Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1091

Collective farms or national farms used to be Louis Botha's dream, but in southern Africa, national farms did not meet the conditions for implementation, and Louis Botha finally had no choice but to give up.

The collective farm in Longxue Town was an accident. The land here was developed bit by bit by the residents of the town, and it should be owned collectively.

"Dragon Blood Town has a total of 605 households. Our property is collectively owned by everyone. All agricultural products produced on the farm will be sold to the naval base after first meeting the needs of the residents. Every time the fishing boats that go out to sea come back, we will distribute them equally. Make them all into dried fish, no one cares about one more or one less, anyway, every family can’t finish it—” What Bloom said made Rock realize that the model of Dragon Blood Town cannot be promoted, and it is precisely because Isolated overseas and isolated from the world, Longxue Town has the conditions to implement collective farms.

"Keep working hard, Bloom, make full use of the unique natural resources here, maybe one day, Socotra Island will become a famous tourist destination." Rock encouraged Bloom, this is not a pie on paper, In another time and space, in 2008, Socotra Island was included in the UNESCO World Heritage List. Looking at the dracaena trees and desert roses on the island, Socotra Island does have the potential to become a tourist attraction.

Of course, that must be after the naval base was abandoned, and Socotra Island is still a forbidden area for the Navy. Only ships that are allowed to enter can enter the waters of Socotra Island.

That night, in order to welcome Rock's arrival, the residents of Dragon Blood Town held a grand bonfire dinner for him on the only square in the town.

Roark has participated in many dinner parties, but this is the first time for a bonfire dinner.

This was the first time that an official of Rock's level came to Dragon Blood Town. Almost all the residents of Dragon Blood Town were mobilized, and the small square was crowded to the point where it was almost impossible to get through.

Bloom's organizational skills are good. He ordered someone to kill a cow and a few sheep, and found more than a dozen chefs to provide residents with free barbecue on the spot in a corner of the square.

Dragon's Blood Town is rich in various seafood, especially bluefin tuna, which is a specialty of the Somali waters. There are chefs next to the square to prepare various snacks for residents for free. Mini pizza and crepes are the most popular.

Rock was not stingy, and ordered Patton to move the ice cream machine off the "Alligator" destroyer, and make ice cream for the residents on the spot. The children were crazy, and the ice cream machine was surrounded by drooling children.

Priests and pastors also came to join in the fun. They took the opportunity to organize a choir to publicize in the square, and nuns distributed candies and chocolates to the children, which are specialties from southern Africa.

It is rare for Rock to drink a lot of wine at the dinner party. In the 17 years since he came to this era, Rock has never been so relaxed as he is now. Looking at the girls and boys dancing around the bonfire, and looking at the carefree and crazy crowd Running children, Rock felt that his hard work had not been in vain.

The carnival lasted until midnight. Rock boarded the ship and left Dragon's Blood Town before dawn, and the destroyer "Alligator" went straight back to southern Africa.

Rock has appointed Don Juan as the commander-in-chief, responsible for quelling the rebellion in Somaliland. Rock himself is eager to return and has no time to spend in Somaliland.

Just as Rock returned to southern Africa, the Second Cavalry Division's attack on the rebels had already begun.

According to Rock's plan, Don Juan first gathered the Somalis together for management, completely cut off the connection between the rebels and the Somalis, and made the rebels rootless, unable to hide among ordinary Somalis.

Before that, the Second Cavalry Division had to confiscate the weapons in the hands of the Somalis. Although those weapons were not advanced and were severely worn, they could still pose a threat to the soldiers.

This decision was greatly hindered. Somalis are unwilling to hand over their weapons. They do have a real need. In Somaliland, herders are always threatened by wild animals. They need weapons to protect their families and properties.

"I have already said that you must hand over your weapons and live in a designated place, otherwise you will be treated as rebels. You only have half an hour to make a decision. If you disagree after half an hour, we will I will launch an attack on you." In Lujaya, 110 kilometers away from Berbera, An Qi gave an ultimatum to the tribal elders with gray hair and beards.

Lujaya is a tribe located by the sea. There are only about 100 households in the tribe, with a population of about 1000. Such a tribe is relatively large in Somaliland.

"We have lived here for generations, and you have no right to force us to leave our homes. Unless you step over my dead body, we will never give in—" the elder on crutches was furious. In his opinion, Ann Qi's request is too much, and the previous colonial government has never done this.

"If you don't agree after half an hour, I will do that!" An Qi didn't talk nonsense, and turned back to the armored vehicle after speaking.

