I was convicted of war crimes for farming in Africa?

The convoy stopped in an open space in the middle of the village, and Chen Jun and his group of seven were taken down.

Chen Jun thought that now that they had arrived at their destination, someone would contact them. No matter what they were there for, someone should at least explain things to them.

However, this is completely untrue.

The seven of them were treated like cargo, brought from the basement prison, and after getting off the vehicle, they were escorted to stand in a row outside the only house made of mud bricks.

Nearby, armed soldiers stood watchful, as if any unusual movement would trigger an immediate gunfire.

About ten minutes later.

A middle-aged black man, about 1.7 meters tall, walked out of the large house, followed by several muscular soldiers who looked like elites.

Putting aside his facial features, the fact that he has no ear on his left side makes him look very out of place.

Several soldiers followed behind him.

He was wearing a vest, revealing his arms, which were strong and well-developed, giving him a fierce look.

Chen Jun noticed the man immediately, and as he sized him up, he couldn't help but think to himself, "This is the only person wearing an officer's uniform so far. It seems our lives are in his hands."

Chen Jun secretly analyzed the situation, thinking that the one-eared officer would come over and tell them what to do or how to deal with them.

As a result, the one-eared officer stopped at the door and showed no intention of getting down.

He glanced at the house from a few meters below the steps, exchanged a few words with the bald man who had been waiting outside, and then turned back inside.

"??? What's going on? This one-eared guy must be their leader. How did he come out and then go back in?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Liang Jian lowered his voice and asked Chen Jun in a low voice, "I don't know what the other party's intentions are yet, which makes me very anxious."

"I don't understand it either, and there's nothing else I can do. The main problem is that we don't speak the language. Let's just wait and see," Chen Jun replied in a low voice.

The unknown is the most frightening thing, and the others felt even worse.

Some people were already crying from fright.

These grown men, with tears streaming down their faces, looked pitiful. It may seem shameful, but it's the most realistic depiction of the helplessness of ordinary people when they are kidnapped.

There's no such thing as one person taking on hundreds, single-handedly wiping out an entire camp, and then leaving in triumph as depicted in the movies.

"Of the three of you, which one would speak their language?"

Just as Chen Jun and his companions were in a state of confusion, the bald man who had finished handing over the duties with the officer walked over, pointed at Chen Jun and his group, and questioned the three local black employees.

Chen Jun and Liang Jian couldn't understand the local dialect, but they could guess that the other party wanted to communicate, which made them feel a little better.

Of the three local Black employees at the Veterans Farm, only one, named Karu, could barely understand Mandarin and speak some basic Mandarin.

This was a "local liaison" that Chen Jun specifically paid extra to find in order to facilitate communication.

After all, the cultural literacy rate in Africa is very low, and a large number of people cannot even write, let alone be "highly skilled" people who understand foreign languages.

Thinking that a better performance would increase his chances of survival, Karu did not hide his special talents.

He stepped forward and told the bald man that he could communicate with the Chinese boss.

"very good."

The bald man nodded in satisfaction and said, "Tell these Chinese men that the civil war in González has broken out in full force, and we need more troops."

Chief Rooney has given orders to have them join our army.

An operation will be launched this afternoon. They will be assigned to the vanguard. As long as they behave, they will be released after the war.

Karu's face turned deathly pale after hearing what the bald leader said.

He knew very well...

This is a case of being forcibly conscripted.

Foreigners like Chen Jun and Liang Jian were not spared, and as a local, he was even less likely to be forcibly assigned to the army.

As a member of the Lundu tribe, Karu couldn't even imagine how terrible it would be if he helped the Hema tribe's army fight; his family might even be implicated.

Therefore, he must not join the Hema army unless absolutely necessary.

To avoid the worst-case scenario, Karu knew he had to fight for it, and after stammeringly translating the bald man's meaning to Chen Jun and the other Chinese people.

Karu knelt down in front of the bald man with a thud, pleading earnestly for permission to go home; he absolutely could not join the Hema army.

If his tribe found out, he would be considered a traitor, and his wife, children, and even his father would die because of it.

The Lundu tribe has a long-standing tradition that traitors are tied to a fire and burned to death.

Baldy clearly knew the customs of the Lundu tribe, and even more so, he knew how cruel the punishment would be for fighting for the enemy forces of their sworn enemy.

After a moment of contemplation.

The bald, menacing-looking squad leader agreed to Karu's request and didn't force him to join the army, but he didn't release him either.

Instead, Karu was asked to accompany Chen Jun and his group as a translator during the afternoon's operation.

Kalu knelt down and kowtowed several times with great joy. He then told Chen Jun and the others the good news and persuaded them to agree to the bald leader's request.

Once you join the army and complete your mission, you'll be released to go home after the war ends.

The temptation is indeed considerable.

"Is this bald guy ever kind-hearted?"

Chen Jun and Liang Jian exchanged a glance, both filled with deep doubt.

The two men didn't believe that the bald man in front of them had gone to so much trouble to bring them over, just because he was short of soldiers and wanted to conscript them to make up the numbers.

If it were simply a matter of conscripting men to meet quotas, there would be plenty of locals available, and there wouldn't be any language barriers. There would be no need for such a complicated process.

They specifically brought these few Chinese people over here; they definitely didn't have any good intentions behind the scenes.

"Karu, could you ask him for me what he means by 'vanguard'? Does he want us to go to war? If so, tell him we're really not suitable. We're just ordinary civilians, we can't even fire a gun, and we'll only be a hindrance on the battlefield."

Chen Jun had to find a way to get out of trouble, and he couldn't let any opportunity to communicate slip by.

Joining the military is a taboo subject, especially since they are currently Chinese citizens. Who knows what "side effects" might result from serving in the military and fighting abroad?

Therefore, even a veteran must pretend that he knows nothing.

Kaluben didn't know that Chen Jun was a veteran; he only knew that Chen Jun was the boss who came to open a farm. He probably relayed the message to the bald leader.

"No, no, no, they don't need to know how to shoot. Just tell these Chinese men to walk at the front of the group, and we'll take care of the rest. It's very simple, and I believe they can do it."

The bald gang leader grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and gave a brief, understated explanation.