Chapter 239 Daxia, what did you do? Where did this ‘aircraft carrier’ come from!
As a 'Moxi native', Bomi himself does not have much cultural level.
It can even be said that he doesn't even know how to write his own name, let alone talk about any 'big principles'.
But he knows what is right and what is wrong.
Although Bomi doesn't understand any advanced theories, he still doesn't know what terms such as "socialism", "capitalism", and "slave exploitation" are.
But he knows that people need to eat enough. If they don’t eat, they will starve to death!
Still chopping trees and burning charcoal day after day, it is a problem for Bomi to maintain the livelihood of the entire family, let alone the "grand wish" of having enough to eat.
After all, even if he worked hard to carry dozens of kilograms of charcoal to sell in a small town, he could only get a few hundred West African CFA francs for less than one US dollar, and making this charcoal was not an easy task.
It would take him most of a day just to cut down the wood, and it would take even longer to burn it into qualified charcoal.
Even if Bomi is running smoothly, it still takes two days to sell charcoal once. If the combined monthly income can reach thirty US dollars, then God will take care of this poor man.
But this is far from enough. Bomi also has a one-year-old son who is waiting to be fed, so his wife also needs to pick wild fruits and farm in order to barely maintain the standard of "not starving to death".
"If I can grow more and make more money." Bomi's eyes were filled with something called 'ambition': "Then Aisha and the others wouldn't have to live in such pain."
Thinking of this, Bomi's heart seemed to be stung. The person he was most sorry for in his life might be his daughter, Aisha.
Even though she had not enjoyed happiness or had a few good meals for so many years since she was born, because the family could not afford it, Aisha had no choice but to marry a strange man in a hurry when she was fourteen or fifteen years old.
Her husband's family has always been mean, and they have many brothers and sisters. Her daughter Aisha is having a very hard time there.
She even suffered resentment and hatred from her husband's family because she gave birth to two girls in a row.
But as a father, what can he do now? Bomi always wanted to take back her daughter and granddaughter.
However, the money he earned could not even support his son. All he could do was to save a little money every month to buy a pound of rough cassava flour to make Aisha's life easier.
Here in West Africa, Bomi thought he was used to it all, used to being the meanest of men and dying after the age of forty. After all, living past fifty was considered a long life there.
"This shouldn't be like this. We must also change our own destiny." He said seriously to his wife: "We must make changes if we want to survive."
He remembered the sentence he heard most often at the night school in the village these days.
In this world, there is never a 'slave' who is destined to be a slave at birth, and no one is destined to suffer.
People in Burkina Faso can also become rich with their own hands, so that their families can have enough to eat and live a good life.
"I believe you." Bomi's wife, her dark face and lips were a little dry and chapped, and even as a black woman, her face was white.
This was a sign of weakness. Her body was already running out of money.
"I will let you and the children live a good life." Bomi clenched his fists and looked at his wife seriously.
He was a little confused, why in the "paintings" he saw in night school, those women in their thirties from other countries were as beautiful and beautiful as flowers, just like eighteen-year-old girls.
And his wife, who has been married to him for twenty years and is only thirty-five years old, now sees many white hairs and wrinkles on her head. How could she have become so old?
In West Africa, the poorest and most backward place in the world, every time a woman gives birth, she is betting her life, and due to long-term malnutrition, childbirth consumes too much of her lifespan.
In this country where the average life expectancy is less than fifty, many people at the bottom barely even live to be more than forty years old, and everyone is struggling to survive.
But now, Bomi already knows how the future will go!
For himself, for his wife, and for his daughter who is suffering and his son who is waiting to be fed, he must fight to the death.
at the same time.
Only a few kilometers away from him, in a simple wooden house.
"Boss, this is the list of people who want to join our organization."
A cadre handed over several pages of paper with various names and fingerprints slowly written on them.
Since local villagers are basically illiterate, they determine people's names by pressing fingerprints.
Buhler glanced at it briefly and nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, your publicity department did a good job."
Now the number of villagers who have joined their entire organization has reached more than 200.
After everyone's continuous discussion, everyone finally determined that the force to be stopped by the farmers was officially called the "Burkina Faso Workers' and Peasants' Popular Front".
Starting from the bottom and going to the bottom, this is the consistent principle and the only criterion for Buhler, Jon and others.
"Currently, the organization has sent a notice that the second batch of supplies is on the way." Jon next to him began to introduce.
Hear this.
"Great." Mark and others waved their fists excitedly.
They don't lack any food supplies, and now they are even less likely to lack weapons and ammunition.
However, various mechanized tools are extremely scarce, and as for books and materials, they are completely "poor and useless".
Unfortunately, there are not many useful talents recruited locally. After all, even if Burkina Faso lowers the level to the lower limit of being able to recognize one's own name and is not considered illiterate, more than 80% of the people are still illiterate, and those who can write are even thousands of miles away. Pick one.
If all the available 'teaching materials' require them and others to compile them, it would be better to just ask the organization to get the teaching materials.
