Chapter 75 The Great Escape
early morning.
The sun slowly rises from the horizon.
The fiery red sunlight illuminated the grasslands of East Africa, and the animals were grazing with their heads down.
Suddenly, their sensitive ears stood up and moved slightly.
There was a sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps coming from the distance.
“Bang… bang… bang…”
The sound of gunfire disrupted the tranquility of the grassland.
The animals, who had never heard of gunshots, were still in a daze, staring towards the west with a vigilant look on their faces.
Soon, a group of people appeared in front of them.
Some animals no longer had time to continue eating grass and began to run around.
The people who came were none other than the natives of East Africa. There were about forty or fifty of them, running towards this side breathlessly.
As a memory engraved in genes.
These black people holding spears and carrying bows and arrows naturally awakened the animals' ancient memories.
"Danger!" This is the animal's instinct.
And black people are not having it easy either.
Judging from their appearance, they obviously did not have the courage they had in the past to fight the beasts, and they had lost their composure.
They were disorganized, had no sense of teamwork, and just wanted to escape from here as quickly as possible.
A hundred meters behind them, a group of East African colonial soldiers and militia could be seen.
A. Thor.
Sheriff of Roean Village, Northern Plateau Region.
He was riding a black horse, leading the village soldiers and temporarily recruited villagers, chasing the black natives in front of him.
In order to allow his subordinates to keep up, he did not ride too fast on his horse, after all, two legs could not outrun four legs.
Of course, except for the black natives in front of him, A. Thor had never seen anyone who could run so fast.
A. Thor and his men had been chasing the group of blacks all night.
Just yesterday, A. Thor destroyed a nearby indigenous tribe on the orders of the East African colonial government.
In the vast East African grasslands, the density of black people is actually not very high, and the tribe of this group of black people is the only tribe within a hundred miles of Roean Village.
A. Thor easily destroyed their tribe, but there was still a group of resisters who refused to surrender and escaped during the chaos.
A. Thor personally led a team to capture these fugitives. Because it was getting dark yesterday, A. Thor and his men did not immediately catch up with the fleeing natives.
Today, following the trail, A. Thor and his team quickly caught up with the natives who were gradually losing strength.
Just now, A. Thor and his group fired warning shots.
But the black man who heard the gunshots not only did not slow down, but ran faster.
To these black people, the muskets in the hands of the colonists were the devil's weapons, which would emit the devil's roar, and those who were chosen by the devil would go to hell.
The desire to survive instantly filled their hearts and bodies, and then with a final burst of strength, they rushed forward desperately, hoping to get rid of these devil's messengers.
These natives, who have been racing with African beasts for years, have really good physical fitness. In a blink of an eye, they have widened the distance between themselves and A. Thor and his group.
"Damn it, what did they eat to be able to run so fast!" A. Thor said angrily.
"Everyone, keep chasing them. We must not let them go today."
For a moment, all movable objects on the grassland were running, frightened animals, frightened natives, and colonial soldiers chasing the natives.
Gradually, A. Thor suddenly gave the order: "The troops stop advancing."
A. Thor had good eyesight, and he had seen a river in the distance, blocking the way of the natives.
"Now, let's see how you guys can escape. Everyone, get ready. We will slowly outflank them."
The black people also looked at the river in front of them with despair. They have been living on the grassland for many years, and apart from fetching water, these indigenous people living on the grassland rarely know how to use water.
Is he going to die here?
Of course not. Several natives who can swim have already started to jump into the water and try to cross the river.
A. Thor also saw it from a distance, and he quickly ordered: "The river may not be deep, we must not let them run away again, let's rush over."
But the situation was a little different from what A. Thor thought.
The natives who had gone into the water had just entered the river and were about to swim to the other side when they suddenly heard a scream.
The natives on the shore were just about to try to cross the river when they saw their companions being dragged into the water by something with screams.
Several crocodiles emerged from the water, biting the natives in the river.
The river water was instantly dyed red with blood.
A. Thor said inwardly with surprise, "God bless you."
Seeing that they would die if they went into the water, the blacks gave up resisting.
They laid down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy from A. Thor and others.
As for the final resistance, who can beat the devil? They have the guts to let them run, but they don't dare to fight.
A. Thor rode his horse and slowly walked up to these black natives.
I felt so angry when I thought about how these natives had wasted so much of my time.
He swung his whip and whipped the bare-chested natives hard on their backs.
Seeing that A. Thor did not use the thing that emitted the devil's roar to kill himself, but only whipped himself with a whip, the native felt relieved.
He fell to the ground, begging for forgiveness in strange language and kowtowing repeatedly.
Having let out a sigh of relief, A. Thor finally stopped punishing these ungrateful natives.
He said to his men, "Tie them up with ropes and take them back."
The natives were tied together with ropes by colonial soldiers to form a long line.
Pointing guns at the natives, everyone slowly moved back.
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This scene is repeated across East Africa, but of course there are exceptions.
Some large tribes that were capable of resistance and would rather die than surrender, with the purpose of running away if they couldn't win, went deep into the continent.
This is also what the colonies want to see. As long as these natives move westward, they will not stop as long as they are within the East African colonies.
There are only two ways for them to survive: one is to northwestern Uganda, Burundi, Rwanda and other places.
One is in the direction of southwest Zambia and Zimbabwe.
The colony used a pocket formation to drive away these natives. Kenya in the north was the direction of subsequent expansion of the East African colony. It was relatively dry and the population was small, so the colony would not add to the difficulties for itself.
The south is the Portuguese sphere of influence and is difficult to operate from. The east is already the East African colony in the pocket, so naturally they will not allow the tiger to return to the mountains.
As for capturing those small tribes, it was mainly for the purpose of continuing to do business with the Sultanate of Zanzibar and recovering funds.
But more indigenous people drove them to the inland areas in the west.
Whenever they moved there, they had to compete with the original indigenous tribes and countries for land and resources in order to survive.
It is entirely in the interests of the East African colonies to create chaos in the entire western interior.
On the one hand, it can impact the systems of more developed indigenous countries and destroy their subsequent resistance capabilities.
On the one hand, letting these natives fight each other would provide an opportunity to eliminate their numbers, which was something Ernst himself could not do.
Although there is no room for whitewashing as colonizers, there is still a big difference between direct and indirect participation in some things.
Haven’t you seen Leopold of Belgium in his previous life? People would spit on him and call him a beast when they saw him, or maybe he just ate in an ugly way.
Although you are all colonizers, you played it so roughly that Britain and France looked like saints in front of Belgium.
Only the Japanese can save Belgium's reputation. After all, when it comes to being inhumane, there is no one more beastly than the Japanese.
This made Ernst come up with a bold idea. Since Leopold was so "outstanding", he might have to help him in this time and space.
After all, Ernst himself knows that he will never be able to clear himself in the future, so he might as well find someone more beastly to take the lead, so that he can appear more normal.
Just like Americans, instead of discussing Indians, discuss your human rights.
(End of this chapter)
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