Africa, Sudan, 5pm local time.
The fully loaded convoy finally caught up with their group of women and children, but it was not time to stop yet. They still had to drive all night until they reached the second camp they had already investigated.
This camp site was determined after they had investigated it for a long time. Compared with the previous valley, it was almost equally hidden. The water source there was more abundant and some simple crops could be grown instead of all the other places. Rely on buying.
"Teacher, we are back!"
When Ahmed saw the old man with a white beard sitting on the cart, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked:
"Didn't you encounter any problems?"
The old man with a white beard shook his head, then looked at Ahmed and asked quickly:
"No, it was very safe all the way."
"What are the casualties?"
For such an armed team, the number of young men is limited, and there is no way to rely on reproduction to continuously replenish warriors like a tribe. If too many people are lost in the battle, they can only find ways to recruit warriors.
It is difficult to fully trust the newly recruited personnel, and even if too many are recruited at one time, it is easy for the doves to occupy the magpie's nest.
Therefore, the various armed groups on African soil are like weeds. They wither one by one when the dry season comes, and grow again when the rainy season comes. They are endless and endless, and the melees and wars never stop.
"It's unbelievable, teacher. We only lost fifty-two soldiers in total and we won this victory."
"And the enemy has at least killed more than 600 people!"
"And among the dead, we found a white man in a suit with incomplete limbs. Comparing the photos, we determined that he was the American Davis mentioned by the stranger, the Marine Corps major."
"Perhaps because of his death, the mercenaries completely lost their fighting spirit. After blowing up several trucks, they began to run away. They had no fighting spirit at all and no further counterattack."
"Let us get the loot smoothly!"
Hearing what Ahmed said, the old man with a white beard showed a surprised expression, and then couldn't help but sigh:
"To be honest, I originally thought at least three hundred people would die."
"As long as the number of casualties is less than 500, and we can get part of the supplies, it's not a loss!"
"But I didn't expect that I would get so much supplies at such a small price, which far exceeded my expectations. It was such a rich hunt!"
Regarding what the old man with the white beard said, Ahmed looked quite excited and said with a smile:
"We were able to win so easily, and those strangers who supported us with weapons played a crucial role!"
"Especially the super-large-caliber mortar. In our first round of shooting, I suspect it caused serious injuries and deaths to at least 200 enemy people. It also greatly weakened the combat capabilities of others."
"Of course, grenade weapons are also very effective. The intensive firepower causes great damage to the enemy."
"The most important thing is that this kind of weapon does not require precise aiming. It only needs to be fired almost. It is very suitable for our soldiers to use. It can even be thrown behind a bunker without exposing the head."
Having said this, Ahmed shook his head regretfully and said:
"It's a pity that at least 70% of the grenades were consumed in this battle, and they must be used sparingly in the future."
"If we can contact that Chinese factory, or go to China to attend a trade fair, we can use the gold in our hands to exchange for a large number of weapons from them."
"Teacher, maybe we should set up a tribe first and recruit some civilians instead of warriors, so at least we have a status."
"Maybe in the future we can grow bigger and become a larger tribe."
"What do you think?"
Regarding Ahmed's statement, the white-bearded old man nodded and said:
"You're right."
“We really need a piece of land where the roots are taking root and sprouting.”
"The movement over the years has shown that it is impossible to achieve our goal of national restoration by force alone."
"We need some time to settle down!"
In the land of Africa, many countries were initially captured and established by armed groups. Many countries even broke free from colonists and feudal rulers by relying on the rebellion of the troops. Therefore, countless countries are also ruled by military governments.
For example, Libya's Colonel Kadzo, whose rise to power was bizarre and exciting, was also a soldier and relied on "rebellion" to rise and ascend to the throne.
In the past, relying on armed rebellion to seize a country was the dream of countless wandering armed groups, and it is obvious that Ahmed is no exception, but now, they seem to have slightly different ideas.
The little breeze that a small war in Africa stirs up cannot reach China.
Quancheng.
October 1st is the National Day. Starting at around 7 a.m. in the morning, countless units have started various forms of celebration activities. People marching and celebrating can be seen everywhere on the streets, and the whole city is permeated with a joyful atmosphere.
"The east is red, the sun is rising"
If one of these celebrating groups and teams is the most unique, unique and eye-catching, it is certainly the parade of the Red Star Federation, which is different from other parades that just hold banners and carry red flags.