In order to remove all the Somalis in Lujaya, An Qi took two armored vehicles, 150 Gurkha mercenaries, and four Somali guides to ensure that the operation was foolproof.

"I'm waiting for you, we will never give in—" the elder yelled at An Qi's back, and when he returned to the Somalis behind the low wall, he seemed to be ten years older.

"What do the British say?"

"Are they going to kill us?"

"Are they here to collect taxes?" the Somalis behind the low wall were worried. Some of them were even underage children, some of them were adults holding old Martini Henrys, and some even held old flintlock guns. .

The older ones are spears and machetes. There are dark red blood stains in the lines of the handle of the machetes, and it looks like they have been weather-beaten.

"The British demanded that we hand over our weapons and go to live in a place prescribed by the British." The elder looked confused. After speaking, he raised his hands and opened his arms to the sky, muttering: "God, please help us——"

Only then did I realize that it would be too late to ask for God's blessing.

"We cannot surrender our weapons, or we will be slaughtered!"

"Fight with the British!"

"They just want money, why don't we give them a few cows—"

Somalis talk a lot, they have not realized the seriousness of the problem.

"This time it's not a problem that money can solve. The British are looking for Hassan, confiscating our weapons, and gathering us together to deal with Hassan." The elder knew An Qi's purpose. I don't know where Hassan is.

Hassan is the leader who led the Somalis to resist the British colonial rule, but it has been ten years since the last time Hassan appeared in front of the Somalis. There are rumors that Hassan is in Italian Somalia, and there are also rumors that Hassan is dead. No one knows where Hassan is.

"Hassan, isn't Hassan already dead?"

"Nonsense, Hassan killed 999 British people in Hargeisa last year, and [-] of them were executed by Hassan himself—"

"Even if we knew where Hassan was, we couldn't turn him over to the British."

The Somalis were chattering, and they didn't seem worried about the attack of the armored vehicles.

At this time, the armored vehicle was ready to fight. An Qi sat in the armored vehicle and looked at the watch expressionlessly. If the Somalis did not give in half an hour later, An Qi would order the troops to attack.

"Sir, we are ready to attack." Lieutenant Yang Mei, who led the Gurkha mercenaries, was about the same age as Angie. He had just graduated from Nyasaland Army Academy and had not had time to participate in the World War. He had been in Port Elizabeth service.

"Relax, Second Lieutenant, have you performed similar missions before?" An Qi casually handed over a cigarette and casually chatted with Yang Mei.

"No, this is actually my first mission, but please rest assured that as long as the combat order is issued, I will definitely carry it out." Yang Mei expressed her enthusiasm and enthusiasm. Just behind the armored vehicle, the Gurkha mercenaries had already done When they are ready for battle, the most prominent symbol on them is the dog-leg scimitar. Unlike other soldiers who are used to hanging daggers on their waists, Gurkha mercenaries always put the scimitar on their chests obliquely, so that they can Pull out as fast as possible.

"Ha, we're all the same. This is also the first time I've actually commanded an army." An Qi laughed heartily. It's also interesting for the two rookies to get together.

"Wow, you're already a colonel, and it's your first time commanding troops?" Yang Mei blurted out without any concealment, indeed as a fledgling.

"I used to work with the lord, and I have always been the adjutant of the lord." An Qi didn't take it seriously. The days of working with Rock made An Qi have enough resistance to these rumors.

Born in a family like An Qi, all kinds of criticisms almost accompanied her when she grew up, such as fighting father, background, governor, etc. If you really care about it, you must be crazy, like An Qi No matter what a person achieves, he obtains it by virtue of relationships, and has nothing to do with his own efforts.

"That's really great, to be taught by the Lord's words and deeds—" Yang Mei was full of envy, there are always many lucky people in this world, the key is that people who are luckier than you work harder than you, watching yourself work hard for a lifetime It's not as good as others casting a good tire, which is actually quite frustrating.

An Qi smiled and said nothing, raised her hand to check the time, An Qi pursed her lips tightly.

Yang Mei didn't speak, she jumped off the armored vehicle and gestured to the officers under her to prepare for battle.

Without an order from the officer, the Gurkha mercenaries pulled out their bayonets and put them on their rifles in unison.

In the last minute, the elder finally came out from behind the wall, followed by hundreds of men, who dropped the rifles and machetes in their hands outside the low wall.

That's right, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it slowly, why bother to fight and kill.

ps: Sorry, I came back a bit late, but it finally came out, brothers, please forgive me——

(End of this chapter)