Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1275 The method is wrong

Like the previous African leaders of the rebellion, Luanda had just secured Kameya's territory, and couldn't wait to enjoy the fruits of victory.

According to the information Du Lun knew, Luanda had married six wives within a month, and five of them were white.

Don't doubt, it's definitely not a normal relationship. These white people were snatched by Luanda. If they are willing to marry Luanda, Luanda will let their family members leave safely.

As for whether Luanda will keep its promise, no one knows.

Luanda's watch, ring, and even the necklace around his neck were stolen. The small table was full of gold and silver jewelry, and Du Lun spoke slowly.

"It is impossible to imitate the southern African model in Kameya—you know, the training of troops in southern Africa not only has strict regulations, but also perfect logistics, scientific nutrition, and strong industrial capabilities. Meiya doesn’t have it, and you have a problem with your thinking. Compared with the West African colonial government, Kameya’s biggest advantage is people. The West African colonial government doesn’t trust Africans, so they dare not build African troops on a large scale. You don’t have to worry about this problem. .”

Du Lun's rebellion is an expert, mercenary, it's instinctive to fan the flames everywhere.

"What do you mean?" Du Lun's words were clear enough, but Luanda still didn't understand.

This comprehension ability needs to be strengthened.

"I mean, your method is wrong—" Du Lun was also speechless, and for the sake of the table full of gold, Du Lun explained in detail: "—Compared with the Portuguese, the biggest advantage you have is that you are Africans, so you can definitely form more African troops and use the absolute superiority to drive the Portuguese out of West Africa as quickly as possible. If you want to train an elite force, it will not be too late after you drive the Portuguese away. "

In the words of the Chinese, Luanda is just a picture of a tiger but not an anti-dog. It's okay to take the route of elite soldiers. The tactics of crowds are king.

"Yes, I understand—" Luanda was not stupid, but was dazzled by the fighting power of the Southern African Expeditionary Force, and did not find a suitable route for him.

To put it bluntly, I still have no experience.

With Duran's guidance, Luanda was completely enlightened. In just ten days, it expanded its troops to 15, preparing to launch an attack on Luanda, Portugal's ruling center in West Africa.

It was already April, the rainy season was coming to an end, and the five-month dry season began in May.

According to the agreement reached between Luanda and Kousse, the area east of the Kuilu River is owned by the West African company. Kousse transformed himself into a professional manager of the West African company. A new city stands on the banks of the Kuilu River, about 300 kilometers away from Chimbalanga. And rise.

"The land here is very fertile. The Portuguese have been operating here for hundreds of years. Now these forests and plantations belong to us. Inform our logging team that they can enter the field and bring all the timber back to Niassa. Lan, Mr. Christian will give us more rewards." Yaya looked decent in her handmade three-piece suit.

"Road, we first need to build a road, dredge the river, and build the railway. We are short of manpower now." Coussey was still wearing his fancy floral shirt, covered with necklaces and precious stones, and jingled as he walked. There was a bang.

"If you don't have enough manpower, hire West Africans, and if you can't hire them, go grab them. I don't need to teach you." Yaya was dissatisfied. In the surrounding areas of southern Africa, there will never be a shortage of manpower.

Especially for Yaya.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Qusay hesitated to speak.

"Talk if you have something to say—" Yaya pretended to hold a telescope, but she couldn't see very far. In her sight range, there were endless forests or dense plantations.

In terms of natural conditions alone, West Africa is much better than Southwest Africa and Bechuanaland, and it is not much better than Congo and the Basin. Otherwise, the Portuguese would not have chosen West Africa as their foothold.

In 1475 AD, in order to explore the sea route to India, the Portuguese Diogo Kang led a fleet of seven ships, carrying hundreds of soldiers and a few missionaries, sailing along the west coast of Africa and came to West Africa. Luanda on the coast began to colonize West Africa.

At that time, Portugal was in full swing, and the British Empire had to stay away. It took 100 years before Britain defeated the Spanish Armada and opened the glorious era of the empire on which the sun never sets.

To put it bluntly, Southwest Africa, Cape, and Tanganyika were all places that the Portuguese looked down on at the beginning, so they were left to Britain and Germany.

"Will West Africa be ours in the future?" Qusay hesitated, but finally mustered up his courage.

"What do you want to say?" Yaya put down the telescope in her hand with a blank expression.

