The Colonial Pioneer Corps had the task of clearing out the rubble burned by the rebels and then rebuilding a castle-like barracks on the ruins that would later serve as the home of the Northern Rhodesian Division.

In addition to the barracks, they will build a 120-kilometre-long iron road connecting Bukavu to Nyasaland, as well as an extension of the pier to facilitate the docking of the Nyasaland Marine Police's 1,000-ton Marine Police vessels.

These works are to be completed before November, and the rainy season in the Congo Free State is from November to May, and once the rainy season arrives, the construction becomes exponentially more difficult.

The colonial pioneer group that came to Bukavu had a total of 1,500 people, and the person in charge was an African named Howard, Howard was Yaya's henchman, and Yaya trusted him very much, and it was Howard's ideal to become a real Nyasalam.

"I don't care what you do, no matter what the cost, all the work must be done by November, or we will all be in trouble, Mr. Yaya does not like people who can't finish their work." Howard knew that the deadline was tight, and he emphasized it at the work meeting.

"Mr. Howard, the construction materials have not been delivered yet, and we don't have construction machinery, so it's very difficult to complete these jobs in six months." An older captain had a grimace on his face

The colonial development regiment in Nyasaland is basically about 1,000 to 1,500 people, each hundred people are a detachment, with a captain and deputy captain responsible for management, and each detachment is divided into ten groups, with a team leader responsible for supervising the work, if a group does not complete the workload of the day, then the team leader must accept punishment on behalf of the whole group, if the whole team does not complete the task, it is the responsibility of the captain and vice captain.

"If it's a very easy job, it won't be our turn, only by completing the difficult work, can we show our value, so please squeeze those cheap bones to your heart's content, if you can't complete the task on time, I will also be punished by Mr. Yaya, and you all know very well, I will punish you doubly." As long as Howard results out, the colonial pioneer group is because of the layers of pressing, so the infrastructure construction in Nyasaland can be so fast.

In the ten years since Roque took over Nyasaland, the Colonial Pioneer Corps has built nearly 8,000 kilometers of railways, 25,000 kilometers of roads, more than 1,000 bridges, and hundreds of towns.

In the process, countless members of the Colonial Pioneer Corps died unexpectedly, which is the unavoidable black history of Nyasaland.

"Can you add some staff?" The captains knew that it was impossible to extend the time, so they had to increase the number of personnel.

"No, it's just us." Howard was also helpless.

"Aren't the twenty-sixth and fifty-fifth regiments in Xuanwu City?"

"Don't ask, don't ask, we're all here in Bukawu, do you think the 26th and 55th regiments can still stay in Xuanwu City?" Howard also didn't know how many colonial pioneer groups there were in Nyasaland, and judging from the serial number alone, there were already three digits.

The next morning, as soon as it was dawn, the captains shouted all the workers to start work, breakfast was potatoes with salted fish, this meal was unlimited, eat as much as you want, but everyone was used to eating within ten minutes, and then they started construction separately.

"Mr. Sheriff, we promise to complete the mission in another six months." Howard had to report the progress of his work to Feng Xun every day, and in this sense, Feng Xun was the supervisor of the entire colonial development group.

"It doesn't matter if you can't finish it, you don't have to explain it to me anyway." Feng Xun is not in a hurry, Howard's boss is Yaya, Yaya's boss is Christian, there is a bigger boss above Christian, and the official is crushing people to death.

"Mr. Sheriff, rest assured, these ruins will be cleared today, and then the materials can be entered." Howard's purpose was to rush materials, to build a castle with stones, to build rails and sleepers, to expand the docks with steel and cement, and now there is nothing in Bukavu.

"The materials will be delivered in the afternoon." Feng Xun's words finally made Howard breathe a sigh of relief, the building materials have been very tight recently, and the trains coming from Favalt have been sending reinforced concrete one by one, and I don't know where they were sent.

"By the way, you draw a team of people out and get the piece of land by the lake." Feng Xun had other requirements, the land by the lake was reserved for those refugees, and it was still a forest, and if it was to be cleared, a team of people would have to work for at least ten days.

In the tropical rainforest area, large trees that are more than 100 years old can be seen everywhere, and the colonial development team has no chainsaws or bulldozers, and it is indeed a bit slow to rely on manpower.

Fortunately, the price of workers is really cheap, less than one rand per person per month, and this price is not enough for the Chinese to be hired.

"Our manpower is already very tight—" Howard was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to directly refuse Feng Xun's request.

