Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 2424 Don't Believe in Evil

It is actually very simple for the nomads to grow, as long as the knife in their hands is fast enough.

After the old Ali had the support of Port Elizabeth, it only took two years to unify the inner journal. The process was simple and rude, without any technical content, and could be copied anytime and anywhere.

While Alvin was drinking coffee in the presidential suite, several nomadic tribe elders in the conference room were feeling uneasy.

None of these tribes participated in the previous conflicts. All the tribes that had the courage to attack the allies had disappeared. The tribal warriors were killed by the allies, and the few remaining women and children were divided up by other tribes, disappearing without a sound.

This is the fate of nomadic tribes. A disease can wipe out a tribe with as many as a thousand people. On weekdays, conflicts between tribes are also commonplace. The warriors on the losing side will be all executed. The conflicts between them are very frequent, so the number of nomads has not been able to grow.

"What did the Romans call us here for?" In the corner of the conference room, Abo and Badr from the Savoyard tribe were whispering.

"These are not Romans, they are southern Africans—" Badr was well-informed, at least he would not make such a low-level mistake.

After the Italian-Turkish War, North Africa became an Italian colony. "Rome" does not refer to Rome, the capital of Italy, but specifically refers to the ancient empire that has disappeared.

"Southern Africa?" Abo didn't understand the difference between the two.

"It's a country in the south of Africa, its name is Southern Africa, and it's the most powerful country in the world right now." Badr glanced at Abo and pointed out: "—the boots on your feet are made in Southern Africa .”

"Oh oh oh, then I will ask them to buy a few more pairs—" Abo suddenly realized that the boots in southern Africa are still very comfortable to wear.

And strong and durable.

"Elder Sava—" Bader didn't want to talk nonsense with the idiots around him, and took the initiative to find Sava after entering the conference room, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Sava is the real elder, and Abo and Badr are the bravest warriors of the Sava tribe.

Sava shook her head slightly without raising her eyelids.

It is useless to guess, they can only accept the arrangement of fate when they come here.

On the chair closest to the door, John Grace from Free France, as an intermediary, is chatting with Lieutenant Colonel Raleigh beside him. Raleigh is from the Allied Forces Command in North Africa and represents the Allied Forces Command in North Africa, as a witness of this negotiation people.

"Why launch a landing operation in the English Channel? It would be easier for us to attack from Spain or Italy—" Grace didn't like Operation Overlord, and stubbornly believed that the Mediterranean direction was the best breakthrough.

"It is the request of the British to launch an attack from the English Channel. We must consider the mood of our allies." Raleigh was relaxed, and he was the most relaxed of all present.

"Now we have to worry about the discipline of the Anglo-Saxons, especially the American GIs, who are worse than the Germans." Grace can only really confide in the presence of southern Africans.

The discipline of the Americans is a joke. During this period of time, scandals about American soldiers broke out in Sicily one after another. Drinking, gambling and fighting are commonplace. Half were infected with willow disease.

Half of it should be exaggerated. If it is one-third, there must be fish that slipped through the net.

During the period when the US military was stationed in Sicily, I don’t know how many Italian women suffered.

The two chatted casually, and the topic shifted to the oil fields in North Africa.

"Are there really as many as one billion barrels of oil reserves in North Africa?" Grace was very curious. Various data about oil fields in North Africa were flying all over the sky. The world takes 100 years.

Grace believed in billion barrels more than billion tons.

This figure is shocking enough, after all, France is short of oil.

Britain still has at least Anglo American Petroleum and Royal Shell, and France doesn't even have a single oil company that can afford it.

Fortunately, this situation has shown signs of improvement, because the French negotiated peace, so Adan Company promised that the North African oil fields also have the French's share.

"It's hard to say now. The British made an excuse that all the materials were burned, and everything had to be started from scratch." Raleigh didn't know the specific situation. A hole was dug.

"Damn the British, they always do." Grace's British stereotypes are more serious.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the door of the conference room was finally pushed open. It had been more than 2 hours since the elders entered the conference room.

Cao Yin was the first to enter the conference room, followed by Oliver.

