knowing what to say.
"Hehe, no need, no need, you are all the godfathers of this child, so his growth depends on you." The old man chuckled.
"Hey...he is our equal, okay? You are already over sixty..." Liu Biao was startled. Although he usually looked before the old man, but subconsciously, he still regarded the old man as his elder.
Yes, besides, the age gap is too big. Even if Liu Biao wanted to treat the old man as a brother, he would 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, unable to speak.
"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 sixty years old, and he was definitely not equipped to raise an unborn child. When the child was twenty years old, he would already be over eighty 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 annihilation plan had succeeded.
"Old man, how is the village lately?" Finally, the conversation got to the point.
"Not bad. The people here are simple and honest. As long as there are some benefits, some means, and some religious ideas, it is easy to win the hearts of the people. You should have seen it on the way back. The construction here has basically taken a certain shape. I believe it will not take half a year.
There will be results when the time comes..."
"How is the killer's 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. However, they can't even pass the cultural class. To be a killer, you not only need to be able to play with guns, but also learn fighting skills.
They speak the languages of many countries and need to know some computer knowledge... There is no way for them to go out to perform tasks for the time being, but it is 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 regarded training killers as too simple. He didn't expect that being a killer was so complicated. However, if he thought about it carefully, it was true. An excellent killer not only needs to be able to kill people. 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 they are arranged to go to a strange place,
The state was on a mission to kill someone, and he probably got lost before the person was found... However, Zhang Yang was pleased that kidnapping an oil tanker in the sea did not require any technical skills, as long as the weapons and crime tools were advanced, at least, Aden
You can find enough funds and don't have to worry about stopping training and construction due to lack of funds.
"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 do not allow it. Many construction machinery here
None... By the way, this time we smuggled a batch of seed crops from China and have 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 is a strategic issue, which is different from the construction of the village. Endebure must be guarded against and cannot be 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 but frown. Even before it started, there were already hostile forces. This feeling made him feel very bad.
"It's my former force." 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.
In addition to the intensive construction in the village, the young men 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 two hundred thousand dollars." Zhang Yang said calmly.
Looking at the surprised Endebure, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh. After all, this pirate was not someone who wanted to do 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
It is possible to seize a tanker without even realizing it.
"yes!"
Enderbur was startled and stood up suddenly.
Ever since Zhang Yang came back, Endebure had 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 was so different in every move he made.
Full of undoubted majesty, those pale eyes seemed to be able to see through his internal organs. In fact, not only him, but also the old man, A Ze, and Liu Biao all felt the 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 publicity feels more substantial, just like ancient Chinese antiques, with profound cultural deposits.
Nowadays, the air of publicity and power is stronger, and the murderous intention 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 Enderbull 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 have 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.
, it also created 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 character: fickle!
Of course, no matter how fickle it 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. Wuwu... Zhang Yang, it's so miserable. I've been here for more than two months, and I actually...
I didn't see a young girl, even if I met her by chance, her face would be covered... The old man said 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.
Already..."
"No need to complain, we can return to City C soon!"
Liu Biao's eyes turned red as he talked. Zhang Yang believed that if he hadn't interrupted him, he would have burst into tears.
"Hahaha... Okay, I'm going to the provincial capital, and I want to see Miss Xiaoqing, hehe..." Liu Biao had a silvery smile on his face, which made 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..."
