Although the drunkard was taken away, his voice still echoed above the banquet hall.

Coward!

Poor worm!

Sardine!

These words were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of all the Southern African Navy members present.

"Remember how you feel at this moment, and don't repeat the mistakes of the past—don't let people despise us—don't give others another chance to laugh at us—prove by your profession and attitude that you are worthy of this uniform—" Roque raised his voice and his determined gaze swept over the faces of all the Southern African naval officers present.

Barton pursed his lips vigorously, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly, and his body stood straight, like a javelin.

Roque patted Barton on the shoulder, turned back to John de Robeck and smiled, "It's okay, we were all young, who wouldn't make a mistake when they were young—"

This was also addressed to Barton.

Unlike Roque, Barton has largely not suffered many setbacks in his adult journey, and smooth sailing is not necessarily a good thing for Barton.

This incident will definitely be a stain on Barton's career, but as long as he can survive this hurdle, Barton will definitely be able to go further and more steadily.

"Locke, I'm starting to believe what you said now, the Southern African Navy will definitely be a strong navy." John de Robeck knows the importance of an inclusive leader for a community.

The next day, the exercise officially began.

Roque did not stay for the exercise, and left Walvis Bay early in the morning and returned to Pretoria.

When something happened in the Kingdom of the Congo, some of the generals who were loyal to Lu Taitai and did not approve of the Kingdom of the Congo joining the Southern African Union, raised a counter-flag in Mbandaka, in the north of the Kingdom of the Congo, claiming to secede from the Kingdom of the Congo and re-establish the Congolese Free State.

"The leader of the rebels is a man named Vanet, who fought in the world war and has just returned to the Kingdom of Congo from Europe not long ago, and we have evidence that Vanet has received a large amount of supplies from the French colonies, and I have ordered the 1st and 2nd Infantry Divisions to be ready for battle and ready to go to Mbandaka to quell the rebellion." Martin is murderous, and with Roque unable to concentrate on the work of the Ministry of Defense and Derek Dodd's health has deteriorated dramatically, Martin is now in great power.

Further north of the Kingdom of Kongo are French colonies.

It is also normal for France to support Vanet, which is retaliation for the absorption of Madagascar by Southern Africa into the Southern African Union.

"First of all, the border between the Kingdom of Congo and the French colonies will be blocked, and Vanet will be cut off from receiving aid from the French colonies." With the strength of the rebels, without the intervention of external forces, it will not take long for Roque to collapse on its own.

"Mumu is carrying out a great purge in the Congo kingdom, and it is said that hundreds of people have died." Martin's face was solemn, and the rebellion in Vanet had nothing to do with Mumu's purge.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, after Mu Mu ascended to the throne, he would definitely purge the people and horses loyal to Lu Taitai to make room for his descendants.

This is beyond reproach, and Roque has no choice in exchange for Roque.

However, Mumu is obviously not skilled enough in the cleaning work, so Vanet has a chance to rebel.

If Mu Mu knew how Southern Africa dealt with the Freyburg rebels, then I believe Mu Mu would definitely be able to do better.

"Regardless of him, this is the internal affairs of the Kingdom of Congo, send a telegram to Mumu, so that he is ready to cooperate with us to Mu-Mu what?" Roque was really speechless about these place names in Africa.

"M-Ban-Da-Ka-" Martin paused.

"Go back and tell Mumu to change the place name to a normal place name as much as possible." Roque is demanding, and cultural invasion is also part of assimilation.

In fact, Mumu has done a very good job, after Lu Taitai abdicated, Mumu changed the name of the capital of the Kingdom of Congo to Matilda, and his intention is self-evident.

The capital of the Kingdom of Congo was called Leopoldville during the Congo Free State, and after the establishment of the Kingdom of Kongo, Lutei renamed Leopoldville to Kinshasa, which was the second name change of Leopoldville in ten years.

Just as Roque decided to send his army to Mbandaka to quell the rebellion, a deal was underway in a bush camp on the banks of the Congo River, 3,000 kilometres from Pretoria.

"Urdu, my friend, it's a pleasure to see you." A short white man and an African hugged each other tightly, and the camp was surrounded by dozens of armed white mercenaries, as well as hundreds of African soldiers on the other side of the river.

"Parker, I hope you brought what Vane wanted, or Vane's wrath will surely burn you to ashes-" Urdu looked arrogant, his head held high and his expression was arrogant, like the king of the jungle.

"Hahahaha-haha-of course, I'm a reputable and all-powerful Parker, did you bring what I want?" The mockery in Parker's eyes was fleeting, and to do business with these Africans was to put up with their pretenses.

