A collective farm or a national farm was once Louis Botha's dream, but in Southern Africa, the national farm did not have the conditions to implement it, and Louis Botha had no choice but to give up.

The collective farm in Dragon's Blood Town was an accident, and the land here was carved out by the townspeople bit by bit, and it was only natural that the collective ownership should be owned.

"There are a total of 605 households in Dragon's Blood Town, our property belongs to everyone's collective ownership, all agricultural products produced on the farm will be sold to the naval base after giving priority to meeting the needs of residents, and we will distribute the fishing boats that go to sea evenly every time they come back, and all the excess will be made into dried fish, no one counts one more or one less, and every household can't eat it anyway-" Bloom's situation made Roque realize that the model of Dragonblood Town could not be promoted, and it was precisely because of its isolation from the world that it was isolated from overseas, Only in Dragon's Blood Town did the conditions for the implementation of collective farms exist.

"Keep up the good work, make the most of the unique natural resources here, and maybe one day, Socotra will become a famous tourist destination." Roque encouraged Bloom that this is not a painting on paper, another time and space in 2008, Socotra was included in the UNESCO World Heritage List, look at the dragon's blood trees and desert roses on the island, Socotra Island does have the potential to become a tourist destination.

Of course, it must be after the naval base is abandoned, and now Socotra Island is still a forbidden place for the navy, and only ships that are allowed to enter can sail into the waters of Socotra Island.

That night, to welcome Roque's arrival, the residents of Dragon's Blood Town held a grand bonfire dinner for Roque in the town's only square.

Roque attended a lot of dinners, and the bonfire dinner was the first time.

This is the first time that an official of Roque's level has come to Dragonblood Town, and almost all the residents of Dragonblood Town have been dispatched, and the small square is almost crowded.

Bloom was so well organized that he ordered a cow and a few sheep to be killed, and hired a dozen cooks to provide free barbecue to residents in a corner of the square.

Dragonblood is already rich in a variety of seafood, especially bluefin tuna, which is a specialty of the Somali seas, and there are chefs on site next to the square who make a variety of snacks for residents for free, with mini pizzas and crepes being the most popular.

Roque was not stingy, and ordered Patton to take down the ice cream machine from the destroyer "Crocodile" and make ice cream for the residents on the spot, the children were simply crazy, and the ice cream machine was surrounded by salivating children.

Priests and priests also joined in the fun, organizing choirs to spread the word in the square, and nuns distributing sweets and chocolates, which are specialties from southern Africa, to the children.

Roque rarely drank a lot of wine at the dinner party, and in the 17 years since he came to this era, Roque has never been so relaxed as he is now, looking at the girls and boys dancing around the campfire, and then looking at the carefree children running around the field, Roque feels that his efforts have not been in vain.

The revelry continued into the middle of the night, when Roque boarded a ship and left Dragonblood before dawn, and the destroyer "Crocodile" braved the waves and returned directly to southern Africa.

Roque had appointed Don Juan as commander-in-chief to quell the rebellion in Somaliland, and Roque himself was so focused on Somaliland that he had no time to spend in Somaliland.

Just as Roque was returning to southern Africa, the 2nd Cavalry Division's offensive against the rebels had also begun.

According to Roque's plan, Don Juan first gathered the Somalis together to manage, completely cut off the connection between the rebels and the Somalis, and made the rebels become rootless and unable to hide among ordinary Somalis.

Until then, the 2nd Cavalry Division will have to collect weapons from the Somalis, which, although not advanced and badly worn, can still pose a threat to the soldiers.

This decision has been hampered by the reluctance of Somalis to hand over their weapons, and there is a real need for herders in Somaliland, where wildlife is constantly threatened and they need weapons to protect their families and property.

"As I have already said, you must surrender your weapons and concentrate in the designated places, otherwise you will be treated as rebels, you only have half an hour to decide, and if you do not agree after half an hour, we will attack you." Lugaya, 110 kilometers from Berbera, Angel gave an ultimatum to the white-haired tribal elders in front of her.

Lugaya is a tribe located by the sea, with about 100 households and a population of about 1,000 people, which is one of the largest tribes in Somaliland.

"We have lived here for generations, and you have no right to force us to leave our homes, and we will never give in unless you step over my corpse—" The elder on crutches furious, in his opinion, Angel's demands were too much, and the colonial government had not done so before.

"If you don't agree after half an hour, I'll do that!" Angel didn't talk nonsense, and after finishing speaking, she turned around and returned to the armored car.

