Satin is really a scrappy dog-legged, he is a simple-faced, cunning African native, all for himself. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and now that he was finally able to eat more after joining the advance team, the thoughts that had been churning in his desperate moment in the past poured out like an explosion.

Qin Weidong treated Satin as a dog, and Satin immediately treated him as a dog's leg unequivocally. Because he felt that the group of people in front of him was more worthy of refuge.

Whether it is from food and drink, from equipment, from the momentum that is stronger than other forces in Luanda, and even the existence of the two mutants in the advance team is regarded by Sardinia as a kind of victory totem.

"The forces that have this kind of war monster are really worthy of me to join." After confirming the mutants' combat prowess up close, Satin immediately put all of his ingenuity into service to the advance team, intending to gain attention.

And Qin Weidong's random 'dog bones' immediately won Satin's 'loyalty', and after he was ordered, he pulled out more than fifty displaced street slaves with just one mouth, and lined up crookedly to show Qin Weidong that his people had been recruited.

After getting the three 'business partners', Qin Weidong originally wanted to go to the rest meeting, but he found that his dogleg worked very quickly!

Reward!

A bowl of cassava porridge for one person ...... gone.

Cassava porridge is also good!

Satin fooled people only by bragging, and with him came the most desperate strata of the city, and only the various forces wanted to do something to recruit them temporarily. In order to drink an extra sip of porridge, these people have to exchange their lives.

After drinking the porridge, Satin picked up a stick and whipped all his men hard. There is no reason, just to establish authority. His subordinates were all very well-behaved, holding their heads and silently acknowledging the command of this dog-legged man, without even screaming.

Waiting until the next morning, Qin Weidong continued to clean up the palace square and the surrounding buildings, while expanding the warning area. And Oak personally brought twenty of his men over to collect weapons and equipment, and at the same time wanted to know more about the advance team.

However, the palace square has been closed to outsiders, and Oak and two other selected 'business partners' received rifles and other supplies outside the barricades of the square. And he found that he had one more competitor - Sardinia.

"You still get breakfast?"

"Yes, I'm the first cronie to take refuge in the Chinese boss, a higher level than you."

Satina's nonsense looks like a matter of course. But Oak knew he had met a very shameless fellow, but he tried to run and ask if there was breakfast, and it turned out that there was—tapioca porridge with palm oil at most.

Cassava porridge is also good!

Oak only hated that he had brought too few people, and if he could, he would lead all his men over for nothing. And with Oak as an example, the other two 'business partners' also ran to get breakfast, and they also felt that they had taken a big advantage.

The city's food sources are becoming increasingly strained, and the food available in the fields has long since been depleted. It would be fatal for the blacks to be honest in farming, because they used to depend on the sky for food, and there was abundant food in the wild in tropical Africa. It's just ...... now.

After eating, he started training, and Qin Weidong originally wanted to start in the queue first. But the old Harris who was in charge of this matter directly denied: "It's useless, we can't teach these fools to obey discipline." They must be taught the simplest, so simple that they feel retarded. ”

So what's the easiest? One took cover with a submachine gun, and one threw a grenade in the back. There are gunshots and explosions, there are impacts and fireworks, there are momentum and achievements, this is the most suitable tactic for this gang of scum.

As for the maintenance of firearms, it is simply necessary to train a group of specialized personnel to do the work after each war. Divide the labor as much as possible, otherwise it will be too complicated for this gang of African waste wood to handle.

Well, from the good as the flow. Old Man Qin also felt that there was no need to train these wastes too well, just a little bit higher than the other battle scumbags.

And Oak and the others are quite happy with this kind of training, anyway, one person in front of him with a gun and one person in the back with a grenade to pull the string and throw. It's too simple.

Just for the matter of training, Oak found that Sardinian was particularly active. While the others had only twenty of their men to learn this simple tactic, he had brought more than fifty of them to learn it.

However, because the advance team did not have enough spare guns, Sardinia was only allocated five sets of infantry equipment. He gave his men who didn't have guns a stick and a stone, two ridiculous things that served as rifles and grenades for training.

During house-to-house training, Sardin's men must also use their mouths to simulate the sound of rifle fire and grenade explosions. The effect is ......, and it's quite realistic.

Sardin's two-handed behavior left Oak and the others at a loss, and they felt like they were partnering with a bunch of fools. But only Satin's subordinates simulated it very seriously, even if they were physically exhausted and couldn't keep up with the training intensity, they gritted their teeth and persevered.

"That guy named Sardin has some abilities." Qin Weidong, who visited the training, commented.

Old Harris said disdainfully: "Because his subordinates are all at the bottom, and if you don't work hard, you will die." ”

Speaking of death, several of Sardin's men really couldn't stand it, and they died of exhaustion after just one morning of training. But at noon, Qin Weidong gave them another meal, and at most added more palm oil, which once again stimulated their morale.

Cassava porridge is also good!

The people brought by Oak for training are the main force he usually robs his house, to put it bluntly, he is a cronie, and he can guarantee daily eating and drinking, so that he will not eat the last meal and not the next meal. Although these people are not disgusted with cassava porridge, they also do not feel that it is very rare.

But Oak and the others watched Satin take the lead in licking the rice bowl clean, and the wizened fellows in their fifties were like starving ghosts reincarnated, and they actually had a feeling of fear - for some reason, he felt that it was terrible for Satin to do one thing to the extreme.

This is rare in lazy Africa.

Thinking about how he usually treats these lowly people like dust, Oak suddenly feels that if these people gain power, they will only take revenge on themselves - yes, that's right! It's this feeling that a group of guys who have been bullied to death suddenly turn over and be saved, and they will frantically take revenge on the people who once bullied them.

Satin's men were silently subjected to insults, beatings, and reprimands, even if they were holding ridiculous sticks and stones, even if they were being ridiculed with cold eyes, even if their companions were foaming at the mouth and dying of exhaustion in front of them, they did not say a word to participate in the training, super ridiculous training.

A man with a wooden stick in front of him and a sudden sound in his mouth; The other person behind him simulates the movement of pulling the string with the lid and throws a stone at the street corner or window. The cycle goes on and on, and it doesn't stop, and it's rare to see such a serious black person.

A chill came out of Oak's heart, and he began to use fierce faces, vicious curses, and vicious whips to drive his subordinates to train. He had only one thought in his heart, he must not let the dirt buns in this gang gain power, otherwise these guys will ride on their heads and.

At night, Oak's men were weary to death. They have never experienced any high-intensity training, and fighting depends on the number of people and momentum. The tossing and turning of the day exhausted them to death, and they didn't even want to eat dinner.

And ...... dinner?

Sardinia's gang was cheering like thunder, ...... tapioca porridge was good!