African Entrepreneurship Records

  Chapter 75 The Great Escape

   Early morning.

  The sun slowly rises from the horizon.

  The fiery red sun illuminates the grasslands of the entire East African land, and the animals are grazing with their heads down.

  Suddenly, their sensitive ears perked up, and they moved slightly.

   There was a rush of footsteps in the distance.

   "Boom...boom...boom..."

  The sound of gunfire disturbed the tranquility of the grassland.

  The animals that had never heard gunshots were still in a dazed state, staring at the west vigilantly.

   Soon, a group of people appeared in front of them.

   Some animals can't care less about continuing to eat grass, and run around.

  The ones who came were none other than the natives of East Africa. About forty or fifty of them came here panting.

  As a memory engraved in genes.

  These black people with spears and bows and arrows on their backs, the animals naturally awakened ancient memories.

   "Danger!" This is the instinct of animals.

   And black people are not feeling well.

  Looking at their appearance, it is obvious that they do not have the courage to deal with wild beasts in the past, and they have lost their strength.

  They are disorganized and have no sense of teamwork at all. They just want to escape here as soon as possible.

  A hundred meters behind them, a group of East African colonial soldiers and militia could be seen.

  A · Thor.

  The sheriff of Luohe'an Village, Northern Plateau District.

  He was riding a black steed, leading the soldiers in the village and the villagers temporarily recruited, and was chasing the black native in front of him.

  In order for his subordinates to keep up, he did not move too fast on horseback, after all, two legs could not run with four legs.

  Of course, except for the black aborigines in front of him, A Thor has never seen anyone who can run like this.

  A · Thor and his men have been chasing this group of blacks all night.

   Just yesterday, A. Thor destroyed the nearby indigenous tribes by order of the East African colonial government.

  On the vast East African grasslands, the density of blacks is actually not high, and the tribe of this group of blacks in front of them is already the only tribe within a hundred miles of Luohean Village.

  A·Thor easily destroyed their tribe, but there were still a group of resisters who refused to surrender and ran out while chaotic.

  A. Thor personally led a team to arrest these fugitives. Because yesterday it was getting late, A. Thor and his men did not catch up with these escaped natives immediately.

  According to the trail today, A Thor and his team quickly caught up with the natives who were gradually exhausted.

  Just now, it was A Thor and his team who were firing warning shots.

  But the black man who heard the gunshots not only did not slow down, but ran faster.

  For these blacks, the muskets in the hands of the colonists are the weapons of the devil, which will make the roar of the devil, and then those who are picked by the devil will go to hell.

  The desire to survive instantly filled the whole body in their hearts, and then with the final burst of strength, they rushed forward desperately, hoping to get rid of these demonic messengers.

  These natives who have been racing with African beasts all year round have to say that their physique is really good, and in a blink of an eye they have opened the distance with A Thor and his party.

   "Bastard, what did they eat to grow up, so they can run like this!" A Thor said angrily.

   "Everyone, keep chasing them, and we must not let them go today."

  For a time, all moving objects on the grassland were running, the frightened animals, the frightened natives, and the colonial soldiers chasing the natives.

   Gradually, A. Thor suddenly ordered: "The troops stop advancing."

  A · Thor's eyesight is very good, he has seen a river in the distance, stopping the footsteps of the natives.

   "Now, let's see how you escape, everyone is ready, we will slowly outflank it."

  The black people also looked at the river in despair, wandering in the grassland all the year round, except for fetching water, these aboriginals living in the grassland rarely know how to water.

   Could it be that he was buried here?

  Of course not, a few natives who can swim have already started to go into the water and try to cross the river.

  A. Thor saw it from a distance, and he hastened to order: "The river may not be deep, so we must not let them run anymore. Let's rush over."

  But the situation is a little different from what A. Thor thought.

  The aborigines who entered the water had just entered the river and were about to swim to the opposite side when they suddenly heard a scream.

  The aborigines on the bank were just about to try to cross the river, when they saw their companions being dragged into the water by something amidst the screams.

  Several crocodiles came out of the water biting the natives in the river.

  The river was instantly stained red with blood.

  A · Thor said "God bless" inwardly.

   Seeing that entering the water is a dead end, the blacks also gave up resistance.

  They put down their weapons, knelt down on the ground, and begged A. Thor and others for their lives.

   As for the last resistance, who can beat the devil! They still have the guts to let them run, but they dare not resist them at all.

  A. Thor rode a horse and walked slowly to these black natives.

  When I think that these natives have delayed me so much, I feel very angry.

  He swung his horsewhip and slapped the backs of these bare-breasted natives severely.

   Seeing that A. Thor didn't kill himself with the thing that would make a devil's roar, but just beat himself with a whip, the natives felt relieved.

  Fell on the ground, begged for forgiveness, and kowtowed in strange language.

   A. Thor, who let out a bad breath, finally stopped punishing these ignorant natives.

  He said to his subordinates: "Tie them up with ropes and take them back."

  The aborigines were strung up with ropes by the colonial soldiers, forming a long team.

   Pointing guns at these natives, everyone slowly moved in the direction of going back.

  …

   This scene has been repeated on the land of East Africa, of course there are exceptions.

  Some large tribes who are capable of resisting and would rather die than surrender, with the purpose of running away if they can't be defeated, go to the depths of the mainland.

  This is what the colonies want to see. As long as these natives go west, as long as they are still in the East African colony along the way, they will not be able to stop.

   And there are only two ways for them to survive, one is Northwest Uganda, Burundi, Rwanda and other places.

  One is Southwest Zambia, Zimbabwe direction.

  The colony used a pocket formation to drive out these natives. Kenya in the north is the direction of the subsequent expansion of the East African colony. It is relatively dry and the population is small. The colony will not increase the difficulty for itself.

  The south is the sphere of influence of the Portuguese, and it is not easy to operate. The east is already in the pocket of the East African colony, so naturally it is not allowed to let the tiger go back to the mountain.

   As for the captives of those small tribes, it is mainly for the purpose of continuing to do business with the Sultanate of Zanzibar and returning funds.

  And more aborigines still drove them to the inland areas of the west.

  In the past, they fought for land and resources with the original indigenous tribes and countries in order to survive.

   It is completely in the interests of the East African colonies to cause chaos in the entire western inland.

  On the one hand, it can impact the systems of those indigenous countries with a higher degree of development and destroy their subsequent resistance.

   On the one hand, let these natives melee and take the opportunity to wipe out their numbers, which Ernst couldn't do by himself.

  Although there is no room for colonization as a colonist, there is still a big difference between direct participation and indirect participation in some things.

  Did you not see Leopold in Belgium in his previous life, that people would spit on them and scolded animals, or he was too ugly to eat.

  Although everyone is a colonist, you played too rough, so that Britain and France looked like saints in front of Belgium.

   It means that the Japanese can save Belgium's reputation. After all, there is no one more beastly than Japan in terms of inappropriate people.

   This can't help but make Ernst have a bold idea. Since Leopold is so "outstanding", then in this time and space, I may have to help him.

  After all, Ernst himself knew that he would not be able to clean himself up in the future, so he might as well find someone more brute to stand in front of him, so that he would appear to be normal.

   Just like Americans, instead of talking about Indians, talk about your human rights.

  (end of this chapter)