The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven

There are almost no guards in the trading post. They have enjoyed the comfort here for too long. The most deadly thing for them in Africa is heat and disease, and the threat of indigenous tribes has long been forgotten by people.

Yoel Martini, who woke up at night, is walking to the toilet. He drank a lot of wine today, because this time the business is very successful. They have $350,000 waiting for them to transport slaves to Texas. watching them.

And Captain Flor had already decided with him to take the proceeds for himself, and leave this ghost place and never come back.

Suddenly he felt bitten on his neck, and he stretched out his hand to grab it but pulled out a poison dart. Just as he was about to yell, he suddenly found that his mouth couldn't be controlled, and then he fell down limply.

The venom on that poison dart is a mixture of black mamba and several kinds of poisonous insects and weeds. All of them are neurotoxins, which are powerful but cannot be preserved for a long time. It is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing to prepare this kind of poison. Things, so Tutubayue will not be used lightly.

A group of indigenous warriors covered in black resin quickly wiped out all the wandering drunks in the courtyard.

Tutubayue pointed to a few simple wooden houses and assigned soldiers to deal with the people in the houses.

There were more than 30 people crowded in the first wooden house, the air was turbid, and all the people slept like dead pigs. Tutubayor and his fighters exchanged glances, no words but movements.

Walking to the bed, he pressed the mouth of a soldier who was still asleep, and the blade sliced ​​across his neck. There was no resistance, no struggle, just convulsions before death, and the faint sound of blood spurting from the neck.

Tutubayue jumped over the corpse and came to the second person. There was still no struggle or resistance, but only mechanically harvested and flowing blood.

One room, two rooms, three rooms... The **** assassination is repeating itself one after another, covering the mouth, cutting the throat, covering the mouth, cutting the throat... the cycle is endless, and the **** atmosphere is floating in the entire camp.

Tutubayue killed at least 20 French people overnight. He shook his sore arms, unable to hide his excitement. You must know that even the most powerful tribe on this land did not dare to step into this land. area.

The elders of the tribe say that there are devils living here, and even the wizards are scared to **** every time they talk about the Frenchmen by the sea.

All the indigenous warriors had the same idea as Tutubayue. This battle was like hunting orangutans and baboons, and some indigenous warriors relaxed their vigilance because of this.

At this time, gunshots were heard in a room, and the two indigenous soldiers happened to meet a French soldier who had woken up at night. The fighting between the two sides woke up other French soldiers.

Soon gunshots rang out one after another in the trading post like popping beans, and the indigenous fighters wanted to use their numerical advantage to kill all the remaining French.

However, the gap between the weapons of the two sides was too large. The indigenous soldiers who rushed to the front were shot down by the French, and the people behind did not dare to step forward. Soon the second round of gunfire sounded again, and another group of indigenous soldiers fell in a pool of blood. .

In this way, Tutubayue lost more than half of the 100 indigenous elites selected by Tutubayue in a very short period of time. He could only order to retreat with red eyes.

Because these fighters are the foundation of the tribe, without these fighters he would not be able to hold the territory even if he got it.

The sound of the gunfire excited the other indigenous tribes who had been waiting outside for a long time. They were afraid that Tutubayo would really win the battle, and if so, the Austrians would give him the land of the entire Crewe tribe.

Now that the gunshots are fired, the credit belongs to everyone. In fact, nearly 10,000 indigenous warriors gathered around the French trading post, and those French people would not be able to survive tonight anyway.

Captain Flor was still worried about the attack just now. He didn't expect that the natives would attack the trading post. After counting, more than 150 people died in this attack, including his own brother Joel. Martini.

There are only 25 French soldiers still in the trading post. Fortunately, the slaves are still there, and there is an Austrian camp nearby, and there will be merchant ships (slave ships) in a few days.

All he had to do at this point was to survive. The camp was clearly not safe anymore, so he might as well sell it to the Austrians and make another fortune.

As for the slaves, let’s just say they were the captives who attacked the camp. Flor made up his mind and prepared to ask his men to count the supplies and slaves.

At this time, he heard the roar of battle, and the sound of buffalo horns, covering the sky and covering the sky in all directions...

Crewe tribe.

Chief Pons was playing with his new snuff bottle when suddenly a wizard from the tribe rushed in.

"Chief! The white man is coming!"

"Invite them in quickly, stupid thing! Slaves, how many of us are we, as long as they can afford the price, haha!" Chief Pons obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.

"It's an Austrian!"

"Austrians?" Only then did Chief Pons know that the French were not here, but he had just signed a protection treaty with the Austrians, and what did they come back for.

"What are they here for?"

"The people who came back said that we violated the rules they made, and now we are going to be punished." The wizard said.

"What rule did we violate?" Chief Pons asked subconsciously.

"They said we sold slaves to the French!"

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, Chief Pons gritted his teeth and said.

"Take all our slaves, and ivory, and tell them we will give you what they want, and let them let us go!"

Chief Pons roared hysterically, and the wizard immediately ran out scrambling.

Franz naturally would not accept the opponent's surrender, but he still politely suggested to the wizard.

"You can withdraw the children and women first, so as not to be accidentally injured in the subsequent battle."

Chief Pons would naturally not agree. He felt that this was a conspiracy by the other party and wanted to threaten him with women and children.

As a result, Chief Pons's confidence in his fence doubled, and he ordered the light and strong members of the tribe to raise the fence to resist the Austrian shells and "burning snakes."

At that time, the indigenous Africans had never seen rockets, and called them "burning firebirds" and "burning serpents"...

Friedrich joked.

"Frantz, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Your good intentions have been let down. Why are you being so gentlemanly to those natives, just like the incompetent guy before, he almost messed up everything. Your eyesight It's not very good."

"Uncle Friedrich, haven't you met a woman yet? Didn't I just want to help you find a suitable one? After all, you are used to fair skin." Franz retorted.

"roll!"

"Dare to try, Uncle Friedrich."

"Go away! Do you see the fence in front? What do you think it is for?" Friedrich said with great interest.

Franz looked at the three-meter-high fence ahead and said.

"Maybe it's because you're afraid of kangaroos jumping in?"

"This is Africa where there are no kangaroos! How to fight this battle?"

"Such a large fence, plus a bunch of thatched huts, let the rockets wash the ground." Franz is not yet at the point where he will use the lives of soldiers from his own country to save the civilians of the enemy country in battle.