The Red Star Alliance sent out a convoy, not an ordinary convoy. The three large trucks in front were decorated with red banners, red ribbons, big red flowers, and big red letters. It was called a prosperous one.
The key is that there is a performance in the carriage!
In the bed of the first big truck, there is a gong and drum team, and the sound of the gongs and drums is very lively. In the second truck, there are singers singing solo, sometimes a young and beautiful girl, sometimes a charming little daughter-in-law. Er, sometimes a worker brother in his forties, has an authentic baritone and bass, and he sings all the popular red songs of this era, which instantly brings the atmosphere to a climax.
Inside the last truck were two red lion dances, constantly performing movements, which looked quite interesting.
Of course, the parade of the Red Star Federation is definitely more than that. Behind these three trucks, there are also three rows of ten rows of motorcycles trailing behind them. Naturally, they are riding Red Star adv motorcycles. There are vertical sticks on the back of each vehicle. There was a medium red flag, and the truck was moving forward at a leisurely pace. The drivers on it were all young men in their twenties. They all had good looks, and coupled with their unsmiling looks, they were handsome!
Half past eight in the morning.
The parade of the Red Star Federation has become the most dazzling star in several nearby streets!
There were so many people who came to watch, the roads were almost blocked, and the sound of noisy discussions and applause could be heard endlessly. For a while, the scene was even more lively than the Chinese New Year.
"Hiss? Red Star Federation? Which unit is this?"
"You don't even know this, it's the unit that produces Red Star adv motorcycles! Can't you see so many motorcycles behind you?"
"Huh? I came from the front and didn't see it! The game yesterday was really interesting!"
"Isn't it? I watched the replay twice. When I went to bed at night, it was still a racing scene. I dreamed that I was riding a Red Star motorcycle and running with a bang, hahaha!"
"What motorcycle race? Why don't I know about it? Someone who knows can tell me."
"You don't know this? You don't know about the Red Star Cup Rally? Huh? You are behind the times!"
"As expected of a factory that can produce Red Star adv motorcycles, it's just different. Look at the celebration they held, it's so interesting!"
"Isn't that right! I think every unit should learn from the Red Star Factory! It enriches the cultural life of the masses!"
"Yes, the celebration in our factory is simply boring. We stick red paper on sorghum poles to make small flags, and then a group of people hold them in a parade. It's embarrassing!"
"By the way, where do you sell Red Star motorcycles? I don't know how much they cost!"
"Didn't you see yesterday's preview? In the square in front of the People's Department Store, there will be a trade fair today and tomorrow. From now on, there will be stalls in the department store and their after-sales repair shop, which is right next to the department store."
"Hey, let me go take a look!"
Along with the discussion of the crowd, the news of the sale of Red Star Motorcycles became almost unknown to everyone. There was no need for Wang Ye to engage in the big loudspeaker mode like before, making noise and annoying people.
At 8:30 in the morning, the Provincial Party Committee Building.
In the office, Xu Shuji, who had just started working, was listening to his secretary's work report when he suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums coming from outside the window, accompanied by sweet singing.
"A big river with wide waves~"
"The wind blows the rice flowers, and the fragrance is fragrant on both sides~"
Hearing this voice, the gray-haired Xu Shuji was stunned for a moment, and the secretary stopped talking. After a few seconds, he seemed to suddenly think of something, waved his hand to the secretary casually, stood up and looked out the window. I couldn't help but laugh!
"This boy is really interesting!"
"The propaganda truck drove directly to the door of the Provincial Party Committee Building?"
"But fortunately, I didn't shout those random slogans. It was just a celebration performance, and no one has anything to say about it!"
Regarding the launch of Red Star motorcycles, both the Provincial Party Committee of Luqi Province and the Municipal Party Committee of Quancheng City are aware of it. After all, the venue for the exhibition is coordinated and arranged by the Municipal Party Committee and has been reported to the province, and the Red Star Consortium is currently The province's largest foreign exchange earner and pacesetter, to put it bluntly, would normally be treated as the God of Wealth, but I didn't dare to treat him lightly, for fear of causing some trouble.
Therefore, as far as the province is concerned, everything that can be arranged will naturally be arranged. As long as the trouble is not too much, everything will be provided without any objection.
"Okay, put it on my table!"
"Arrange a car for me and call Jinsong from the National Defense Management Office. He is in charge of the Red Star Alliance."
