In fact, mineral resources companies are in line with the positioning of European countries in Africa, including the United Kingdom, all European countries do not want to see Africa set up any enterprises related to science and technology, it is best that Africa is miners and farmers, and the ore and grain produced are bought in Europe without any processing, so that it is most in line with the interests of European countries.

Of course, this is only an ideal scenario, and it is basically impossible now.

No matter how harsh the positioning of European countries is in Africa, those white people who have emigrated to Africa certainly do not think so, and everyone wants to have more power, so the control of European countries over Africa is gradually relaxed.

While Roque was on a tour of Port Edward, a squad of soldiers from the Northern Rhodesian Division was collecting samples on the border between Nyasaland and Belgian Congo, protecting several Christians exploration company prospectors.

The oldest prospector is Elijah Lucas from Germany, who previously worked at Krupp in Germany and was hired by Christian to carry out field exploration while taking a few selected Chinese students with him.

During the lunch break, Elijah Lucas took out a piece of ore mixed with blue and yellow patches and explained to the students: "Most of the ores around here are this kind of blue ore, which is a secondary mineral, often symbiotic or associated with malachite, in addition to blue ore, copper ore also has bornite, chalcoite, and chalcopyrite, these ores are in the company's showroom, you should already be familiar with it, it should be noted that the copper mines near the North Sea are also associated with cobalt ore, and it is estimated that the reserves of cobalt ore are not small. We'll continue to work on it when we get back—"

Elijah Lucas explained very carefully, and several students listened attentively while taking notes.

"Teacher, how do we determine the reserves of copper ore?" Yarman, who was still wrapped in bandages, raised his hand to ask questions, he had rolled down the cliff during his morning work, but fortunately there was no major problem, Elijah Lucas wanted Yarman to return to Ulysses early, but Yarman refused.

"Determining the reserves needs data support, to consider the composition of the copper ore belt, there is a lack of similar data, but it can be determined that the copper mine near the North Sea is very large, a lot of copper ore has been found here in the past two years, it is estimated that it is a copper ore belt, the specific reserves are not easy to say, we only know now, this copper ore belt may be forty meters thick." Elijah Lucas is still rigorous, and he doesn't talk nonsense about uncertainties.

"Shall we continue in the afternoon?" Yarman was scrappy.

"It depends on the gentlemen's arrangement, we are now on the border, and further north, the Belgian territory." Elijah Lucas regretted that this copper belt must have been extended into Belgian Congo, but Elijah Lucas could not continue to explore, which made Elijah Lucas very unwilling.

The second lieutenant in charge of leading the team is also unwilling, the border line between Nyasaland and the Belgian Congo is the small river next to the Belgian Congo, this side of the river belongs to Nyasaland, and the other side of the river belongs to the Belgian Congo, the width of the river is only more than ten meters, there is a Congolese village not far from the opposite bank, the village is surrounded by coconut palms and mango trees, and the village is very eager to cross the river to pick a taste, but unfortunately there is no reason.

The dozen or so soldiers beside Tong Kui also looked at the mango tree not far away and salivated, looked at the yellow, orange and orange mangoes, and then looked at the luncheon meat that had just been opened in their hands, almost all of the soldiers were disgusted.

"If only the lord let us fight across the river, the Belgians are all weak chickens, and our team can easily kill them for a company." A sergeant couldn't swallow the meat of his lunch, his eyes staring at the mango across the river, as if the fruitful mango tree was a beautiful woman with no clothes on.

"If you want to eat it, you can pick it yourself." Qi Kui is not a picky eater, he finished the luncheon meat in two bites, and after only a few days of eating, he began to pick and choose, and he was hungry!

"Really!" The sergeant was overjoyed, jumped up and tried to find a way to cross the river.

"Don't look for trouble for Lao Tzu, do we want to eat mangoes? Can the mangoes on the other side taste meaty or what? "It's a kick when you go up, you can do it, and it's not incomparable.

Of course, mangoes are not a Congolese specialty, and mangoes, coconuts, and travelers' bananas are also everywhere in Nyasaland, that is, the northern division of Rhodesia has a rule that the troops must carry a certain amount of supplies when performing their tasks, otherwise they will not starve even if they don't bring anything, and they will not starve when they leave the barracks.

"Platoon leader, don't say it, the mangoes on our side are just not as delicious as the mangoes on the other side." The sergeant quickly dodged, looking at the mango on the other side with a look of regret.