Alvin walked at the end, and after entering the meeting room, he randomly found a chair against the wall and sat down, with Abo sitting next to him.

"Hello Southern Africans, I like these boots on my feet very much. They are very comfortable after wearing them. They are breathable and not stuffy. They have good sand resistance. Even if you step on the tip of a knife, the soles of the shoes will not break-- "Abo is a bit talkative, and his mind doesn't seem very bright.

That's right, the bravest fighter has muscles in his head.

"Thank you for your favor. Your choice is absolutely correct. Southern African products are always trustworthy." Alvin likes to chat with people like Abo, and he doesn't need to use his brain.

"I'm glad you're not Romans, because I don't like Romans. We fought Romans once, and my father died at the hands of Romans." Abo rambled, not caring about the occasion at all.

Alvin glanced at Abo, calculated his age, and felt that Abo's father should have died in the Italian-Turkish war.

Not necessarily, the living environment of North Africans is harsh, and the average life expectancy is about [-] or so. Abo's real age is estimated to be younger than it looks.

So don't think that the tribal elders are as experienced as the old fox. It is more likely that they are lucky to live for a long time, so they have a high status.

Ahmed, an elder from the Aza tribe, was not very smart. He came up and asked Cao Yin, if the Aza tribe cooperates with the Adan company, how much benefit can the Aza company give the Aza tribe.

"What benefits do you want?" Cao Yin is not in a hurry, it's better to check the bottom line first.

"We need food, wine, weapons and ammunition, and your kind of cars that bullets can't penetrate—" Ahmed didn't say the specific number, and it is estimated that if the number exceeds one hundred, it will be impossible to count.

It is very likely that the vast majority of nomadic tribes have no mathematical concepts.

"As long as you are willing to cooperate, you will have everything you need." Cao Yin smiled, and I will give you a car, and you have to drive it.

Fortunately, he didn't ask for a plane.

But this is not a problem, the old Ali does not know how to fly a plane, he can pay someone to fly.

So the really useful thing is money.

The ambitions of these elders must not have expanded to the level of old Ali.

When you meet for the first time, don’t expect to discuss all the issues. The tribal elders also need to communicate to see if there are any pitfalls in the cooperation with the southern Africans.

In the evening, the tribal elders were arranged to stay at the Rhodesia Hotel. Alvin also arranged a smoke-free barbecue for the elders, and the elders and warriors were very satisfied.

Returning to the room after the meal, Elder Sava sat on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated.

Cao Yin’s conditions are very good. All tribes willing to cooperate can get the support of the North African Allied Forces and Adan Company. There is no problem with food, wine, weapons and ammunition. Cao Yin’s only requirement is to ensure the safety of the oil field.

"If we have enough weapons, we can annex all the other tribes, and then we will be the largest—no, the only tribe in the entire desert." Abo was very happy, and Alvin sent him off after the meeting. Gave Bo a new pair of boots.

Abo's previous pair of boots were trophies seized from the battlefield, and I don't know which allied soldier's feet they took off.

Even Abo didn't notice that the size of his previous boots didn't fit. After getting the new boots, Abo's affection for Alvin reached its peak in an instant.

"In that case, we will be besieged by all the tribes." Baderlo worried that the benefits for the southern Africans would not be good.

"But if we don't cooperate with southern Africans, there will be people who are willing to cooperate with southern Africans. What will happen then?" Abo is just outspoken, not ignorant.

Just when Badr was about to speak, Sava suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yes, even if we don't cooperate with the southern Africans, other people will be tempted." Sawa sighed, the allied forces are too powerful, and the tribe has no qualifications to raise conditions at all.

What Sawa didn't expect was that there are smart people everywhere. When Sawa was weighing the pros and cons in the room, someone had already taken the initiative to find Cao Yin.

"Good evening, Elder Ahmed—" Cao Yin was not surprised, he didn't leave the restaurant after dinner, waiting for someone to take the bait.

"Sir, the Aza tribe is willing to fully cooperate with you. With your help, I can annex all other tribes in the shortest possible time. At that time, I can guarantee that no one will dare to attack the oil field." Ahmed urgently , this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Cao Yin smiled and said nothing, he could feel Ahmed's mood.