"Let's go over and have a look!"
Then Xu Shuji gave the order, and the secretary said "Hey" and went to make arrangements. As for Director Liang's office, it was also in the Provincial Party Committee Building, so he called over quickly.
at the same time.
Just when the provincial leaders and Director Liang were going to the exhibition site to take a look at the sales situation.
At the Quancheng City Committee, Feng Shuji, who had just started working on the city side, was looking down at documents. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and he said without looking up:
"Come in!"
Following Feng Shuji's voice, a secretary opened the office door and explained:
"Shuji, Director Bai of Qingqi is here and wants to see you."
"Looks like he's here to pour out his sorrows!"
Hearing his secretary say this, Feng Shuji couldn't help laughing and asked at the same time:
"What does he have to complain about? I also watched yesterday's game, and I think it was pretty good. If this game is held in our Quan City area in the future, we must try our best to cooperate."
"Besides, they didn't use any tricks. If it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't work!"
“Qingqi 15 only has a displacement of 50cc, so it’s good to be able to finish the race!”
"Do you still want to win the championship?"
Regarding Feng Shuji's statement, the secretary agreed with it and said:
"Director Bai and I said the same thing, but Director Bai didn't leave, and Director Bai felt aggrieved."
"In the entire competition, their displacement is the smallest. Isn't it like treating them as the bottom? Isn't this bullying?"
"They are all from the same province, how can they do this?"
Finally, the secretary described what Qingqi Director Bai complained about. Feng Shuji snorted coldly, then waved his hand and said:
"Okay, let him come over and I'll have a chat with him."
"Let's see what he has to say!"
After a while, a tall and thin middle-aged man walked in. As soon as he came in, he said:
"Shuji, you have to give us justice!"
"As the factory director, I can't do my job anymore! Their Red Star Machinery Factory is too bullying. Even if they are a large foreign exchange earner, they can't do this, right?"
"After all, they are all from the same province. It's okay for him to engage in Jialing Qingqi. What's the point of dragging us along?"
"Isn't this asking us to act as a foil for them?"
"They are all making motorcycles, how could they do this?"
Regarding Director Bai's bitterness, Feng Shuji's face looked expressionless, and he couldn't see any emotion. He just asked in a straightforward manner:
"Motorcycles? Are you considered a manufacturer of motorcycles?"
"What's the name of your factory?"
As soon as these words came out, the factory director surnamed Bai's face turned ugly. He hesitated and said:
"State-owned Quancheng Motorized Bicycle Factory."
In fact, although Quancheng Qingqi is generally called Qingqi and can produce small-displacement Qingqi motorcycles such as the Qingqi 15, the name of Qingqi now is not really Qingqi, but the state-owned Quancheng Motorized Bicycle Factory.
Hearing this, Feng Shuji's face suddenly dropped, and he said extremely unhappy:
"Director Bai, what on earth did you do?"
"Forget it that I didn't cause any trouble for you, are you still here to blame me?"
"How does Hongxing Factory generate foreign exchange? It only took them half a year to produce a motorcycle like this. How about you?"
"In the 1950s, from a bicycle parts factory to a moped factory, after all these years, what good products have you produced for us? A black madam who is not even a motorcycle?"
"In the past two years, apart from asking me for foreign exchange and buying imported production lines, what else have you done?"
"Where do you have the face now to come to me and complain!"
At that moment, when faced with Feng Shuji's questioning, Director Bai looked panicked. He slurred his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't. After all, ordinary people don't know how the Red Star Factory started. , but this kind of state-owned factory is still somewhat controversial.
Although it is not very detailed, one thing is certain, that is, the rise of Red Star Factory is definitely not due to the subsidies given by the country, province, and city. It is purely because of it!
"Go back and think about it carefully!"
Then Feng Shuji waved his hand, and Factory Director Bai bowed his head and left as if he had been granted amnesty.
When Feng Shuji was the only one left in the office again, Feng Shuji's eyes flashed slightly, earning foreign exchange, which province doesn't want to earn foreign exchange? Economic economy, which city doesn’t want to engage in economic development? But if it can’t be done, who can do anything?
"If the Red Star Alliance can eat Qingqi, it will be considered a connection with our Quancheng."
“It’s easy to say that we will increase production and expand production or even build another factory in the future!”
Finally, Secretary Feng couldn't help but sigh to himself in a low voice.
