MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1563 Order on the prairie

Even Jiang Chen did not expect that he would talk about it casually, and really let him say this crow mouth. After hurriedly finished eating lunch, Xiaorou took about five minutes to put on a warm clothes and walked back to the end of the world through the portal.

As for what happened specifically.

Let's turn the time back to a day ago.

The end of the world, Africa, near Lake Victoria.

On the road across the grasslands, a truck ran on the road and rolled up behind the dust. Soldiers armed with live ammunition on the truck, tons of supplies directly from the port to the Na Africa Development Zone, this scene has almost become the most unique landscape on this prairie.

Not long ago, people in the future have developed a harvest of the first season crops they have planted since they arrived in Africa.

Nearly 400,000 tons of rice, and economic crops such as ten thousand tons of sugar cane, cocoa, and cotton, let future people develop Feng Yuan, an African manager, excitedly and even could not help but kneel down and kiss the soil under their feet.

No way, people are hungry for a long time.

He hasn't seen it for a long time, and the kind of golden look that can't be seen.

According to the agreement, in the future, people will develop and develop one million mu of land, and each year they will pay a tax of one million mu of land to the chieftain. In order to ensure that the people of na did not work on the land area, the Grand Chief even sent his trusted wizard Lusangbo, who was stationed in the Lake Victoria Development Zone to supervise the statistics of the land area of ​​the people.

An acre of land pays 800 kilograms of rice or corn per year, and does not mention the boxes of orange, yellow and yellow bullets that rob the sorcerer and the tens of thousands of acres of "hazard fields" that are blackened. The future development of people will certainly not be stupid. Use "cheap" food to pay the bill.

Five hundred boxes of military supplies were sent to the palace of the Grand Chief, plus a few power armor and a few boxes of specialties from the North American side. The Grand Chief quickly got a breeze and patted Feng Yuan’s shoulders to call the Asian people to be African people. Good friend.

Feng Yuan is embarrassed to blush.

In the half year period, the development zone, which originally had only a dozen tents, has grown to the scale of today's fertile land.

The 10-meter-high concrete wall surrounds the settlement, and the Peugeot's concrete apartment building rises from the ground and looks like a fortress standing on a hill. An artificial canal extends southward from the shores of Lake Victoria to create a square of farmland.

Every two hundred meters, it is a sentry tower with heavy machine guns or other fixed weapons on the tower and a sentinel standing next to it.

More than 500 employees live in the wall, in addition to more than 4,000 slaves with different skin colors.

But even slaves, these people's lives are definitely better than other slaves on the African continent. As long as you are not lazy and complete tasks on time every day, people who develop in the future will not let them go hungry.

In addition, there are special people who teach them how to use machinery, teach them how to grow the land, and how to fertilize the land. They don't have to carry a bucket of water to the ground, and they don't have to work hard to save a lot of money. The efficiency is also higher than before.

The clever and diligent person, as well as the opportunity to break away from the identity of the slave, became the superintendent of the slaves, and from one to the bourgeoisie to the accomplices of the proletariat. Everyone is very motivated, but Feng Yuan feels that he has slacked a lot when he first came here.

No way, this day is a pleasant thing.

Every day, instead of driving a cross-country vehicle around the field for two laps, he took the shotgun and Lusangbo, the native wizard, to go out and play some game. Occasionally, the Grand Chiefs hold a court banquet, which is one of the few entertainments. Women don't have to worry about it. Don't say that the big chief is happy when he is happy. He will reward him with any return and return. The slave market can also pick up some good good goods.

Asians are more refined in aesthetics than Africans. In the African aesthetics, the mouth is thick and big. The stock is a beautiful woman. It is not very picky about the five senses, and there is no standard concept at all. This has led to those who are poor in size but exquisite in the five senses. They are always left behind. Not only does Feng Yuan like to go to the slave market in Mombasa, but many formal employees in the development zone also have this hobby.

Of course, this is not to say that Feng Yuan did not do anything right, his credit is still very big.

For example, the road from the Lake Victoria Development Zone to the port, and even the latest berths and cranes in the port, will be built in the future.

The Zhao Group has made a fortune by relying on the cement business. Some of the construction teams that have gone to Africa with the development of future people have also earned a lot of money. It’s the popular footsteps of African businessmen because of “unruly”. The Future People Group did not let them make any money at all.

Ghosts will let them make money!

The people of na are not stupid.

A bag of cement can sell two bags of cement, and the Zhao Group will be able to pull the cost of cement from Wanghai City. And that cement supply is simply a question of how long their factory has not started, and how long the local construction team has not been able to pick up.

However, there is a point that Feng Yuan did not expect it.

The African merchants...or the tribes who do business, most of them are not well-managed, not because they are lazy, but because doing business itself is only their sideline business, and the bandit’s business is their main business.

Bloody survival is eliminated, this is the normal state on the prairie.

Feng Yuan profoundly realized this on the first Sunday of the development of the last acre of land in the development zone.

As usual, Feng Yuan threw the shotgun into the off-road trunk and pulled Lusamba, the native wizard and two guards, to prepare for the game on the African savannah. However, the car had not yet drove out, and they were forced back by the alarm sound of the colony.

"what's the situation."

Jumping from the car, Feng Yuan caught an officer running to the wall and hurriedly asked.

“Report! Our food team was unarmed and armed. Twenty employees in ten trucks and cars were taken hostage. Ten bodyguards, eight of whom were killed...”

Feng Yuan was stunned. He now doesn't care about the dozens of tons of food on the car, but the lives of the 20 employees. If it is a human life, his development zone manager must be responsible.

"What about mercenaries?!"

"They said that the tribe was a relative of the Grand Chief. They didn't dare to confront them. We resisted the end, but we couldn't hold them too much." The officer gnashed his teeth.

Not to mention that the officer is angry, Feng Yuan is even more angry.

The rewards of these rabbit scorpions are not taken less, so that when they go to play, they are more than one. If it is in the city of Wanghai, even if it is a rotten mercenary group, it will not say that a shot will not leave the customer to turn around and run, the goods can not be guaranteed, even if people are not guaranteed!

"Report! Two kilometers ahead, unidentified armed forces are approaching!"

The wall was shouting.

The officer looked anxiously at Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan immediately noticed and said quickly.

"Hurry up and go with you."

"Yes!" The officer performed a military ceremony and ran towards the stairs.

Biting his teeth, Feng Yuan glanced at Lusangbo, who was calm and calm, and called the native wizard to join the wall. The telescope was taken from the soldier next to him and looked in the direction of the road.

It doesn't matter if you look at it. After reading it, Feng Yuan's face suddenly changed.

In the past, it was not that there were no armed men who ran to find things, but the number was often only two or three trucks, and no more than twenty guns. The sentinel on the sentry tower swept past the machine guns, and the people fled the birds and beasts.

However, now, looking at the dust in the distance, Feng Yuan could not help but play the drum.

There are 30 trucks on the opposite side. There are no heavy weapons on the car. I don’t know if there are heavy weapons on the car. But with his knowledge of the African continent, the more trucks there are, the stronger the strength. Moreover, these people have chosen the sensitive time point when the development zone just finished harvesting the first crop.

There is no doubt that the opposite is well prepared.