In order to remove all the Somalis in Lugaya, Angel brought two armored vehicles, 150 Gurkha mercenaries, and four Somali guides to ensure that the operation was foolproof.

"I'll wait for you, we won't give in—" The elder roared at Angel's back, and when he returned to the Somalis behind the low wall, it was as if he were ten years old.

"What do the British say?"

"Will they kill us?"

"Are they here to collect taxes?" The Somalis behind the low walls are worried, some even children who are minors, some with worn-out Martini Henry, others with old flintlock pistols.

Even older are pike darts and machetes, and the lines of the machete handles have dark red blood stains, which look weather-beaten at first glance.

"The British demanded that we surrender our weapons and go to live in the places the British have decreed." The elder's expression was confused, and after he finished speaking, he raised his hands and opened his arms to the sky, and said something in his mouth: "God, save us—"

At this time, I remembered that it was too late to ask God for protection.

"We can't hand over our weapons, or we'll be slaughtered!"

"Fight with the British!"

"They just want money, why don't we give them a few cows—"

There is a lot of talk among Somalis, who have not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

"This time it's not a matter of money, the British are looking for Hassan, confiscating our weapons, and gathering us together, all to deal with Hassan." The elder knew Yang Mei's purpose, and just now Yang Mei asked the elder if he knew where Hassan was.

Hassan was the leader who led the Somalis in their rebellion against British colonial rule, but it had been 10 years since Hassan was last seen in front of Somalis, and there were rumors that Hassan was in Somalia, and there were rumors that Hassan was dead, and no one knew where Hassan was.

"Hassan, isn't Hassan already dead?"

"Nonsense, Hassan also killed a thousand Britons in Hargeisa last year, of which 999 were executed by Hassan himself-"

"Even if we knew where Hassan was, we couldn't hand him over to the British."

The Somalis are gossiping, and they do not seem to be worried about the offensive of armored vehicles.

At this time, the armored car was ready for battle, Angel sat in the armored car and looked at his watch expressionlessly, and after half an hour, if these Somalis did not give in, then Angel would order the troops to attack.

"Sir, we're ready to attack." Second Lieutenant Yang Mei, who led the Gurkha mercenaries, was about the same age as Angel, and he had just graduated from the Nyasaland Army Academy, and had not had time to participate in the world war, and had been serving in Port Elizabeth.

"Relax Ensign, have you flown on a similar mission before?" Angel casually handed over a cigarette and chatted with Yang Mei casually.

"No, this is actually my first mission, but please rest assured, as long as the combat order is issued, I will resolutely carry it out." Yang Mei expressed his enthusiasm and enthusiasm, just behind the armored car, the Gurkha mercenaries were ready for battle, and the most conspicuous sign on their bodies was the dog-legged scimitar, unlike other soldiers who were used to hanging the dagger on their waists, the Gurkha mercenaries always stuck the scimitar diagonally in front of their chests, so that they could be pulled out as quickly as possible.

"Ha, we're all the same, and this is the first time I've actually commanded a unit." Angel laughed, and it was fun for the two rookies to get together.

"Wow, you're already a colonel, and it's only the first time you're commanding a troop?" Yang Mei is indeed a fledgling and blurted out without disguise.

"I used to work beside the Lord and have been serving as the Lord's aide-de-camp." Angel didn't care, and the days of working by Roque's side made Angel have enough resistance to these gossips.

Born in a family like Angel, all kinds of criticism almost grew up with Angel, what kind of father, background, governor, etc., if you really care, you would have gone crazy, like a person like Angel, no matter what achievements he has, he has nothing to do with his own efforts.

"That's really great, to be taught by the Lord's words and deeds-" Yang Mei was full of envy, there are always many lucky people in this world, the key is that people who are lucky than you work harder than you, and it is actually quite devastating to see that you have worked hard all your life and are not as good as others to cast a good baby.

Angel smiled and didn't speak, raised her hand to look at the time, Angel pursed her lips.

Yang Mei didn't speak, jumped out of the armored car and made a gesture to the officers under him to prepare for battle.

Without the commander's order, the Gurkha mercenaries drew their bayonets and loaded them on their rifles.

At the last minute, the elder finally came out from behind the wall, followed by hundreds of men, all discarding their rifles and machetes outside the low wall.

That's right, if there is anything to say slowly, why fight and kill.

ps: I'm sorry, I'm a little late to come back, but it's finally coming out, please forgive me, brothers-

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