Feng Xun is a true Nyasaland, and he is also a sheriff, an status that is unattainable for Africans like Howard.

As mentioned earlier, Howard's dream is to become a real Nyasaland, and this dream now seems to be illusory, and even if he becomes a real Nyasaland, it will be difficult for Howard to work in the police department.

The police station in Nyasaland is notoriously xenophobic, and there are very few white police officers.

"There will be new people coming in the afternoon." Even if Feng Xun helped Luisa, he would definitely not affect the work of the colonial development team.

"That's great—" Howard excited.

As a result, when people arrived at Howard in the afternoon, they were surprised to find that a group of Indians had come, although there were about 500 people, but Howard had a very bad feeling in his heart.

In the past, there were also Indian workers in the Colonial Pioneer Corps, but none of those Indian workers could hold out for more than two years, and then the Indian workers were gradually cleared out of the Colonial Pioneer Corps.

"Hell, there were five hundred people when we boarded the ship from Port Edward, why only 480 now?" Feng Xun is not worthy of the number, and in Nyasaland, the escape of workers is a serious dereliction of duty and must be reported.

"There were indeed 500 people when we got on the boat, and then it was like seeing a ghost along the way, first some people fell into the water, then they fell out of bed and broke their necks and died, some were bitten by poisonous snakes, and some were dragged away by crocodiles, and the rest were trying to escape, and then they were killed on the spot." The bearded captain also had a ghostly expression, and it was estimated that this was the most bizarre voyage in his life.

"You killed fourteen?" Feng Xun couldn't believe it, if he wanted to escape so much, why did he accept the employment of the colonial development group.

"No, only one was killed, and fourteen fell into the water." The bearded captain is devastated, and I'm afraid no one will believe this kind of thing.

Feng Xun obviously didn't believe it, such a clumsy lie, it is estimated that Luisa would not believe it.

"Tom, come here, tell this sergeant how many times you have fallen overboard?" The bearded sheriff didn't talk nonsense, and directly called a sailor.

"Fourteen indeed, Mr. Sheriff—ah, no, fifteen now—" The expression on the sailor's face was wonderful, and just now, a worker had to jump twice on a gangplank that was catapulted straight into the river.

"Look, these Indians are so unremembered, what can I say, they are really going forward on the road of death." The bearded captain picked up the pen to change the record.

"No, no, we'll scoop people up-" Feng Xun refused, joking, it was a pity to finally get people to Bukavu, and it was really a pity that they died in vain without doing any work.

"Then I wish you all the best in your work, Sergeant—" The bearded captain saluted Feng Xun.

Feng Xun hurriedly didn't care about returning the gift, he had indeed fished out the people over there, and the people had already begun to roll their eyes in just a dozen seconds.

There was no need for a doctor to do so, and the crew of the ship were trained in this area, but artificial respiration was enough, and a sailor about as muscular as Popeye punched the guy in the stomach twice, and the unsuccessful guy immediately began to choke on water.

"Howard, 480 people in total, sign it." Feng Xun raised his hand to call Howard over, and then couldn't help but worry: "These people are estimated to be difficult to manage—"

"It's okay sheriff, no matter how difficult the guys are to manage come to me, I will make sure they work honestly." Howard is confident that now that the Colonial Pioneer Corps has sorted out a set of effective management methods, whether it is Africans or Indians, as long as they arrive at the Colonial Pioneer Corps, they can only work honestly, and it is impossible to be lazy.

That night, the colonial pioneer group was re-divided, still a detachment of 100 men, and all these Indians were disorganized and evenly distributed among the detachments, about two or three of each group, and these two or three people were the main objects of surveillance for the rest of the group.

"Enjoy your dinner, this is probably your last cozy dinner, and when you wake up tomorrow morning, you'll be greeted with a new life—" Howard scurried around the camp with a whip in his hand, but no one paid attention to him, and the new Indian workers were like starving ghosts, and the African-American workers were about to vomit from eating potatoes and salted fish, but these Indian workers were like they had never seen before.

"Are you all starving ghosts reincarnated?" Howard didn't get the response he wanted, and grabbed an Indian-American worker.

"I don't know if I starved to death in my last life, but I knew that if I had stayed in India, I would have starved to death." The Indian worker's mouth was stuffed with food, and his English pronunciation was not standard, and it was amazing that Howard could understand it.

"Starvation? It's already 1911, will India still starve to death? Howard obviously didn't know about the situation in India, let alone 1911, and India starved to death in 2011.