Kikwete, who returned from studying in China, only has the honorary title of "general" and does not have any real power.
In fact, the only people he can command are his pro-army, in other words, the "tribal army", because in Africa tribes are the most basic "political power", and several tribes compromise in the collision and finally form a country.
Therefore, behind Kikwit is mainly the tribe from which he came.
"Order the people at the port to immediately transport the goods to the arsenal in the suburbs and ensure confidentiality and security along the way."
“There must be no problem with this batch of goods!”
In an instant, Kikwete became excited and stood up directly to give orders.
Now, because of his further studies in China, he has lost all his official positions, and the appointment certificate has been delayed. This must be the reason why many parties are competing. After all, Tanzania is also divided into many factions and tribes, and he holds important positions. Quan's official position is like a carrot and a pit. If Kikwete wants to occupy a pit, a carrot must give way.
Now, at the critical stage of the stalemate game, if we can gain some advantage through gas tanks, maybe everything will be different. How could Kikwit not be excited about this?
"Yes! General!"
The guard nodded and left.
After the personal guards left, Kikwete walked around the office excitedly for several times. At the same time, a plan had been formed in his mind. He was going to use a gas tank to create a political show to help him return to the center of power!
The waiting time was always so long that Kikwete had no intention of working in the office until two o'clock in the afternoon.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk!"
Accompanied by the knock on the door again, Kikwete was startled, and then shouted:
"Come in!"
The tall guard came in. He saluted and said:
"Report to the general, the goods will be delivered to the arsenal soon."
"It'll probably take another hour."
Hearing what the personal guard said, Kikwete, who had been restless for a long time, stood up directly, put on his armed belt and waved his hand and said:
"Go to the arsenal! Let's go now!"
A moment later, Kikwete's convoy set off and headed straight for the outer suburbs of the capital, Dodoma. After driving for more than an hour, the convoy completely left the city and entered the flat wilderness.
Finally, an hour and a half later, an "arsenal" surrounded by thick and tall rammed earth walls appeared!
At the gate, there were many large trucks parked, and busy workers were unloading metal gas tanks one after another from the trucks and transporting them to the rammed earth wall.
"General! General!"
As the Kikwit motorcade drove into the fence, black uncles in military uniforms and guns were constantly saluting and saying hello. Inside the fence, there were only a large number of brick-and-tile structures, which could be regarded as "earth workshops" at most, which were very different from factories. Far.
And this is one of the few "arsenals" that Kikwit currently controls. Of course, it is basically impossible to manufacture any weapons from scratch here. It can only repair weapons and vehicles for Kikwit's soldiers, or use scraps. assemble weapons and vehicles from parts, as well as produce some simple explosives.
"Report to the General! Half of the cargo has been unloaded, and it will take another half an hour to completely unload it."
"We found this thing among the cargo."
When the car stopped and Kikwete got out of the car, an unusually burly black man in military uniform who was at least two meters tall came over and said this. At the same time, he took out a pamphlet and handed it over respectfully.
Kikweit took the book and took a look. On the cover, there were "Instructions for Use Contraindications" written in black letters on a white background. There were also corresponding English translations. When he opened it, he found that it was similar to the document Wang Ye had given him before, except that But more detailed.
"Did you show it to old Quill?"
"Is it difficult to produce? Can it be produced as soon as possible? How long will it take?"
Kikwete held back his smile and asked. The strong man nodded and said:
"I've already seen it. Old Quill said it's not difficult."
"It takes up to half an hour to produce one. Once you become proficient, you can do it even faster."
Hearing what the strong man said, Kikwete waved his hand and said:
"Start production immediately, I want to see the test!"
Following Kikwete's order, the entire "arsenal" became busy. Perhaps to ensure that there would be no problems, the chief engineer of the arsenal named Old Quill stepped in.
at the same time.
Just when Old Quayle was producing gas tank mortars in violation of the instructions, the strong man who managed the entire arsenal also led a group of black uncles and was setting up the experimental site. To put it bluntly, it was an open space next to a huge mound of soil, with nails on the ground. Many bowls of wood were made of bullet-marked wood to simulate human bodies to measure lethality.
Soon, the time came to four o'clock in the afternoon.
All the gas tanks have been removed from the car and transported to the warehouse for storage, and the first gas tank bomb has finally been produced!
"Ready for the test!"
Seeing the assembled bomb that was almost completely unrelated to the gas tank, Kikweite nodded and said.
"yes!"
The strong man nodded, directly picked up the gas tank, and then installed it on the fixed launcher. Then he walked towards Kikwit and said with a flattering expression:
"General, it has been installed. Now just ignite it and the bomb will fly to the target."
"As the first weapon produced by our Harihardo Arsenal."
"I think it's you who should light the fire!"
Hearing what the strong man said, Kikwete almost couldn't help but take out his pistol and give it to him. Such a terrifying thing, his leader was mounted on the horse in the first test. Isn't this a spy sent by the enemy? Assassination?
But in a second thought, Kikwete controlled his impulse and understood that this guy who was covered in muscles probably didn't have so many ideas!
"Ahem! You are the person in charge of the arsenal."
"I think it's better for you to light it, Mucha, go ahead!"
Hearing what Kikwete said, the strong man named Mucha didn't think much at all. He nodded with great honor and said:
"Yes! General!"
Then he strode over, took out a match, struck it, and lit the fuse behind the gas tank!
Accompanied by the hissing sound of the fuse, he walked back leisurely. Seeing this scene, Kikwete sighed secretly. He had been away for a year, so why did his subordinates become more and more stupid?
"boom!"
Just when the strong man walked less than ten meters, there was an explosion behind him!
With a loud noise and a flash of fire, the gas tank jumped directly into the air and headed straight for the target more than 500 meters away!
"boom!"
The next second, a violent explosion occurred in front of the mound!
The soil was thrown high into the sky, and the broken wood fragments turned into storms and swept around. The sound of breaking wood could be heard all the time, and powerful air waves came directly towards the face!
"Damn it! This is too powerful!"
When the smoke and dust settled, everyone in Kikwit walked into the shooting range. They saw dozens of thick wooden stakes stuck on the ground. The ones within twenty meters of the center were all broken, and the wooden stakes within a hundred meters were also broken. It was swaying here and there, covered with iron nails, steel balls and other debris!
"Pari, how do you feel?"
Seeing this scene, Kikwete asked his bodyguard, a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time. The bodyguard was also full of amazement and couldn't help but nodded and said:
"It's too strong! Unless it's a tank, even if you're hiding in a car, you'll die!"
"This is definitely the god of death that reaps the lives of infantrymen!"
Hearing the praise from his bodyguard, Kikwete couldn't help laughing and said:
"Okay! Very good! My friend didn't cheat on me!"
"What a powerful weapon!"
"Muha, order Old Quill to lead the workers to continue producing this kind of bomb."
"I need at least ten before tomorrow!"
The strong man nodded quickly and said yes. At the same time, Kikwete turned to his personal guard Pari and said:
"Let's go back to the city. When we get back, you will do it in my name."
"Issuing invitations to the president, generals, and other high-level officials, just say that our self-manufactured heavy mortar in Tanzania has been successful today!"
"Invite them to come over and observe the test!"
The personal guard, who also served as Kikwete’s secretary part-time, nodded and said:
"yes!"
Kikwete then left the arsenal, and he planned to use this viewing event as a stepping stone to return to the political center!
