Chapter 75 The Great Escape

early morning.

The sun slowly rises from the horizon.

The fiery red sunlight illuminates the grasslands across East Africa, and animals are grazing with their heads down.

Suddenly, their sensitive ears stood up and moved slightly.

There was a rush of hurried footsteps in the distance.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

The sound of gunfire disturbed the tranquility of the grassland.

The animal, which had never heard gunshots before, was still in a state of confusion, staring at the west with a wary expression.

Soon, a group of people appeared in front of them.

Some animals didn't care enough to continue eating grass and ran away in all directions.

The ones who came were none other than the natives of East Africa. About forty or fifty of them were running towards us, panting.

As a memory engraved in genes.

These black men holding spears and carrying bows and arrows, the animals naturally awakened their ancient memories.

"Danger!" This is the instinct of animals.

And black people don't feel well either.

Judging from their appearance, it was obvious that they did not have the courage to deal with wild beasts in the past, and they had lost their strength.

They are disorganized and have no sense of teamwork. They just want to escape from here as soon as possible.

A hundred meters behind them, a group of East African colonial soldiers and militiamen could be seen.

A. Thor.

Sheriff of Luoyan Village in the Northern Plateau District.

He was riding a black horse, leading the soldiers in the village and temporarily recruited villagers, and was chasing the black natives in front of him.

In order to allow his subordinates to keep up, he did not move too fast on his horse. After all, two legs could not run as fast as four.

Of course, except for the black natives in front of him, A. Thor had never seen anyone so capable of running.

A. Thor and his men had been chasing the blacks all night.

Just yesterday, A. Thor destroyed nearby indigenous tribes on the orders of the East African colonial government.

In the vast grasslands of East Africa, the density of black people is actually not very high, and the tribe of the black people in front of them is the only tribe within a hundred miles of Luoian Village.

A. Thor easily destroyed their tribe, but a group of resisters still refused to surrender and ran out in the chaos.

A. Thor personally led a team to arrest these fugitives. Because it was getting late yesterday, A. Thor and his men did not immediately catch up with the fleeing natives.

Today, according to the traces, A. Thor and his party quickly caught up with the natives who were gradually losing their physical strength.

Just now, A. Thor and his group were firing warning shots.

But the black man who heard the gunfire not only did not slow down, but ran faster.

For these black people, the muskets in the hands of the colonists were weapons of the devil, which would emit the roar of the devil, and then those chosen by the devil would go to hell.

The desire to survive instantly filled their bodies, and with the final burst of power, they rushed forward desperately, hoping to get rid of these demon messengers.

These natives, who have been racing with African beasts all year round, have to say that their physiques are really good. In the blink of an eye, they have widened the distance from A. Thor and his group.

"Asshole, what did they eat to grow up, so they can run away like this!" A. Thor said angrily.

"Everyone, continue to pursue them. We will never let them go today."

For a moment, all the moving objects on the grassland were running, frightened animals, frightened natives, and colonial soldiers chasing the natives.

Gradually, A. Thor suddenly ordered: "The troops stop advancing."

A. Thor's eyesight was very good. He had already seen a river in the distance, blocking the footsteps of the natives.

"Now, let's see how you can escape. Everyone is ready, we will slowly outflank you."

The black people also looked at the river in front of them in despair. They have been in the grassland all year round. Apart from collecting water, the indigenous people living in the grassland rarely know how to drink water.

Could it be that he was buried here?

Of course not. Several natives who could swim had already started to enter the water and try to cross the river.

A. Thor also saw it from a distance. He quickly ordered: "The river may not be deep. We must not let them run away anymore. Let's rush over."

But the situation is a little different from what A. Thor thought.

The few natives who had entered the water had just entered the river and were about to swim to the other side, when suddenly there was a scream.

The natives on the shore were just about to try to cross the river when they saw their companions being dragged into the water by something while screaming.

Several crocodiles emerged from the water biting the natives in the river.

The river water was instantly stained red with blood.

A. Thor was pleasantly surprised and said "God bless".

Seeing that entering the water was a dead end, the black people also gave up their resistance.

They put down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged A. Thor and others for mercy.

As for the final resistance, who can defeat the devil! They still have the courage to let them run away, but they don't dare to fight against it.

A. Thor rode his horse and walked slowly and leisurely in front of these black natives.

When I think of these natives wasting so much time on me, I feel angry.

He swung his riding crop and slapped the bare-breasted natives hard on the backs.

Seeing that A. Thor did not kill himself with the thing that made the devil roar, but only beat himself with a whip, the natives felt relieved.

He lay on the ground, begging for forgiveness in strange language, and kowtowed.

A. Thor, who let out a bad breath, finally stopped punishing these unscrupulous natives.

He said to his men: "Tie them up with ropes and take them back."

The natives were strung up with ropes by colonial soldiers to form a long procession.

Pointing guns at these natives, everyone slowly moved back in the direction.

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This scene has been repeated over and over in East Africa, with exceptions of course.

Some large tribes that were able to resist and would rather die than surrender headed towards the depths of the continent with the purpose of running away if they could not be beaten.

This is what the colonies want to see. As long as these natives go westward, they will not be able to stop as long as they are still in the East African colonies along the way.

And there are only two ways for them to really survive. One is northwest Uganda, Burundi, Rwanda and other places.

One is southwest Zambia, towards Zimbabwe.

The colonies used pocket formations to drive away these natives. Kenya in the north was the direction for the subsequent expansion of the East African colonies. It was relatively arid and the population was already small. The colonies would not make it more difficult for themselves.

The south is the sphere of influence of the Portuguese, which is also difficult to operate. The east is already in the possession of the East African colonies, so naturally they are not allowed to let the tiger return to the mountain.

As for the capture of those small tribes, the main purpose is to continue doing business with the Zanzibar Sultanate and to collect funds.

And more indigenous people drove them to the inland areas of the west.

As long as they lived in the past, they would inevitably compete with the original indigenous tribes and countries for land and resources in order to survive.

It was entirely in the interests of the East African colonies to bring chaos to the entire western interior.

On the one hand, it can impact the systems of those indigenous countries with a higher degree of development and destroy their subsequent resistance capabilities.

On the one hand, letting these natives fight in melee can take the opportunity to eliminate their numbers, which Ernst cannot do on his own.

Although as a colonizer there is no room for land-washing, there is still a big difference between direct participation and indirect participation in some matters.

Have you ever seen Leopold in Belgium in his previous life? People would spit and call him a beast when they saw him, or he was too ugly to eat.

Although everyone is a colonizer, you played so rough that Britain and France looked like saints in front of Belgium.

Only the Japanese can save Belgium's reputation. After all, no one is more beastly than the Japanese when it comes to being a bad person.

This gave Ernst a bold idea. Since Leopold was so "outstanding", he might want to help him in this time and space.

After all, Ernst himself knew that he would never be clean in the future, so he might as well find someone more beastly to stand in front of him, so that he would appear normal.

Just like Americans, instead of discussing Indians, discuss your human rights issues.