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The sound of one hundred shells landing at the same time was amazing, giving people the feeling that the niggers on the opposite side were drowned in the smoke and dust of the explosion. However, when the war receded, the casualties left at the scene were not as many as imagined.

The shelling caused the black robbers to retreat quickly, and Wen Tianyu and others who were not strong enough could not pursue him. When cleaning the battlefield, they counted the bodies of Uncle Hei and seriously injured, but found that more than 200 people were killed or injured by the mines, but the shelling only had more than 400 casualties. This was far lower than everyone's expectations.

"Okay, don't be upset, this is the reasonable data on casualties. One hundred shells can kill more than 400 people, which is already amazing." Wen Tianyu patted the artillery battalion commander on the shoulder, and then everyone was worried about the corpse that fell in the minefield together.

If you don't care, it will smell bad. If you don't care, it's too dangerous.

"Let the black prisoners drag the body out." Wen Tianyu decided to use the waste. They still caught a hundred niggers who could not run on the way to evacuate the blacks. "Dig a hole and bury it."

Black people are also an important resource and can be used to do a lot of work. In the past, Chinese in Angola could not even afford to support their own people, but now they can start raising black slaves in small batches to do some dangerous work.

After the battle ended, the defense line was re-arranged, and the experience summary began that night. In the past, Wen Tianyu led the team to make small fuss, but now he finally had to expand the team, but in the end he encountered a lot of trouble.

Military quality, command and communication, and logistics support, Wen Tianyu listed these issues one by one, attached his personal opinions and sent them to Xiang Ming and Zhou Qingfeng in Luanda.

Xiang Ming could only give Yu encouragement and let Wen Tianyu go and do it. Zhou Qingfeng suggested, "Let professionals do professional things. I think you cannot be limited to as long as the veterans are the backbone of the armed forces, you have other talents to absorb them in."

In order to show his support for the Chinese forces in Angola, Zhou Qingfeng transported a group of white men he had absorbed in Luanda to Maranter by airship, among which Fuller, a Belgian who was rescued early, was among them.

"Hello, Mr. Fuller, welcome you to our base. I have received an order from my superiors. From now on, you are the Logistics Minister of the Armed Forces of the Chinese People's Front in Angola. We will definitely cooperate with your work."

Salute, shake hands, and deliver speeches. Wen Tianyu welcomes a foreigner as his deputy. Fuller will specialize in logistics support. In the modern army, the troops and horses will move first. If the logistics are not done well, they will be a big fuck.

Most of the people who come to Africa to work hard are ordinary people in China's domestic society, and most of the retired soldiers are big-headed soldiers, and few low-level officers are there. Even no one who knows logistics.

Many senior intellectuals in the West like to travel to Africa, such as Mr. Fuller, who was unlucky and lucky. This Belgian was summoned by Zhou Qingfeng in a confused manner. He took over the position of logistics and was sent to Maranter on an airship, and had no room for him to refuse.

"Hello, Mr. Wen, I think we can cooperate friendlyly." As a construction engineer, Fuller has professional expertise in planning, statistical distribution and other work. He led a five-person team to quickly start working to clarify some logistical difficulties for Chinese forces.

Fuller's arrival did help a lot, but after reviewing the simple documents provided by Wen Tianyu, the white man sighed: "You Chinese really want to eat at all times."

More than 200,000 surviving Chinese in Angola can select a group of talents, such as any other matter. But in fact, whether it is Wen Tianyu or Xiang Ming, the management organization they planned is very small. What are the remaining people doing? They are trying every means to dig food from the land.

During the nuclear winter, Zhou Qingfeng used coal from Mexico to build greenhouses and used maggots to obtain protein. The Chinese in Angola did not have coal, but they built underground greenhouses to maintain the temperature by burning wood and weeds.

During the most difficult period, no one cared about team management, and everyone stayed in underground greenhouses to endure hardships. The edible fungi grown in the greenhouse became food for many people to fill their stomachs.

Even after the nuclear winter passed, the cultivation of edible fungi in underground greenhouses has not stopped, and the yield has been increasing.

Fuller selected personnel from the crude list of personnel who could form management agencies, and sighed: "You have built more than 200,000 underground greenhouses and reclaimed 30,000 acres of arable land. At the coldest times, there are dozens of tons of edible fungi produced every day. This is amazing."

Wen Tianyu said sadly about Fuller's sigh: "This was not built by 200,000 people, but by more than 600,000 people. We chose to settle in Malange because we value the fact that although it is located in remote places, it has abundant water sources and fertile land.

If it wasn't for nuclear winter, we could build it better. If nuclear winter could be postponed for three months, we could die half of the people. If nuclear winter was postponed for one year, we would even be confident that we would not die.”

Even Zhou Qingfeng was extremely shocked by the base's food production capacity. With his cheating ability, the greenhouse built in Havana was only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and the food production was far inferior.

"Okay, okay, all I want is a farmer!" After reading the report sent by Fuller, Zhou Qingfeng was surprised to find that among the professions of Chinese people in Angola, they are at most farms.

White people who come to Angola to invest often simply buy agricultural products, and only the Chinese can truly use the light and thermal resources here to farm. Before the catastrophe, even various vegetables, fruits, meat and grain produced by Chinese farms were feeding the black people in this country.

Xiang Ming explained to Zhou Qingfeng, "The agricultural population in Angola exceeds 70%, and it seems that there is no shortage of labor. But in fact, most of the black people here would rather be beggars in urban slums than open up land and farm.

Moreover, the farmers here are low in quality and illiterate everywhere. In many places, they are almost at the level of slash-and-burn cultivation. The only thing they know how to plant is cassava, because cassava does not require field management, and you can wait for the harvest if you plant it.

Our country once sent people to teach them how to grow corn, but they could plant corn seedlings into corn grass. What a pity that this country has 35 million hectares of land!"

This sounds regretful, but Zhou Qingfeng was extremely excited. "The cultivation conditions in Angola are better than those in Cuba I controlled. You should know that the yield of crops such as sucrose, cigars, cocoa in Cuba is very high, but the food in the ghost place is not enough to eat.
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