"Those NAC people are not easy to deal with. We still don't know if there are power armors inside." Mandalu narrowed his shriveled eyelids and watched the mortar shells falling from time to time outside the observation hole. The wrinkles on his face squeezed together.
Although he expected from the beginning that these NAC people might not be easy to deal with, he still didn't expect it to be this difficult.
Originally, according to their tactics, they would first send slaves to feint attack in the first round to test the firepower in the settlement and provide cover for the second round of attack. However, the firepower of the Asians exceeded their expectations. In less than two minutes, the temporary artillery position they deliberately pushed to the front line was blown into the sky by the counterattack. The feint troops that tried to retreat from the front line were suppressed by heavy machine guns.
Until now, there were still four or five soldiers suppressed by the machine guns of the Asians under the ruins of the wooden houses. Their follow-up attack plan was completely disrupted.
"There should be no power armors." Although he looked like a simple-minded person, the burly black man was not stupid. He didn't recklessly formulate a plan, but calmly analyzed, "If there are power armors, they can take the initiative to attack instead of wasting shells inside."
When he thought of the food in the development zone, Ballem's eyes emitted a green light, and his breathing became heavier. Although the Mursi tribe had no conflict with these Asians, on this withered prairie, it was a sin for the weak to have food.
Yes, even if the feint attack failed, he still didn't change his understanding.
On the African prairie, the strong would never hide behind the wall in the face of threats. If they didn't dare to come out and fight, it could only mean one thing. They who hid behind the bunker were only strong on the outside.
What's more, the trump card of the Mursi tribe hadn't been revealed yet.
Even if the heavy machine guns and mortars were powerful, it was naive to think that they could defeat their trump card with firepower alone.
Noticing the change in Ballem's expression, Mandalu, who stood next to him, had a sinister smile on his cracked lips.
Similar to a major tribe like Mursi, the Water Lizard tribe he represented also didn't have any major grudges with the Asians, but there were still some minor conflicts.
The chief of the Water Lizard Tribe was a well-known entrepreneur in Mombasa. His businesses included sand, cement, and engineering development. Originally, they thought that the arrival of these Asians would allow them to make a lot of money, but after a few negotiations, the Asians completely shook them off. Not only did they transport the cement from their territory, but they also brought the entire engineering team and construction equipment from their territory.
With this, the Water Lizard Tribe, who had been hoarding the cement and preparing to ask for a higher price, suffered heavy losses. They could only stare helplessly at the bags of cement piled up on the ground.
Therefore, they joined forces with a large tribe like Mursi to attack the Asian settlement in the development zone. The main reason was not the food in the settlement, but to teach these unruly Asians a lesson.
Of course, since they had provided the Mursi tribe with a truck full of weapons, they were entitled to a share of the profits from this hunt. If they could get some food from these Asians, it could be considered as compensation for the losses they suffered when they hoarded cement.
Just then, a black soldier ran in frantically.
"Report, NAC's people have departed from the port area!"
"Port area? Why are the people from the port area here? " The two mung-bean-like eyes narrowed into a dot. Ballem stared at the soldier and continued to ask, "Did you see how many people there are?"
"Five armored SUVs …" The soldier gulped and said while trembling, "There seem to be two helicopters."
…
When the results were reported to Jiang Chen, he wasn't too surprised by the final result.
The Marine Corps stationed at the port were the elites of NAC. If they couldn't even deal with a group of natives, it would be a shame for their medals. The only thing that caught Jiang Chen's attention was the description of certain details in the report.
According to the battle report, the Mursi tribe used a special biological technology on the battlefield. Through the injection of some kind of medicine, the originally tall and sturdy soldiers became even sturdier, and at the same time, more bloodthirsty and berserk.
These people usually held a power hammer, an axe, or a chainsaw. Their bodies were covered with thick C-type steel plates. Their tactics were similar to the mutated humans in Wanghai City. After they got close, they would engage in close-range combat with the enemy.
The most shocking thing was that when they entered the berserk state catalyzed by the drug, not only did the soldiers' recovery ability greatly increase, but non-fatal injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even their muscle density and bone strength also increased. Their body's resistance to bullets was no less than the mutated humans.
"What do you think this is?" Jiang Chen asked out of curiosity.
"I don't know, but I guess it's probably something that stimulates life potential. The users of this type of drug don't live long. Are you interested? The pharmacies on the Sixth Street probably have a lot. " Sitting on the sofa next to Jiang Chen, Lin Lin ate the snacks she took from the coffee table while swinging her legs.
[A drug that overdraws life potential?]
Putting this matter aside for the time being, Jiang Chen put the report on the coffee table and looked at Xiaorou sitting across from him.
At the moment, Xiaorou's mood was quite low. Obviously, she still held a grudge against the hostages being taken away.
But Jiang Chen didn't blame her. Instead, he looked at her with a comforting smile.
After all, for him, the problems Future Development encountered in the apocalypse in Africa were not a problem at all. From the beginning, he said that Future Group's business in the apocalypse would be handed over to her just to let her practice.
"What are you going to do with the hostages?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.
"I don't know. The Mursi Tribe offered a high ransom. They want us to use a box of military supplies in exchange for one person." Sun Xiaorou shook her head and said with a slightly resentful expression, "We are negotiating with them through the Great Chieftain, but there is still no good result …"
It was no wonder she was angry.
After all, Future Development had been trying to establish a relationship with the Great Chieftain. However, something like this happened in his territory. Not only did the Great Chieftain not help to capture the bandits, but he also became the middleman to help the two sides negotiate.
Was this something a human would do?
It was not unreasonable to be backward. Sun Xiaorou couldn't understand the logic of these African tribes, but Jiang Chen could understand a little bit. The Steel Tooth Tribe needed to unite other small tribes in Mombasa in order to stabilize their position as the Great Chieftain.
Therefore, in any case, the Great Chieftain would not help outsiders oppress his own people.
Law? Morality?
Whether those things existed or not was another matter.
Of course, understanding was understanding, tolerating was impossible.
"Do you want to hear my opinion?" Looking at the troubled Xiaorou, Jiang Chen smiled.
Xiaorou's eyes lit up. She raised her head and looked at Jiang Chen. A smile bloomed on her face again.
"You have an idea?"
"Mhmm, give them the ransom first, then give the Great Chieftain twenty boxes of military supplies and make him ensure the safety of the hostages." Jiang Chen smiled.
"That's more than twenty boxes of military supplies. Do we really have to pay them that much ransom?" Xiaorou's mouth widened as she looked at Jiang Chen in shock. "And twenty boxes of military supplies, that's too much …"
It was not a suitcase, but a small container specifically used to transport firearms.
"Maybe I didn't make it clear enough. The benefits of the ten boxes of military supplies are not just the reward of being the middleman." Jiang Chen smiled. His expression didn't change, but there was a hint of coldness in his words. "And the money from the Mursi Tribe to buy their lives."
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