In fact, it's all psychological factors, other people's wives are the best, foreign monks can chant scriptures, their own mangoes are delicious, it's right that they don't eat them anyway and they won't rot -

It's really going to rot, Nyasaland expelled the Congolese people in the territory, and those Congolese tribes were burned, and Nyasaland now can't take care of the land near the North Sea, so many fruit trees in the wild are not picked, and no one eats them until they mature and fall off naturally, which is actually a waste.

But it doesn't matter if it's wasted, the officers and soldiers of the northern Rhodesia division just feel that the fruit is more delicious than the fruit in the Congo, and it has nothing to do with the quality of the fruit.

As soon as he wanted to speak, several Belgian Congolese soldiers suddenly appeared around the tribe opposite.

To say that they are soldiers is to insult the term "soldiers", these are actually the colonial servant army formed during the time of Leopold II, and now that the Belgian Congo has been established, they have naturally become the regular army of the Belgian Congo, and the flags have been replaced with the Belgian flag.

In fact, the soldiers were all African, and under the leadership of a white officer, all the women and children of the tribe were gathered in a clearing in the middle of the tribe, and then the white officers began to babble.

"What's going on?" The sergeant approached Kui with his light machine gun.

Tong Kui's face was pale, he looked at the other side coldly and did not speak, and the piece of chocolate in his hand was crushed.

This kind of thing is very common in the Belgian Congo, the adult males of the Belgian Congo are basically working on the plantations of the five major companies, and there are only some old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the tribe, and these Belgian Congolese soldiers are also burning, killing and looting, and often the entire tribe is slaughtered.

Elijah Lucas also noticed the situation on the other side of the river, and stood beside him with several students.

"Sir, if you can, please stay away." He didn't want Elijah Lucas to know what was going to happen next.

"It's okay Captain, this kind of thing happens every day, doesn't it?" Elijah Lucas was not pedantic, his expression was very serious, his lips were trembling slightly, and it could be seen that Elijah Lucas was also trying his best to restrain himself.

"Professor—" Yarman gently held Elijah Lucas.

Elijah Lucas patted Yarman's hand, his expression became extremely sad and angry, and the hat in his hand was crumpled into a ball.

The soldiers on the other side of the river did not notice what was happening on this side of the river, and after all the women and children of the tribe had been gathered in a clearing in the middle of the tribe, the white officer said a few words, then took out his revolver and began to check the bullets in the pistol.

It's just the usual practice of the Belgians, in order to intimidate the Congolese, they resort to cruel methods in the Belgian Congo, and under normal circumstances, the "eleventh killing" is extreme enough, and the Belgian Congolese soldiers often kill half of the tribe to strengthen their majesty.

"Dog's day, it's playing this hand again." The sergeant couldn't help but curse.

Others did not know how cruel the Belgians were in the Congo, and the officers and men of the Northern Rhodesia Division must have known that in recent times, many Congolese have fled across the border into Nyasaland, and Nyasaland will not take these people, but will generally send them to the territory of the Yao people, and the officers and men of the Northern Rhodesia Division hate these Belgians.

"Dunzi, take the professor and leave." Qi Kui's voice was extremely depressed, and everyone knew that Qi Kui was suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Platoon commander!" The sergeant's hand trembling with the light machine gun, and in order to make it easier to carry, the light machine guns of the northern Rhodesia division are equipped with a portable handle, which makes it easy for the light machine gun to accompany the troops.

"Execute the order!" Qi Kui turned around, not wanting to make a fuss.

It was at this moment that a gunshot suddenly sounded behind him.

Phew-

The sound of gunfire echoed back and forth on the surface of the river, and when he was reincarnated, he happened to see a woman fall to the ground.

This is a woman who is still carrying a child, and when she fell, she did not forget to use her body to provide a cushion for the child in her arms.

The child's cry was extremely harsh, and Qi Kui's hand subconsciously put it on the handle of the gun on his waist.

Before he could react.

Bang!

Someone shot at his side.

The white officer, who was laughing, collapsed, and several colonial servant soldiers were stunned.

Bang! Woohoo –

More gunshots rang out.

All the Colonial Servant soldiers were knocked to the ground.

"Who? Who's going to shoot again! Qi Kui's voice was extremely loud, and it sounded very happy.

"Platoon commander, my gun has gone off—" The sergeant's muzzle was still emitting a wisp of green smoke.

"It's time for you to go mad!" Qi Kui scolded.

"Platoon commander, my gun has gone off the rails—"

"Platoon commander, those shit days are damned!"

"Platoon commander, mine is also a fire-"

The soldiers were gossiping, and Kui secretly glanced at Elijah Lucas with a very embarrassed expression.

"Uh-huh, I didn't see anything, those damn guys are unlucky!" Elijah Lucas is smart, but he is a professor, and his IQ is much higher than that of these big soldiers.