"You still have a pastor here?"

Old Black Chaka was a little surprised.

He looked at the Chinese people present, these people still believe this, shouldn't they build a Buddhist hall or a Taoist temple or something?

Or the Confucian Temple can also be!

"Freedom of belief, but also respect local customs and habits! They worship them, we just have to take care of ourselves!"

Fang Zhiguo smiled, except for having to have a week every Sunday, there seemed to be nothing else!

On the contrary, the pastor usually helped them solve the communication problem with the locals, after all, the Chinese people are in a foreign country, and the customs and taboos encountered are different, which can easily cause misunderstandings and contradictions.

With this kind middleman, Director Hao Changchang commanded those black employees to save a lot of trouble, and by the way, he also gave the other party a salary to help repair the small church, the area of the small church is not large, only seventy or eighty square meters at most, inside and outside, and it didn't take much effort before and after.

Chaka said meaningfully: "Fortunately, you are from Huaxia!"

If you change to another foreigner, unless you are of the same religion, I am afraid that you may not be polite to a small pastor.

A crackling electromagnetic murmur sounded behind Fang Zhiguo's waist, and then he remembered a clear voice.

"Section chief, section chief, from the south, someone rushed in, there were probably hundreds of people, and vehicles, and the rice fields we planted were all finished!"

At the vantage point at the top of the warehouse, someone with a telescope looked in the direction of the constant sound of gunfire, paying attention to the sudden battle.

"Alas, we are finally implicated!"

Hao Chang let out a long sigh.

He was very distressed about the destroyed rice fields, which not only contained rice, but also raised field fish, and the output of each acre of land was not only grain, coupled with the local weather and the fertility of the land, the output value of each season was considerable.

After such a war, the loss of the farm is enough to make the flesh hurt, and so far the cost has been invested, and it is a risk to pay back every night and one day.

Ping-pong, gunshots like fried beans came from afar.

The firefight was already so close to the warehouse that it even overwhelmed the sound of the rain.

"Hurry up, hide in quickly, be careful of stray bullets, if you get shot, you have no place to reason!"

Hao Changchang's face changed slightly, and he urged repeatedly.

I didn't expect the warring sides to divide the winners and losers so quickly, and they also brought the flames of war into the farm.

Boom!

More shells flew in, most of them into the rice fields, and the mud and grass seedlings flew into the air, and the small fish in the rice fields were already crushed.

There weren't many hapless kids who were blown off by the shells.

Li Bai and the others hurriedly pulled the trolley, carried the hot pot, and rushed into the warehouse.

Fang Zhiguo, the head of the farm security section, asked the sandbag gap to be completely blocked, and in front of the warehouse gate was a sandbag wall more than two meters high, with a shooting hole reserved in the middle.

After pulling the trolley into the warehouse, Li Bai stayed at the door of the warehouse and did not continue to run to the cellar.

Obviously sensing the sinking of the trolley, Sun Fatzi turned his head and hurriedly urged: "Li Bai, hurry up, your broken marksmanship, don't be blind there!"

It would be fine if Li Bai was a sharpshooter, but he wasn't!

"I'm in charge of fire deterrence!"

Li Bai leaned against the sandbag wall and made a V-shaped gesture, not wanting to follow at all.

Outside is just a small scene of chasing the dead and defeating, where is the night when the monsters slaughter the indigenous tribes all the way bloody and exciting is more exciting.

He uses a sword to speak when he pretends to be forced, and he also divides the object, and these little shrimps are also worthy?!

"your firepower, fool! You save me some bullets, no, I'll leave you a magazine. ”

Sun Fatzi immediately quit, lost the trolley, turned around and ran back, with Li Bai's stinky marksmanship, it depends on his grandson at the critical moment.

Sun Nanzheng is righteous, but he is afraid that Li Bai will not be able to stand it, and he will still be able to stand it.

At the critical moment, you can see the character, the old black Chaka Abaluta ran into the cellar without looking back, ran fast, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, in this guy's opinion, there is a solid warehouse and thick ground, and it should be quite safe to stay in the cellar, I am very glad that Sun Fatzi persuaded himself in time, and did not run out rashly, crashed into the battlefield, and died in vain.

Mi Jun, an animal husbandry expert who took over the trolley, was still standing at the entrance of the cellar and shouted at Li Bai and Sun Fatzi: "What are you two doing? Come down quickly, there are too many people there, go to the cellar quickly, don't do anything there!"

Director Hao didn't have time to take care of the two of them at this time, he had to go down to the cellar to count the number of people, and cooperate with Pastor Marco to calm people's hearts.

It's not just those blacks who need to take a reassuring pill, but even the Chinese people who come down together need to stabilize the morale of the army, in case the armed men outside haven't come in, and their own people will be in chaos first, then he, the farm director, will be the end.

"What is the reason why one magazine of bullets is enough? just put it in two circles and it will be gone, don't worry, I can control the scene!"

Li Bai felt that Sun Fatzi, who ran back again, was simply thinking too much, how could the situation be so serious, and Director Hao had already led people to hang the five-star red flag everywhere.

The warring sides will give some face, and it is at least safe to stay in this warehouse.

"You've been staying in the barracks, you don't know what's going on outside, the guns have no eyes, and dying here is a vain death, don't be foolish, give me the gun!"

After seeing so many places in the world, Sun Nanzheng felt that he could become an expert on the customs and customs of half Somalia, and even spoke hundreds of Somali words, such as hello, goodbye, friend...... and so on, barely able to talk nonsense with the locals.

"This gun is mine, don't grab it, be careful of misfire!"

Li Bai resolutely refused to agree, if he was empty-handed, he would not be a melon-eating audience.

It's fairly easy to choose which is more interesting, listening to the sound of cannons or leaning here to watch the excitement.

As for the hot pot that has been carried into the cellar by Accountant Dong, there are still a lot of ingredients anyway, and I am not afraid of delaying this moment.

I'm not afraid of 10,000, I'm afraid of just in case, if Fang Zhiguo, the head of the farm security section, can't stop those dead earth and black militants, he, the finale demon king, can still shine.

Shout!~

There was a terrible howl in the air, and before everyone could react, a deafening loud bang was heard, and a tool room on the outskirts of the small village was like a volcanic eruption, and everything flew into the sky.

"it!~No, lie down!~"

Sun Fatzi hugged his head and was about to lie down on the ground, and wanted to pull Li Bai to fall down with him.

It's a pity that he didn't pull, but instead hung more than a foot above the ground without getting up or down, looking like he was doing push-ups, and his big belly was already on the ground before his chest was on the ground.

"Don't worry, the impact point is still more than 200 meters away from us! and...... It's not right for you to lie down like this, don't let your chest and abdomen close to the ground, keep a certain distance!"

Li Bai was calm as usual, listening to the whistling of artillery shells, it should be a small-caliber field artillery, but the head was a little crooked.