"How dare you kill a white man!" The Frenchman clutched the wound on his chest and roared, gasping for breath. His voice was filled with pain and despair.
With a flash of the machete, a large wound appeared on the Frenchman's neck. Blood gushed out of the wound. Before the blood flow slowed down, the Frenchman died. Dozens of Frenchmen had been hacked to death on the empty ground next to them. The Black Uncles did not stay idle either. They had already searched the Frenchmen for their belongings. They stripped the Frenchmen of their clothes and threw them into the pit they had dug to bury them. The matter was settled.
The execution was carried out in public. At the edge of the empty ground was a large crowd of black people who had come to watch. The black uncles who had killed the Frenchman stood on a high spot, waving their blood-stained machetes and shouting all sorts of things. There were black officers and a German military officer among the people who had come with them. The German military officer hadn't been in Africa for long. He asked the black brothers next to him, "What is he saying?" Hearing this question, the black brothers sighed helplessly and replied in West African German, "Actually, I don't really understand."
The German military officer was immediately speechless. After a while, he asked in confusion, "Aren't they speaking in the local language?"
The black brothers looked at their white comrade in confusion and also asked with a puzzled expression, "Our Gada is almost a foreign country from a hundred miles away. When I was in geography class, the teacher talked about Europe. Isn't that the same? "
Thinking of the small countries in Europe, the German military officer also felt that the black brothers' words had touched his heart. After thinking for a while, the German military officer asked again, "You should be able to understand some of it, right?"
"I can understand some of it. The current difficulty is that there are many meanings that have no corresponding words in the local language. The person above has to go one big round to explain his meaning to these people, "the black brothers replied.
This time, the German military officer seemed to wake up from a dream. He hurriedly asked, "What is this lieutenant talking about?"
"According to our rules, he is trying to persuade these people to become our slaves," the black brothers replied.
This answer made the German military officer dumbfounded. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.
In Cameroon, Marx? Webb was writing a report. "… Domestic slavery is a very common pattern in West Africa. Rather than slavery, it is more like a form of physical debt due to a lack of food or the inability to provide for it. Africa's level of social development was low, and it was not suitable to use Europe's traditional methods to expand their rule as soon as possible. The adoption of a well-defined system of domestic slavery, with the Germanized Negro family teaching them the knowledge and techniques of production, was a quick way to civilize these people. The Min dynasty adopted the same method in East Africa. As for their status as slaves, they are no different from Germany's apprentices. Every five years, the colony will divide the land and use this method to eliminate the slave status of those domestic slaves who have mastered agricultural production skills … In the past few years, this method has doubled the industrial and agricultural population in Cameroon and other places, and increased the number of soldiers by 20% … In the next few years, I hope to double the industrial and agricultural population in the entire German colony … By pushing the local black people in the German colony from the tribal era to the agricultural era, the African Army can control the source of soldiers in West Africa … "
Distance from Marx, who was writing at great speed? Webb was a few hundred kilometers south. The dull horn sound in the sunset gave people a desolate and distant feeling, but Lieutenant Louis of France felt as if his heart was being clenched by something. Sure enough, a moment later, from the dense forest in the other direction of the horn sound, several shells suddenly flew out and went straight in the direction of the French Army who were preparing to set up camp.
If something happened every day, everyone would quickly get used to it. Even if they were harassed by the black army every day, the French also accepted this fact. The explosion didn't make the French team panic. Less than two minutes after the attack, gunshots sounded from the distance diagonally behind the attackers. The French sent out troops from afar, in order to cut off the shameless black people's escape route. At the same time, Lieutenant Louis also received orders from his superior to 'attack with the troops and tear these dirty black people to pieces.'
With heavy steps, Lieutenant Louis called for his company to start moving. Like Lieutenant Louis, his subordinates looked very tired. This was something that couldn't be helped. If anyone was attacked every day for more than half a month, they would be in the same situation. Those black people were like cunning mosquitoes hiding everywhere, and as soon as they saw an opportunity, they would rush out and bite the French team.
After chasing for a while, they saw a dozen black people in front of them with weapons on their backs running like crazy. In the dense forest, the black people were as cunning as loaches. Using the trees as cover, they avoided the French team's volley of guns and continued to run as if they were flying. It looked like they were about to completely leave the French team behind. The French team had always adopted the idea of elite officers and sergeants. Lieutenant Louis had ample combat experience, and there was no other problem except that he was a little old. He knew that if they continued to chase like this, the black people would only run away. The lieutenant shouted, "Full speed, don't let them run through that forest."
Almost at the same time, the French captain who was commanding the interception on the other side gave the same order. Throwing down their backpacks, the French team sped up. After going around the forest in front of them, a large piece of flat land appeared in front of them. The outflanking troops chased from Lieutenant Louis's left, and the two troops converged here. The black people ran very fast and were unexpectedly not surrounded.
The two French troops together had two battalions, and they were not upset that the black people had slipped away. When the black people reached the other side of the flat, they did not slip into the forest. Instead, they stopped there. A group of black people poured out of the forest behind them and quickly formed a line of battle.