In the language of southern Africa, these Africans who are rich or have a relatively high status are indeed very "pretending".

Urdupi didn't smile and gave the entourage behind him a look.

The attendant casually tossed a cloth bag at Parker's feet.

"Nima-tap-" Parker's expression was exaggerated as if he were having a heart attack.

The cloth bag contains half a bag of wool diamonds, which are the kind of diamonds that have just been dug out of the ground and have not been further processed.

Parker picked up one, almost the size of a pigeon's egg.

The so-called pigeon egg diamond is not really the same size as a pigeon egg.

Although the diamond in Parker's hand is large, but after processing and polishing, the volume will be further reduced, and finally there can be five or six carats is good, in general, more than five carats of diamonds, can be called "pigeon eggs".

"How?" Urdu was domineering, he didn't quite understand the value of these diamonds, and he didn't want to know about them.

For Africans, diamonds are just some beautiful stones, and if it weren't for the special meaning given to them by jewelry companies, the value of diamonds and other stones would not be much different.

In the Kimberley, in the early days, only colored diamonds were worth a little money, and those colorless diamonds, no matter how pure they were, no one wanted.

As we all know, colorless diamonds have also become sought after as the slogan "Diamonds are eternal, one lasts forever" became known.

"Not bad, not bad—" Parker watched one after another, dizzying.

"Of course, yes, we're not some treacherous white people who sell us obsolete weapons that are badly worn out and about to be obsolete as new weapons—" Urdu's expression was gloomy, and the meaning of his words was obvious.

"Hahaha-how could it be-" Parker disagreed, this little bit of self-effacing was still there.

With Parker's whistle, a motorboat drove in the distance with a half-bang.

"You don't believe me?" Your was very angry, Parker was obviously wary of your, in the primeval forest, it was too normal for black to eat black.

"Urdu, my friend, you have now gained my trust." Parker sneered, and your looked like a criminal.

The motorboat was loaded with wooden crates, and as soon as it came to rest on the shore, Urdu couldn't wait to board it.

The wooden box was filled with the French army's standard Lebel rifles, brand new, and with a faint smell of gun oil.

"Why not Lee Enfield?" Urdu was angry that the Congolese troops had used Lee Enfield during the World War, and had never used a Lebel rifle.

"Without Lee Enfield, the Lebel rifle is more advanced than Lee Enfield, you know it after you use it, and I promise, you'll love Lebel." Parker smiled, that's it, love or not.

"Our troops are used to Lee Enfield and have never used a Lebel rifle, which can have a serious impact on the troops." Your are not tempted by Parker, and the Lebel rifle is more advanced than Lee Enfield? I'm afraid Parker himself doesn't believe it.

If your knew that these Lebel rifles were still the old-fashioned single-shot Lebel, I'm afraid your would be even angrier.

"It doesn't matter, each rifle comes with 50 rounds, and it only takes a few days for the soldiers to get used to it, and the soldiers will be familiar with it." Parker got the diamond and turned around and left, really thinking that France genuinely supported the Congolese in their rebellion against tyranny in southern Africa?

Don't be funny, it's no wonder that these guerrillas can beat the southern African army armed to the teeth.

I am afraid that when the southern African army arrives, these Africans will scatter in a hurry, and even if they are given the best weapons, they will not be able to use their weapons.

Parker was impressed by the performance of the Southern African Expeditionary Force during the World War.

The current southern African army is more professional, more advanced in weapons, and more logistical than during the world war. Take the head?

"Bastard, you give me back—" Urdu thundered.

"Urdu, don't take my politeness for weakness—" Parker half-turned with a grim expression.

Urdu was speechless for a moment.

Africans are still weak in the face of whites.

It was really enslaved for hundreds of years, and servility has been deeply rooted, and when it was replaced by the Congo Free State twenty years ago, Urdu scolded Parker, which could lead to the slaughter of the entire ethnic group.

Looking at Urdu, who was evasive, Parker sneered and disappeared into the dense forest with the white gunman.

Urdu sighed and beckoned the African soldiers on the other side of the river to come and unload the goods, it was not all right to have weapons, and when the bullets ran out, they still needed to trade with the French.

Urdu also knew that trading with the French was a game of stealth, but Urdu had no choice.

Less than halfway through the load, the sound of a motorboat engine was suddenly heard in the distance.

"The Marine Police are coming, it's the Southern African Marine Police—" As the sentry sounded, the banks of the river immediately became chaotic.

"Speed up, hurry, hurry, hurry-" Urdu was anxious, the sound of the engine was getting closer and closer, and Ur didn't dare to hold on, and jumped directly ashore and fled into the jungle.

The ship's wooden crates had just been unloaded in half.