African Entrepreneurship Records

  Chapter 214 My own, don't shoot?

   Morning and evening.

  Late at night, in the Kingdom of Kazenbe, a pale moon hung in the sky, bringing a gleam of light, shining on a clearing in a dense forest two kilometers away from the capital.

   "The troops rested for three hours first. After walking for a day, the men and horses were exhausted, and they fed the horses enough fodder. After three hours, they marched towards the capital of Kazenbe, and launched an attack directly when the sky was slightly bright."

   "Yes, Battalion Commander!"

   "There are many mosquitoes in the field, and the ground is humid. I think everyone should gather in a tent as much as possible to keep warm." The battalion staff officer said.

   "Well, let them close the account!"

  After a day's journey, the soldiers of the East African First Cavalry Battalion were exhausted physically and mentally. They simply put up the rainproof cloth and set up a simple tent.

  Find some dry firewood and hay, throw it on the ground casually, and a few people gather together and fall asleep.

  The groom couldn’t sleep yet. In order to fight smoothly the next day, he lit a special outdoor mosquito-repellent incense, opened the mat and sat down to wrap the horse’s grass. He put a handful of corn and soybeans in a knot, and then stuffed them into the horse’s mouth.

  …

   Battalion Staff Officer Rawls took out his pocket watch from his inner pocket and looked at the time. It was already 3:25, and the sky was still relatively dark. He pushed to wake the battalion commander who was sleeping beside him.

   "Andrew, wake up, you can act now!"

  Andrew rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned.

   "Rawls, what time is it?"

   "It's 3:25 East African Time."

"The time here is a bit later than the first town, and the sun should also appear later. Let's control the marching speed. I think there will be an extra 20 minutes. We will arrive at the center of the Kazenbe Kingdom before dawn. .”

   "No problem, wake up everyone now, just wake them up on the road later."

  The cooking class has already cooked hot porridge in a marching pot, adding dried chili, dried bacon and unknown wild vegetables.

  The night in Africa cooled down so badly that the soldiers’ bones were cold after a night of torment. After drinking a sip of hot porridge listlessly, a warm current surged into their hearts instantly.

   "It would be great if we didn't add chili! It's too spicy, ha... hiss..."

   "I feel very good, with a spicy taste, and I feel a lot of energy in an instant, as if I can feel my whole body alive again."

  …

The groom and the cooking squad were left to rest here, and the East African First Cavalry Battalion went into battle lightly. The distance of two kilometers is four miles, which is not too far. They led the horses and slowly walked towards the capital of Kazengbei under the thin moonlight. and go.

   "Report to the battalion commander, about 500 meters ahead is the capital of the Kazenbe Kingdom!" The scout came back and reported.

  In the era when there was no light, Kazenbe, the capital of the African kingdom, was also integrated with the darkness. It is really hard to find if you don’t look carefully.

  Rolls took out his pocket watch and checked the time with the help of moonlight.

   "Nineteen minutes past four."

   "Get ready for battle! Now make the last technical adjustment, check the horses and firearms, and launch an attack in eleven minutes." Andre ordered.

  Four thirty.

   "Everyone on horseback, get ready!"

   "Attack!"

   At 4:30, there was already a faint light floating on the eastern horizon, but the Kazenbe people were still asleep.

  Working at sunrise and resting at sunset is a portrayal of East Africans, but it is somewhat difficult for the indigenous people.

  Wake up so early, count the stars and look at the moon? Even when the sun was rising, there was no field to watch over, so I continued to sleep.

   "Boom..." The sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded.

   "Enemy attack?"

  The East African cavalry had already crossed the block and approached the king city. The so-called king city has a low stone wall. Andrew shot at the guard at the fence of the stone wall.

  The Kazenbe guards had already started to panic, they shouted: "The Portuguese are coming, the Portuguese are rioting!"

  The civilians in Kazenbe dare not go out in the huts. They have seen the power of muskets before. Most Portuguese caravans carry these things.

   "Mr. Santos! The big thing is bad. There was a riot in the capital of Kazenbe." A younger brother hurriedly came to report.

   Santos is wearing clothes.

   "Do you know which force did it?"

   "Not sure, but I heard the Kazenbe shouting that it was our own actions."

   "Owner?"

   "Yes, they say the Portuguese started the riot."

  Santos said embarrassingly: "We are not notified of such a big action, how can they make their own claims? This is not treating us as their own?"

   "Mr. Santos, we are new here after all, could this be the previous plan!" said the subordinate uncertainly.

   "Fart! It's not difficult to beat a native? It's okay to let us know, even without a notification, I think they just want to take it all!"

   "Mr. Santos, what shall we do next?"

  "They want to monopolize it all, but we can't let them succeed, otherwise when it comes to sharing the spoils, we will definitely be kicked out in advance."

  Santos walked around with his hands behind his back, and said, "Gather our men and horses together. They want to monopolize them. We insist on getting in. When the time comes, the Kazenbe Kingdom will not lose our share."

   "Yes, boss."

   Soon, more than 80 guns under Santos gathered.

   "Brothers, get rich today, come with me for the benefit of the Kingdom of Kazenbe!"

  …

  At this time, Andrew and others had already entered the palace, and the poor King Kazenbe was held in Andrew's hands like a little chicken.

   "Bang bang bang..."

   "What's going on, why did the gunfire suddenly become dense again?" Rawls asked.

  A small soldier broke in suddenly: "Report to the battalion commander, there are unknown armed forces suddenly attacking us, and our people have already exchanged fire with them!"

   "How many enemies are there?"

   "About a hundred or so people, and their weapons are not bad, they should not be natives of the Kazenbe Kingdom."

   "I really took the courage of the ambitious leopard. I ordered me to wipe out this group of enemies, and at the same time I captured their leader alive. I want to see who is so courageous that the number 100 dares to attack our department."

"yes."

  …

   "Asshole! How did they open fire on us? Could it be that they want to blackmail black?"

  Because it was not yet dawn, Santos could not see clearly what was inside the city. While firing back fire, Santos shouted: "Brothers, are you one of us? Don't shoot!"

   "What kind of bird language are you talking about?"

   "Anyway, it's an aborigine, don't care what he says! If you dare to come to support, it is probably the elite troops of the Kazenbe Kingdom, and it will be over if you fight hard."

  The only response to Santos was the continuous gunshots. Seeing the boys around him fall down one by one, he was completely red-eyed. This is all his own capital!

   "Devil? I will fight with you!"

  Santos left the bunker, picked up the gun and was about to aim, "bang", was hit by a shot in his right leg, and fell to the ground in pain.

"ah!"

  The battle was one-sided, and soon after dawn, the East African cavalry began to sweep the battlefield.

  The disheartened Santos was driven to the front of Battalion Commander Andrew.

   "Report to the battalion commander, this person is their leader."

  Santos looked at the familiar Prussian military uniform, and a mixed feeling came to his heart, and he said nonsense: "Fake, haha, it's all fake, Prussian barbarian, friendly army, eating alone, I'm just a joke..."

  Andre squatted on the ground and took a picture of Santos' face: "What's your name? You belong to that force, who appointed you?"

  Santos' eyes were lax, and he repeated: "Fake, barbarian, friendly army..."

   Poor Santos is crazy.

  (end of this chapter)