Farming Life Starting in Africa

Sangkujia Town, on the outskirts of Huabang Steel Plant. The sun was already setting, casting a grayish-orange hue over the entire factory area. Ghost, carrying a tablet computer, entered the makeshift camp.

"Big Daddy," Ghost handed over the tablet, swiped his finger across the screen to bring up a satellite image, "It's confirmed, the little girl is in this steel factory. She was accompanied by a female doctor from the St. Francis Chinese Hospital."

The old man took the tablet and squinted at it for a while. On the screen, the layout of the steel plant was clearly visible: several main buildings, several entrances and exits, and some scattered vehicles. There were roadblocks outside the main gate, and also places resembling ambush points inside.

"Where are the two Chinese men?"

Ghost tapped the tablet with his fingertip: "Honey Badger, the owner of the junkyard, is gone. Someone saw his car heading to Ivia this morning, with Leng Feng in it. They're probably planning to go back home."

The old man frowned. "Then let's catch this girl first."

Ghost glanced at the intelligence on the tablet and shook his head: "But... they have a lot of defenders. There are over a dozen trained locals in the steel mill, as well as some self-organized employees of Chinese-funded enterprises, who are also armed. It's not easy to get in."

"Heh," the old man chuckled, "How powerful could he be?"

He placed the tablet on the table. "Tonight, have Big Bear and Cockroach lead a group to sneak in. Kill any that resist."

At this moment, General Audu, who had been listening nearby, glared and exclaimed, "Big Father! You can't indiscriminately slaughter the Chinese! This will be very disadvantageous for us!"

The old man glanced sideways at the dark-skinned Red Turban Army leader, his eyes filled with an impatient "you're telling me what to do" attitude.

"What are you afraid of? The evacuation of Uller has been completed. If they stay here, no one will care about them."

"No!" General Audu's attitude was resolute, his thick lips moving as he spoke. "If even a single word gets out, our Red Turban Army will never gain international recognition! The whole world will call us executioners! Murderers!"

The old man glanced at the dark-skinned man with a dangerous glint in his eyes. A bunch of rebels who wanted to gain recognition from others were delusional.

However, his only target was the little girl who had received the live vaccine. If he could get her out without alerting too many people, he'd be happy to save himself the trouble. After all, his relationship with the Red Turban Army had soured, and his boss would be unhappy when he returned.

"Alright," Big Daddy sighed, looking at Big Bear standing in the corner, "You guys take some men and sneak in tonight. The goal is to capture that little girl and that female doctor. Keep it low-key, and try not to kill any Chinese."

Seeing that his father had given in, General Audu nodded in satisfaction, turned and left, his leather boots creaking on the gravel.

As the old man watched his figure disappear outside the tent, a rather unfriendly smile slowly crept onto his lips.

As darkness fell, the Oja Port was still as crowded as a train station during the Spring Festival travel rush.

However, the hopes of most of them to return home for free were dashed, as their country had no plans to organize an evacuation and left them to find their own way to leave Ivia.

Many ships are now gravitating towards the port area because of the smell, and a ticket for a cargo ship to Djibouti has been inflated to $2.

After being thoroughly checked, Rosen, Leng Feng, and Miao Feng were also allowed to board the ship.

The moment Rosen stepped onto the gangway, his eyes lit up.

He spotted the massive guns on either side of the bow—the Type 730 close-in weapon system. The seven barrels, like a cluster of metallic roses, coldly pointed to the sky. Under the ship's lights, the barrels gleamed with a chilling white sheen, instantly igniting a sense of awe and excitement.

If we could get our hands on this blueprint...

Any carbon-based life form that poses a threat to him, whether two-legged or four-legged, can kneel down and pray in advance. Even a main battle tank facing this thing head-on would be blinded and rendered a dud.

The armor of a regular tank is practically made of paper when faced with a 30mm tungsten-core armor-piercing projectile.

Leng Feng noticed Rosen's expression that seemed to say, "Can I steal one back?" and his lips twitched.

Rosen clicked his tongue, tilted his head to look at Leng Feng, and asked with undisguised curiosity, "Hey, I heard that compared to the Navy, you old Lu are practically as poor as beggars? Is that true?"

Leng Feng glanced at him sideways. As a former army special forces soldier, he was clear about this issue. The average equipment of the army was actually not bad. Although the military expenditure was only about half that of the navy,

The navy spends most of its money on equipment: warships, aircraft, and missiles—which one isn't a money pit?

"We're not poor. Although we have a large population, our ground support costs are low. It's just... we don't have as many big toys as the navy."

The guard leading the way had sharp ears. When he heard the words "big toy," he paused, and if he hadn't been on duty, he would have turned around and cursed back.

What were considered national treasures were reduced to "big toys" in the mouth of this old man, Lu. He was certain that this was sarcasm.

But the guard held back; his military discipline told him that he was on duty and couldn't argue with a former Marine on deck. He'd find another opportunity to reason with him after his shift.

The group quickly entered the bridge.

The bridge was brightly lit, with various screens and instruments flashing different colors. The officers on duty performed their duties in a tense but orderly manner.

Leng Feng stood ramrod straight and raised his hand in a crisp military salute: "Leng Feng, former Wolf Warrior Squadron, Special Operations Brigade, Southeast Military Region!"

Captain Gao Yun glanced at him, chuckled, and returned the salute. "I heard you had information about Deng Mei yesterday," Gao Yun cut to the chase, his smile fading, "How did you get the news that she had been kidnapped?"

Rosen sighed. He'd been asked this question again.

"It's my uncle," Rosen said, his expression full of helplessness. "He's friends with Deng Mei. He received her SOS message yesterday and then sent me to find her."

"Do you have any other information?" Gao Yun frowned. "Where did the kidnappers take her?"

Rosen shook his head.

He actually knew it was in the town of Basem, where Zaka's stronghold was located, but he couldn't explain how he knew this information.

It's better to pretend you know nothing.

Anyway, the Zaka organization will announce it sooner or later, so it doesn't make much difference whether it happens sooner or later.

"One of our comrades has already gone to gather intelligence," Rosen said. "We'll have some information soon."