“Those NAC people are not easy to deal with. I don’t know if they have power armors inside.” Mandaru, with a crooked back, narrowed his eyes as his dry skin scrunched together. He observed the shells that landed outside through the observation hole from time to time and all the wrinkles on his face squeezed together.
Although he expected from the beginning that the NAC was going to be difficult to deal with, he still didn’t expect the battle to be so difficult.
Originally, based on their tactics, the first round of offensive involved the slaves being sent forward for a feint attack in order to test the firepower of the settlement. At the same time, it provided cover for the troops in the second round of the offensive. However, the firepower of those Asians exceeded their expectations. In less than two minutes, the mortars they deliberately sent forward were blown up by the enemy’s counter-artillery bombardment. The troops on the feint attack who tried to withdraw were pinned down by heavy machine guns.
Until now, there were still four to five soldiers under the ruins of that wooden house, and their subsequent tactic was completely disrupted.
“There should be no power armor.” Although the burly black man looked like a simple-minded person, he was not foolish at all. Instead of making a plan recklessly, he calmly analyzed, “If they have power armors, then they can launch an attack, instead of being trapped inside and wasting shells.”
Whenever he thought of the grain in the development zone, Barlem’s eyes started to gleam with greed, and his breath turned heavier. Although the Morsi Tribe was on good terms with these Asians, the fact they possessed food as the weak was already a crime on this dry and yellow prairie.
Yes, even if the feint attack failed, he still did not change his perception.
In the African savannah, the strong never hid behind walls when faced with threats. They didn’t dare to step outside, so it only meant one thing, they just appeared to be strong on the surface.
Especially given that the Morsi Tribe did not play their trump card yet.
Even though the firepower of those heavy machineguns and mortars was very powerful, it would be naive to think that firepower alone was enough to beat them.
Mandaru, with the crocked back, noticed the subtle change on Barlem’s face, and a vicious but subtle sneer formed on the corner of his chapped lips.
Just like the large tribe of Morsi Tribe, the Water Lizard Tribe he represented also shared no serious grudges with the Asians, but there were indeed small conflicts.
The chief of the Water Lizard Tribe was a well-known entrepreneur in Mombasa, and his businesses included sand, cement, and engineering development. Originally, they thought that the arrival of these Asians would make them a fortune. However, after several negotiations, the Asians completely left them out of the business. Not only were the cement transported from their own place, but they even hauled their engineering team and construction equipment.
This action made the Water Lizard Tribe, who hoarded cement and prepared to demand any price, suffer heavy losses, and they just stared at the bags of cement piled up in their tribe.
Therefore, they joined forces with a large tribe like Morsi to attack the Asian settlement in the development zone. The food in the settlement was not the main reason, the real motive was to teach these unruly Asians some lessons.
Of course, because they provided a full truckload of weapons to the Morsi Tribe, they were eligible to receive dividends from this hunt. If they could get some food from these Asians, it would compensate for the losses they suffered when they were hoarding cement.
At this moment, a black soldier ran in in a panic.
“Report, NAC has set off from the port!”
“The port? Why are they coming here.” The two mung beans seemed to shrink to a point. Barlem stared at the soldier who brought the intelligence and continued to ask, “Did you see how many people they have?”
“Five armored vehicles…” After the black soldier swallowed down the lump in his throat, he answered tremblingly, “It seems that there are also two helicopters.”
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[After the flare was fired, the private armed forces of Future Group in the settlement took the initiative to launch an offensive against unidentified militants outside the development zone, with the NAC Marine Corps that arrived from the port. A total of 31 people were injured, and seven people were killed in the operation. More than 200 militants were killed, 370 captured, and the rest fled with the hostages. In addition, 37 slaves were killed in the action…]
When the battle report was delivered to Jiang Chen, he was not surprised by the outcome.
The Marine Corps stationed in the port were all elites of the NAC. If they could not even deal with a bunch of natives, then they should be ashamed of the emblems they carry. The only thing Jiang Chen cared a little bit about was the description of certain details in the battle report.
Based on the report, the Morsi Tribe used special biotechnology on the battlefield and injected a certain kind of medicine to make the originally strong soldiers more powerful, and at the same time, more bloodthirsty and violent.
These people usually hold a powered hammer or an axe, a chainsaw, and hung heavy C-grade steel plates on their bodies. Their tactics were similar to the mutated humans in Wanghai as they fought enemies in close combat.
The most astounding fact was that after the soldiers entered a frenzied state, because of the medicine, these soldiers not only had enhanced recovery ability, but they also healed at a tremendous speed visible to the naked eye from non-lethal damage. Their muscle density and bone strength also increased substantially. Their body’s resistance to bullets was not inferior to mutated humans.
“What do you think this is?” Jiang Chen asked casually with some curiosity.
“I don’t know, but I guess it’s something that overdraws the potential of the body, but anyone who uses this kind of medicine doesn’t live long. Are you interested? There are probably a lot of pharmacies in the Sixth Street that sells them,” Lin Lin sat next to Jiang Chen, then explained while she bit on some snacks and dangled her legs off of the sofa.
A medicine that overdraws the potential of the body?
He put aside this matter for the time being and placed the report on the coffee table. Then, he looked at Xiaorou across from him.
At this moment, Xiaorou was in a very low mood, and it was obvious that she was still worried about the hostages being taken away.
But Jiang Chen didn’t blame her. Instead, he looked at her and smiled comfortingly.
After all, the problems Future Development encountered in Africa were nothing to him. From the very beginning, he said that he handed the business of Future Group in the apocalypse to her for her to practice and gain experience.
“What are you going to do with those hostages?” Jiang Chen smiled.
“I don’t know, the people from Morsi demanded a very high ransom. They want a box of military arms for each person.” Sun Xiaorou shook her head, and said with anger, “We are negotiating with them through the War Chief, but still, we don’t have any good results…”
No wonder she was angry.
After all, Future Development had managed the relationship with War Chief. However, after such an incident happened in his territory, not only did he not punish the bandits, instead, he acted as an intermediary to help the two sides negotiate.
Is this what a reasonable human being would do?
There were certainly reasons their logic was so backward. Sun Xiaorou could not understand the logic of these African tribes, but Jiang Chen could understand a little bit. The Iron Teeth Tribe needed to unite with other small tribes in Mombasa in order to consolidate its position as the War Chief in United African Tribes.
Therefore, in any case, the War Chief would definitely help the outsiders to suppress his own people.
Law? Morality?
It was questionable if these things really exist here.
Of course, while he understood the situation, it was impossible to tolerate it.
“Want to hear my opinion?” Jiang Chen smiled while he looked at the distressed Xiaorou.
Xiaorou’s eyes lit up and she raised her head to look at Jiang Chen. Her face once again bloomed with a smile.
“You thought of a solution?”
“Mhmm, give them the ransom first, and then give the War Chief twenty boxes of military arms as a gift, so that he must ensure the safety of the hostages,” Jiang Chen said.
“That’s more than twenty boxes of military arms. Do we really have to pay them so much ransom?” Xiaorou opened her mouth and looked at Jiang Chen in surprise, “And also, we need to pay twenty boxes of military arms as a thank you, that’s too much…”
It was not a regular box, but a small container specially used to transport arms.
“Maybe I didn’t say it clearly enough. The twenty boxes of military arms are not just a thank you for being an intermediary.” Jiang Chen laughed. His expression did not change, but his tone turned more chilling. “That is also the money to buy the lives of Morsi Tribe.”