No one discussed the possibility of the enemy luring the enemy into an ambush. "Expand the line and prepare for battle!" the commander ordered at once. The glorious army of France could not flee in the face of the Negroes, because it was not necessary!
Both sides suffered losses, and the black people were forced to retreat a little and hide behind the trees at the edge of the forest. The French team attacked in columns with a company as a unit. Given the density of the forest opposite, Lieutenant Louis was sure that there could not be any artillery in it. Without the danger of being suppressed by artillery, the French Army could attack in columns, spread out horizontally close to the enemy, and break the line of battle of the black people in an instant. In all kinds of wars, France had won too many battles with such tactics.
The moment the French team approached the forest and began to turn horizontally, the tactics were executed very successfully. Then, with a series of strange explosions, many pigeon-sized things flew out of the black people's position like sparrows. These pigeon-sized things fell into the French formation and exploded. The air waves and debris baptized the French team like a storm.
Da da da! Da da da! Light machine guns began to ring, and bullets swept through the chaotic formation of the French team. Many of the French who were lucky enough to not be knocked down were knocked down again.
Lieutenant Louis was wounded in the abdomen by shrapnel when the grenade exploded. The severe pain made him think that he would be particularly excited, but the reality made Lieutenant Louis feel as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out. He tried to force his body up, but the movement affected the shrapnel, and the shrapnel continued to cut his internal organs. The unbearable pain made Lieutenant Louis moan back to the ground.
He listened to the sound of bullets cutting through the air not far from his head, and heard the painful moans and desperate cries of the French comrades next to him. His nose was sour, and Lieutenant Louis shed tears. He came to Africa not only to fight, but also to see elephants. He heard that elephants were everywhere in Africa, and if he could bring back two tusks, he wouldn't have to worry about food and water for several years. But so far, apart from rainforest plants and lizards, he hadn't seen any valuable animals.
The ground began to tremble slightly, and First Lieutenant Louis, who felt an even greater danger, struggled to get up. He saw countless black uncles rushing out of the forest. They were waving shiny machetes in their hands, and they were ferocious and unstoppable. If the French could organize an effective counterattack, these people would only be swept down by the machine guns. But … Lieutenant Louis only brought rifles when he set out, and didn't carry heavy machine guns at all.
The black uncles formed a torrent and rushed to the position in an instant. Some black uncles waved their machetes and continued to chase forward, while others waved their machetes and began to slash at the French. Lieutenant Louis instantly attracted the attention of three black uncles. When the three machetes were raised high, Lieutenant Louis let out an incomparably sincere scream from his throat. "No!!!"
How could black people kill white people like this? If God allowed this to happen, then there was no justice! This was Lieutenant Louis's last thought.
The battle ended quickly, and after a simple cleaning of the battlefield, the black brothers retreated from the battlefield. Ten minutes later, the French reinforcements caught up. Looking at the naked French corpses on the ground, they were stunned and didn't know what to do.
Wei Kun, the provincial commander of the East African administrative region, received a battle report. The 20,000 French soldiers who went to help the Belgian colonists in Kinshasa suffered heavy losses in the jungle. After half a month, they had accumulated more than 4,000 dead and injured, and they had advanced less than 40 kilometers. What the French didn't know was that they had actually fallen into a large encirclement. Nearly a hundred thousand Black Brothers had already formed a loose encirclement. As soon as the order was given, they would attack and surround the French.
One of the people who decided the battle was Wei Kun. Wei Kun suddenly had a question. How did his father, Vézé, so easily give orders? A few words could determine the lives of more than 10,000 people. The sense of asymmetry was too strong, and Wei Kun couldn't understand it. It wasn't just his father, Vézé. Although his brother, Qi Rui, didn't order the deaths of as many people as his father, Vézé, he also decided the lives and deaths of tens of millions of people. Didn't they feel such heavy pressure?
When he thought of his brother, Qi Rui, Wei Kun suddenly felt that something was wrong. The brother he knew, Qi Rui, wasn't such a strong person, so Wei Kun thought that there must be something wrong with his thinking. After thinking for a moment, Wei Kun suddenly felt enlightened. He was wrong. It wasn't Wei Kun who was in his comfortable office, but tens of thousands of soldiers from the East African security forces. The ones who felt the pain of the war were hundreds of thousands of local black people who were once enslaved and killed.
When the Belgian colonists first established the Congo Free State, there used to be about 25 million people here. After the Belgian colonists ruled for 24 years, several survey organizations sent by foreign countries believed that the population of the Congo Free State was' optimistically estimated 'to be less than 10 million. This time, after the local black people who fled abroad counterattacked their hometown, the Min dynasty also conducted a rough count. The local people who returned to their hometown after the counterattack settled the Belgian colonists' lackeys. There were only about 3 million people left in the area. Even without counting the new births in the past 24 years, the Congo Free State had lost 22 million people. Counting the new births in the past 24 years, the Congo Free State was truly 'less than one in ten'.
Without the slightest uneasiness, Wei Kun calmly signed the attack order. Compared to Wei Kun, more than 10,000 French people was a huge number. Compared to the more than 20 million local people who died in the Congo Free State, more than 10,000 French people were insignificant.
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