But Ahmed is not a good partner.

If, as Ahmed said, the Aza tribe swallows up all the other tribes, then sooner or later Ahmed will move to the oil fields.

Cao Yin hopes to have a smart and rational partner.

"I want to become the king of North Africa. This has always been my ideal. Now I have the opportunity to achieve it. If you can help me, I will give you the richest reward." Ahmed didn't understand the situation, Cao Yin is a member of the military and cannot make decisions on behalf of Adan Company.

However, in Ahmed's eyes, there is not much difference between the military and Adan Company.

"This issue will be discussed in detail after we arrive in the meeting room tomorrow. You know, the partner I need not only needs ambition, but also needs the strength to match ambition." Cao Yin has to continue fishing, and I don't know how many there will be. People take the bait.

What Cao Yin didn't expect was that the nomadic tribes were far more brutal than he imagined.

When there are many potential cooperation partners, the Allies can choose slowly, and the advantage does not lie with the Aza tribe.

If the only potential partner left is the Aza tribe, then the Allies would have no choice.

After leaving the restaurant and returning to the room, Ahmed gathered everyone in the Aza tribe to assign tasks.

In the room of the Sava tribe, Elder Sawa was praying with Abo and Badr, which was their homework every day.

tie bang bang——

There was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Who?" Abo was in a bad mood.

The corridor outside was a bit noisy, there was the sound of moving heavy objects next door, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made Abo instantly vigilant.

As the bravest warrior of the Sava tribe, Abo is very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"It's me, Aybak from the Aza tribe. Our elder asked Elder Sava to go to his room. There is something urgent."

"We're already asleep—" Abo didn't want to open the door, Aybak was the best warrior of the Aza tribe.

Speaking of which, conflicts broke out between the Sava tribe and the Aza tribe, and the relationship between the two tribes was not good.

Abo once played against Aiba Ke, and the two were tied.

But that was the era of cold weapons, and now it has evolved into hot weapons. Even the strongest fighter may be killed by a child with a pistol.

bang bang-

The knocking turned into a slamming door.

"I have a bad temper—" Abo stood up angrily, defenseless.

"Wait—" Bader was cautious, followed Abo to stand up, and picked up the short knife beside the bed.

Considering safety issues, the Allied forces took away all hot weapons such as long knives and pistols when the tribal warriors stayed at the Rhodesia Hotel, leaving only short knives for cutting meat.

Seeing Badr holding a knife, Abo woke up like a dream.

Through the cat's eyes, it was indeed Ebaker standing outside the door.

What made Abo's inner alarm ring loudly was that there seemed to be blood stains on Aiba Ke's face that had not been wiped clean.

bang bang-

Ebaker was still banging on the door.

"Wait—it's coming—" Bader signaled Abo to get ready.

Abo drew his knife out of its sheath and hid behind the door.

The moment the door opened, Aiba Ke rushed in holding a bloody short knife. Before the knife could be swung out, he was stabbed in the neck by Abo.

Whether they do mental calculations or not, even two warriors with equal fighting power, the scene is one-sided.

"Oh-ho-ho--" Aiba Ke fell down clutching his neck, his face full of disbelief.

Badr stabbed Aybak in the chest with a knife casually, and stabbed another warrior of the Aza tribe with a backhand knife.

Abo stood next to Bader, and the two of them completely blocked the narrow passage. Four warriors from the Aza tribe who rushed in one after another fell under the swords of Abo and Bader.

At last the sound of heavy footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

"Hold your head in your hands, squat down, do as I say, or I will shoot—" The hotel guards arrived late, and they can't be blamed, since the Rhodesia Hotel opened, there has never been such a vicious incident.

Some unbelieving warriors of the Aza tribe raised their knives and rushed towards the hotel guards howling.

Bah—— bah——

What greeted him was intensive shooting, and several guards fired together, and the unbelieving warriors were immediately beaten into sieves.

Umbrella company mercenaries don't fight with cold weapons.

(End of this chapter)