I was convicted of war crimes for farming in Africa?

Karu honestly relayed the message, and although some of the translation wasn't perfect, the key information points were generally conveyed.

Karu, simple-minded (and naive), genuinely believed what the bald man said and, after translating, kindly tried to persuade Chen Jun and the others to agree again.

The other two Chinese employees, who were initially terrified and in tears, were relieved to hear that all they had to do was go for a walk, do nothing, and be able to go home after completing the task.

His eyes immediately lit up.

Thinking the trip would be simple, the two nodded repeatedly, indicating their willingness to participate.

"These Chinese farmers are really easy to fool."

The bald man thought to himself, his smile widening. He thought he was very clever, having easily fooled a few Chinese people with a simple pretext.

If it were such an easy task, would we need to put in so much effort?

Chen Jun and Liang Jian had seen a bit of the world and had been tempered in the military, so they weren't stupid. They both sensed the danger.

"Can we refuse?"

Driven by an instinctive aversion to danger, Chen Jun wanted to make one last desperate attempt.

Karu relayed Chen Jun's words to Baldy, whose face immediately darkened. Without saying a word, Baldy pressed the muzzle of his gun against Chen Jun's forehead.

"If you don't agree, you'll die right now."

Chen Jun understood the bald man's actions and ruthlessness even without Karu translating.

For the first time in his life, Chen Jun had a gun pointed at his head. Even though he had experienced the trials of the storyline, he was still so frightened that his scalp tingled and his whole body tensed up.

His heart rate was completely out of his control, soaring to over two hundred beats per minute.

By cooperating with the bald man's actions this afternoon, regardless of the outcome, at least there's a chance to survive; otherwise, they'll be killed immediately.

That means there's practically no choice at all!

"No, no, no, no, we agree, we agree."

Seeing that the safety on the gun was already off, Liang Jian was afraid that the bald gang leader's hand would tremble and he would lose his grip, blowing his good brother up with a watermelon. So he quickly agreed.

"snort!"

The bald man snorted coldly, gave Liang Jian a look that said "you're smart to know what's good for you," and finally put away his gun. He then started babbling to his underlings.

Chen Jun, who had just been through the ordeal of the King of Hell, along with three other Chinese men, including Liang Jian, and the translator Karu, were taken to a hut made of earth. They were told to rest inside and await further orders.

These cone-shaped houses, made of mud and thatch, actually have a distinctly African character.

If it were located in a tourist attraction, you'd probably have to pay extra for a night's stay.

However, Chen Jun had no interest at all at the moment; his mind was filled with the actions the bald man had mentioned.

"President Jian, you came from the reconnaissance unit. What kind of unit do you think this 'vanguard team' he mentioned is?" Chen Jun asked in a deep voice.

"Before coming to this country, I looked up some relevant information when I was bored, including information about the military."

Liang Jian frowned and recalled, "I remember that this country's system is somewhat similar to the federal system of the United States, where each state is autonomous, but it also has some characteristics of our country. It is a combination of the two."

At the top of González is the Republic government, which governs the provincial governments below it. Under the provincial governments are municipal governments, all of which are under the administration of the Republic government.

In terms of government hierarchical management system, it doesn't seem to be much different from our country.

However, the administrative units below the city level are more like a scaled-down version of the U.S. federal system.

The municipal government can only manage the urban area. All areas outside the urban area are uniformly planned as chief's territories and are administratively managed by the Grand Chief.

Apart from paying taxes, chieftain territories are largely not governed by the municipal government, but rather governed autonomously under the leadership of the Grand Chief.

The Great Chief has his own private army, his own law enforcement agency, and his own set of laws.

The chieftain's territory is composed of a varying number of tribes, similar to villages and towns in our country. Each tribe is governed by a chief, who has the final say in everything.

Liang Jian gave a brief introduction to the national system before turning to the current situation, saying, "We are currently in a tribe within the territory of Chief Lumu. The officer we just saw is very likely the tribal chief."

This kind of armed conflict at the village/township level is probably not very large in scale, at most a battalion, I guess it's no more than a company.

This small-scale, localized operation, especially one conducted in the afternoon, is most likely a harassment tactic.

The vanguard team that the bald man mentioned should be similar to our reconnaissance units, responsible for scouting ahead and gathering intelligence for the troops behind.

Liang Jian's analysis sounds reasonable, but upon closer inspection, it has significant logical problems.

"I don't think this is right; it shouldn't be like this."

Chen Jun pursed his lips and thought for a moment before accurately pointing out the key point: "If they know you are a retired reconnaissance soldier, it would be perfectly reasonable for them to assign us to the vanguard to scout ahead and gather intelligence for them."

The problem is that they don't know you're a scout, let alone the three of us.

It's like he only knew we were Chinese, so he specifically dragged us out of the basement and threatened us with death to force us to join the vanguard. That's clearly unbelievable.

If we were ordinary people, we wouldn't be able to gather intelligence for them at all. The biggest role we'd play by going ahead would probably be as a target...

Wait, that's not right...

As Chen Jun spoke, he seemed to realize something, his eyes widening in panic as he exclaimed, "Could it be that this so-called vanguard is just a bunch of sitting ducks up there?"

Holy crap.

Upon hearing this, Liang Jian was jolted awake, and the first two words that came to his mind were—

cannon fodder!

Whether in the armies of feudal dynasties or on the battlefields of World War I and World War II in modern times, there has always been a "special unit" of cannon fodder.

Its main role is to be at the forefront, acting as a meat shield while consuming enemy ammunition.

"Fuck you, no need to guess, they're definitely using us as cannon fodder, the vanguard, and they're making it sound so nice, are they just treating us like idiots?"

Chen Jun was furious and wanted nothing more than to rush out and kill all the Blacks outside.

"These black guys really think they're smart, they don't realize that their IQ is among the lowest in the world. They have the nerve to play these kinds of tricks."

Liang Jian also cursed angrily, but it was just venting his anger.

"Eh, hiss..."

As Chen Jun continued his rant, another question popped up.

"The Hema and Lundu tribes are sworn enemies. There are hundreds of Lundu people locked up in that basement. Wouldn't it be better to use them as cannon fodder than us? At least we have a numerical advantage. Why specifically pick a few of us Chinese?"

"Oh yeah, why specifically target us Chinese?" Liang Jian was also stunned.