Farming Life Starting in Africa

After a two-second silence, his voice softened again, "Try your best to find it. If you need to spend money to buy information—I'll reimburse you. Don't be stingy, spend what you need to spend."

"Okay, okay," Rosen yawned. "Tomorrow I'll go to the port to see them off first, then go to the embassy to see if there's any other news. You stay on the ship and don't wander around. If you fall into the sea, no one will fish you out."

"roll."

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Rosen and his companions got up early, filled both cars with gas, and then drove straight to Ivia.

Patrick was left to guard the garbage dump.

Rosen and his team weren't just going to gather information; he also needed to take Ma Xiao and Miao Feng to the port.

There were no more ships evacuating Chinese citizens from the port of San Matasava in Uller; they had to go to the port of Ohafa in Ivia to board a ship.

The two vehicles sped along the desert highway, one after the other. The BJ40 led the way, with the Bigfoot pickup truck bringing up the rear, leaving a long yellow trail of dust behind them.

Meanwhile, near the port of Ohalfa, on the bridge of the frigate Linyi, personnel were busy in a tense but orderly manner.

"Reporting, Captain! Political Commissar!" A young officer entered, his voice booming, "The Ivia government has approved our ship's entry into the port of Ohfa!"

Captain Gao Yun stood in front of the command platform, his hands resting on the table, and immediately issued the order: "All ships, enter Level Two combat readiness—all to your positions!"

"Yes!" The order was passed down through the ranks, and the atmosphere on the bridge instantly became tense.

Gao Yun raised his binoculars and looked through the lens at the city in the distance that was engulfed in flames of war.

The docks of the port of Ohalfa were packed with a large crowd. There were expatriates, dispatched workers, and employees of Chinese-funded enterprises in work uniforms.

Several consulate staff members were moving through the crowd with megaphones, trying their best to calm everyone down.

"Please be patient, everyone!" a staff member shouted, his voice almost hoarse. "Our warship is already waiting to enter the port in the open sea! We'll be taking you home soon! Please maintain order!"

Outside the crowd were heavily armed Ivia military personnel and embassy/consulate police. They stood with their backs to the crowd, facing outwards, vigilantly watching every road leading to the dock.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Our warships are here!"

Everyone's eyes turned to the sea.

In the distance, a massive warship was slowly approaching. Its greyish-white hull gleamed metallically in the sunlight, and its bow cleaved through the azure water, the spray sparkling like shattered silver in the sunlight. But most striking of all was the five-starred red flag fluttering in the wind atop its mast.

The crowd at the port immediately erupted in excitement.

The worries and fears of the past few days all turned into excitement at this moment, pouring out like a flood breaking through a dam. Several consulate staff members finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still dutifully maintained order.

"Please don't panic! Keep order! Hold onto your luggage! Hold onto your passports! Line up! Don't push!"

The warship slowly approached the shore, its massive hull casting a shadow over the dock. The moment the ladder was set up, twenty fully armed special forces soldiers rushed off the ship.

They moved swiftly and methodically, disembarking and immediately dispersing to establish a circular security zone around the harbor. Guns pointed downwards, eyes sharp, they resembled a pack of cheetahs ready to pounce.

Naval personnel then disembarked and established a secure passageway on the dock. Security checks, identity verification, and boarding—everything proceeded smoothly and efficiently.

From the open sea, two enormous cargo ships slowly approached. The warships could only accommodate a portion of the expatriates; the majority were housed on the cargo ships. They had ample basic living facilities, simple though they were, but better than waiting idly on the dock.

The national anthem could be heard frequently at the dock. Many people had lost or had their passports stolen, so the naval staff made them verify their nationality by singing the national anthem.

It is very difficult for foreigners to sing the Chinese national anthem accurately and naturally, especially in tense situations.

That afternoon, the sun had already begun to set in the west, bathing the entire city in a dim, yellowish light.

Two minivans and two military vehicles belonging to the Chinese government arrived at the entrance of the Chinese Consulate General in Ivia.

They were there to escort the last group of evacuees to the port.

When a consulate staff member saw the convoy arrive, he quickly ran upstairs to report.

"Consul! The car has arrived!"

He Qingliu put down his phone and rubbed his temples. He hadn't slept well for several days, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"How many vehicles did the military send this time?" he asked.

"There are only two left."

He Qingliu sighed. The government forces were also short-staffed, and the number of escorts they could send was dwindling. Yesterday they had four vehicles, but today there were only two left. Fortunately, the number of people needing to evacuate was not large anymore.

He stopped dwelling on it, strode back to the second-floor lobby, and said to the group of waiting Chinese people, "Everyone, hurry up and pack your bags! We're getting ready to leave! Quickly!"

The hall immediately became busy, with everyone rushing towards the door in a tense but orderly manner.

Soon after, everyone and the armed police boarded the vans and minibuses that had come to pick them up.

Led by military vehicles, the convoy headed toward the port on the other side of the city.

As the vehicles sped past, a man in government military uniform picked up the phone and said in Arabic, "Said, the Chinese consul has left. There are only four vehicles left. Have your men intercept them!"

As the convoy passed through the city, the streets were deserted, and the houses along the roadside were severely damaged. Smoke filled the air, making throats dry. Many abandoned vehicles were parked along both sides of the road.

In just a few days, this once prosperous city has become desolate and dilapidated. Decades of development have been destroyed in an instant.

In the silent city, only the sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance. Government troops and rebels were still exchanging fire in key areas of the city, and the sounds bounced back and forth in the empty streets, making the passengers in the car tremble with fear.

"boom--"

A loud explosion suddenly came from ahead.

The military vehicle leading the way was instantly blown up by a roadside bomb. The entire vehicle flipped in the air before crashing to the ground with a loud bang, its wheels in the air. Body parts and debris were scattered everywhere.

In the van following closely behind, the driver instinctively slammed on the brakes, the tires screeching loudly on the ground.

In the passenger seat, Li Wei, a captain in the People's Armed Police with three stars on his shoulder insignia, reacted extremely quickly. He turned sharply and shouted to the driver, "Don't stop! Charge! Charge!"

The driver gritted his teeth, slammed on the gas, and the engine roared as the van sped past the overturned military vehicle, its wheels crunching over the debris scattered on the road.