The burning white phosphorous ignited everything, and only the miserable screams of the dead could be heard in the fire.
A total of eight white phosphorous cluster bombs were dropped, turning the area within a few miles into scorched earth. The tribal chiefs, warriors, men, women, old people, children, antelopes, and even the traces of their existence were all incinerated.
Manacara stood there with his eyes wide open. His two-meter-tall body trembled along with his lips. Regardless of whether it was his prayers, pleas, or fear, they all seemed so insignificant in the face of the flames that could burn everything.
Sitting next to Manacara was the representative of the water lizard tribe, Tululu, who was on good terms with the western Moore tribe. The black brawny man in a leopard coat originally stared at Feng Yuan as if he was looking at a fat sheep, but now he looked at Feng Yuan as if he was looking at a devil …
The same was true for the nobles of the Steel Tooth Tribe sitting next to Tululu. Their original contemptuous eyes were replaced by bottomless fear.
Everyone was the same; their eyes were full of fear, except for one person …
Great Chieftain Du Amang stood up abruptly and looked at Feng Yuan angrily. His nostrils were snorting heavily, like an angry bull.
The Moorsi tribe was one of the most powerful vassals of the Steel Fang tribe and the hound that guarded the northwest territory of the Steel Fang tribe. He could turn a blind eye to the scuffle between his guest and the hound, but he could not tolerate his guest chopping off the head of his hound.
Except for the two holding the trays, the surrounding maids retreated in horror. The black soldier standing in the shadows in the corner stared at Feng Yuan silently, waiting for the chief's order. He was ready to pounce and take him down.
However, they did not wait for the chief's order. At this moment, Du Amang was staring at Feng Yuan.
He was waiting for an explanation.
However, Feng Yuan's reaction was destined to disappoint him. This time, Feng Yuan did not look at the chief at all. He just looked at the trembling Manacara and said faintly.
"We Pan-Asians pay attention to courtesy. Kneel down and drink that glass of wine, and the Moore tribe can preserve the last drop of blood."
Leaving this sentence, Feng Yuan turned around and walked out of the palace with the interpreter behind him.
When Feng Yuan reached the door, the Great Chieftain was about to call out to him when Manacara suddenly roared and slapped away the wine glass on the tray. He picked up the knife on the table and chased after Feng Yuan in big strides.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Witnessing the destruction of his entire tribe and the tragic deaths of his own people, the flames of anger burned through every inch of his blood vessels. He didn't want to think about anything else. He just wanted to dig out the Asian's heart and place it on the withered totem as a sacrifice to his people.
Seeing that Feng Yuan had already stepped out of the door, Manacara, who had chased him to the door, reached out to grab his collar. However, before his hand could even reach out halfway, there was a loud bang. His pitch-black skull was smashed like a watermelon.
Gunshots could be heard from afar.
The palace was eerily quiet.
The personal guard standing behind the Great Chieftain stepped forward, raised the rifle in his hand, and aimed it at Feng Yuan's back. However, the Great Chieftain stopped him with a stern shout and pressed down on the raised muzzle.
The nobles sitting in the banquet hall felt their teeth tremble. It was as if they saw a fat goat tear apart the camouflage of friendliness in front of them, revealing the fangs hidden under the docile beard.
The entire tribe was slaughtered, and it was the most powerful and domineering Moorish tribe in the Mombasa area other than the Steel Tooth Tribe …
There was only one thought in their minds now. That was, after the banquet was over, they would go back and tell their people that these Asians were devils and they should never provoke them.
Walking down the last step of the palace, Feng Yuan slowly let out a sigh of relief.
Although it was only a short ten minutes.
But his back was already soaked in cold sweat …
A kilometer away, the sniper on the roof of the temple put away the smoking rifle, activated optical invisibility, and blended into the night of Mombasa as if he had never been there. After receiving the news that Feng Yuan had returned to the development zone, the Marines standing on duty at the port tacitly turned off the safety of their rifles. The sight behind the tactical eyepiece no longer glanced at the cigarettes in the mouths of the black soldiers.
On this night, the entire Mombasa was in an uproar.
The guards of the entire city were dispatched to catch the assassins, but in the end, they didn't catch the yellow-faced ones. Instead, they caught a large number of slaves with black and white faces, dragged them to the corner behind the prison, and executed them like pigs. No one knew who they were executing them for.
At dawn the next day, the news that the emissary of the Moorish tribe, Manakara, was shot by a sniper at the gate of the Great Chief's palace spread throughout the city.
Asian businessmen doing business in Mombasa discussed going to the development zone or the port to temporarily avoid the limelight, but they didn't expect that when they left the city, the originally dishonest black people not only didn't take advantage of the chaos to attack them, but also avoided them as if they were avoiding the plague …
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"… We thought we would have to wait a few days for the results. We didn't expect the group of natives to pull the containers back to the tribe that night and piled the arms on the altar for a celebration. Our fighters discovered them from a distance, and we didn't even need to aim. "
In the mansion on Coconut Island, Jiang Chen, who was lying naked on the bed, was listening to Xiaorou, who was lying on top of him, excitedly reporting to him about the business development of Future Group.
Xiaorou waved her little fist in satisfaction when she talked about the destruction of the shameless Moorish tribe. Yao Yao, who was sleeping soundly next to her, licked her lips, and her cute little face was blushing with happiness. She hugged Jiang Chen's arm and rubbed it subconsciously.
Unlike Sun Xiaorou, Yao Jiayu didn't have such good physical strength. She couldn't resist the tiredness and fell asleep early.
Jiang Chen looked at Xiaorou, who was full of energy because of the business of Future Group, smiled and said.
"Like I said, it's not good for you to gnaw on this pile of rotten bones, but if you show weakness to them, endless trouble awaits you. Normal business methods don't work there. They can't accurately distinguish between wealth and prey, so they naturally don't understand the concept of harmony making money. "
"Then why did we send twenty boxes of military supplies to the Great Chief? I don't want to give a gun to the kind of person who goes back on his word. " Xiaorou put her index finger on her lower lip and thought about this question very seriously, but obviously she didn't understand.
"After all, it was the Moorish tribe that was slaughtered. I'm afraid the Great Chief's heart is bleeding at this moment. The twenty boxes of arms were not only to give him a way out, but also to remind him that what Future Development can bring him is the arms that the Steel Tooth Tribe needs most. And now this distinguished customer is very angry. "Jiang Chen scratched Xiaorou's nose and said with a smile.
He believed that after the destruction of the Moorish tribe, the Lake Victoria development zone would become a forbidden zone in the eyes of all African tribes in the Mombasa area. Anyone who angered the development of Future Tribe would incur destructive retaliation for their tribe.
In the apocalypse in Africa, this kind of behavior would not be despised, nor would it arouse racial hatred. Instead, it would gain the awe and even respect of all tribes.
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