"I mean, people like Luanda can drive out the Portuguese and build their own country. I think we have a chance—" Cusse didn't want to make wedding dresses for people. Qusse followed Yaya a long time ago , first supported the Yao people in Portuguese East Africa, then the Tatera people in the Congo Free State, then the Fort Honor people in Tanganyika, and now it is West Africa's turn.

West Africa can be said to be the last piece of "pure land" in the surrounding areas of southern Africa. When West Africa becomes independent from Portugal, the surrounding areas of southern Africa will become a piece of iron barrels.

"Cousse, forget about your thoughts, you don't need to have thoughts, just complete your task." Yaya didn't dare to think too much, because in his position, he knew more about the situation and was more afraid of southern Africa.

Cuse still wanted to argue, but in the end he didn't say anything. He was just a small, dispensable character with Yaya on top of him, Christian on top of Yaya, and a bigger boss on top of Christian.

The gap is simply disappointing.

Unlike the half-hearted Cousy, Duron didn't have too many ideas. Roque had already found the best foothold for the umbrella company, which was Madagascar next to southern Africa.

During the World War, the French colonial rule in Madagascar completely collapsed, the governor fled in a hurry, and French companies suffered heavy losses. Only the mines protected by the umbrella company survived.

After the end of the World War, the French government once tried to restore its colonial rule over Madagascar. Unfortunately, the Paris Peace Conference was not yet over, and the Allied Powers began to interfere with the new Russian government. France missed the last chance to restore its rule over Madagascar.

Now that the intervention of the new Russian government has failed, France is in an economic crisis again, and the restoration of its colonial rule over Madagascar is nowhere in sight. The Umbrella Company took the opportunity to expand in Madagascar. The coastal areas of Madagascar are all under the control of the Umbrella Company, and the central highlands are still In chaos, forces composed of more than a dozen Malagasy attacked each other, and countless people died every day.

Luanda's efficiency is still very high. After finding a way to expel the Portuguese, Luanda's troops marched forward and fought until the outskirts of Luanda before encountering organized resistance from the West African colonial government forces.

With 100 million square kilometers in West Africa, the colonial servant army has only two understaffed divisions. The soldiers are good and bad, and the officers are greedy for life and fear of death.

What Luanda encountered was the reinforcements sent by Portugal. This force participated in the World War, but it made no achievements during the World War. It has never participated in any large-scale battle.

This is already the most available force of the Portuguese government. Luanda was still cautious and did not launch an attack immediately, so he came to the camp of the Portuguese army for reconnaissance.

The camp was not large. Luanda had received similar reconnaissance training during the Southern African Expeditionary Force. Based on the size of the camp, it was easy to infer that the Portuguese army had no more than 5000 troops.

Rwanda now has a total strength of more than 20 troops. Most of the troops have never received any training, and they don't even have the most basic rifles. They mainly use cold weapons.

Luanda's troops still only have [-] rifles. Luanda used these rifles to form a guard division, and this guard division has also become Luanda's ace force.

"The number of troops is not large, they don't carry artillery, or they may be smaller mortars. The opposing commander lacks confidence and has no intention to take the initiative to attack. Leiva, tell Mutombo that the enemy will not attack us. If we want to attack, we will take the initiative to attack them and firmly hold the initiative in our own hands." Luanda was so confident that he didn't seem to notice that under the glare of the sun, the sunlight reflected by the telescope in his hand had been noticed by the enemy .

In the camp less than 500 meters away from Luanda, after a Portuguese officer discovered the Luanda telescope, he raised his hand and called a precision shooter.

"It's on the top of the mountain over there, about 500 meters away, are you confident?"

The precision shooter is armed with a sniper rifle made in southern Africa.

During the World War, Portugal sent troops to participate in the World War. Although they did not make any achievements, they still got a lot of good things from the British Empire.

Otherwise, the British Empire would not have lost so much.

A precision shooter finds cover first, then picks up a telescope to observe.

After a while, the precision shooter said in an uncertain tone: "I can try, but I can't guarantee success—"

The officer rolled his eyes, raised his hand and called another artillery officer.

The artillery officer took the lead and commanded the artillery crew to get ready.

The precision shooter waited until the artillery was ready before getting the order to fire.

Bah!

The gunshots were shrill and sharp, and the tall black man holding a telescope in the scope was shot in the chest. His body shook and did not fall down. He covered his chest with his hands for a moment before he saw the blood on his hands.

"All of them, three quick shots—" The artillery officer gave the order to fire at the same time, and a dozen shells whizzed past—

(End of this chapter)