As for mechanized tools, they are a magic weapon for expanding the base area in the early stage. After all, Buhler and others cannot build houses by hand, let alone plow the fields by hand. That would be too slow.
In other words, if Buhler wants to popularize education in Burkina Faso, it will be extremely difficult.
This is even ten times more difficult than the previous experiences of Asian and European countries, because these countries already have a large number of ‘people of insight’.
But here in Burkina Faso, these people do not exist, and we have to start from scratch. This will be an extremely arduous process.
"Everything is going well now." Jon said, somewhat impatiently: "Boss Buller, do we want to"
Now that they have strong troops and horses, soldiers, food, not to mention firearms, the top priority must be to establish a base.
Buller's army could easily defeat the big landowner who controlled the land of several surrounding villages.
"Wait a moment." Buller shook his head and denied the suggestion: "At least not yet."
He expected that it would take one or two months of preparation before the official action would be taken.
After all, after decades of chaos, Burkina Faso is not a normal country at all, but a combination of tribal owners, big landowners, powerful people, the military, etc., even in the economy. Sovereignty, military, etc. are severely restricted by France.
In order to make money, they are even willing to let the "people of Burkina Faso", who are already living in hunger and cold, let most of the country's land be planted with cotton with higher economic benefits, instead of growing food and watching the people at the bottom go hungry. die.
It can even be said that if Eagle Sauce is partly responsible for most of the chaos in West African countries, then France is the main person responsible for leading this disaster. It is easy to kill a small landowner, but it is not so easy to quell the anger of the whole country and even France.
There were not enough people, and the winning rate was not enough to defeat all difficulties in an instant, so Buhler chose to continue to hibernate.
at the same time.
The aircraft carrier returned to port, and after a busy night, it had arrived at the port of the North Sea Fleet.
At this moment, it is still around five o'clock in the morning, and there is still more than an hour before dawn.
Fu Hai looked at the aircraft carrier in the port, his face still full of disbelief, and he kept mumbling: "Is this true?"
Until this moment, he still looked like he was waking up from a dream, as if he was still living in a dream.
An aircraft carrier similar to the 'Kitty Hawk' is actually parked at the port of its North Sea Fleet?
If this was a dream, Fu Hai hoped he would never wake up and let him enjoy this beautiful dream alone.
That's when.
"What are you thinking about?" Zheng Lixing glared at him, then laughed and cursed: "Hurry up and disguise yourself before Yingjiang notices."
Zhang Yuli did not come back with them, but flew directly back to Yanjing. He had to report this matter to his superiors in detail.
The most important thing now is to take advantage of this rare opportunity to properly store this 'Kitty Hawk-class' aircraft carrier and then carry out transformation work.
It can only be said that they had good luck in this operation. There were not even many winds and waves along the way, and they arrived at the "North Sea Fleet" base safely.
I originally planned to fight to the death, but found that there was no movement at all.
Now he finally knew why the 'Great Wall Watch' organization was placed in that position. It was the safest choice.
First of all, in the southern sea area, Yingjiang has implemented all-round surveillance since the last accident, and even some monkeys were beating restlessly.
It is simply nonsense to want to return to the port at night.
As for the Yellow Sea, not only is it close to the North Sea Fleet base, but the monitoring focus on the opposite side has not been focused on this location recently, so it can "escape" under the noses of others.
"Okay, I'll go right away." Fu Hai immediately stepped forward and began to direct various deployment tasks.
now.
At the Beihai base port, a building structure that is very familiar to everyone has been completed.
"The speed this time seems to be faster than last time?" Jiang Dingqian commented: "And it is much better in every aspect."
"That's natural. I'm much more prepared this time than before." Zheng Lixing nodded and replied with a smile.
Due to the rush before, the 'Wasp-class' amphibious assault ship was not notified to the Southern Fleet base for construction after it was confirmed to return.
But this time, Daxia started construction at the North Sea Fleet as soon as he got the information about the 'delivery location', and even completed the construction one hour before they returned.
It would be strange if it wasn't fast at this speed.
When this behemoth, under the watchful eyes of several people and with the precise cooperation of several tugboats, finally slowly stopped within the scaffolding, the coverings around the 'dock' began to slowly fall down.
No matter how sophisticated the detection tool is, there is no way to pry into the secrets inside through this important mechanism.
When they saw that the 'aircraft carrier' finally docked steadily at this moment, and the anchor was firmly plunged into the sea, several people finally felt relieved.
At this time, Fu Hai looked at the strange old man next to him, his eyes once again showing eagerness and confusion: "Old man Zheng, you can tell me now."
"What happened to all this?"
After repeated confirmations, Fu Hai could guarantee that this was a 'Kitty Hawk-class' aircraft carrier, which made him feel even more confused.
How could it appear here in Daxia? And why is it placed in that strange position?
There are also those two inexplicable ‘An-225’ transport planes. There are more of them than there are in existence.
He didn't think that this was a gift from Yingjiang to Daxia.
at the same time.
While Zheng Lixing and others were talking secretly, the sky in Daxia had already risen.
The town of Arlington is still dark.
Five Points Building, inside the Office of Global Affairs Security.
With the arrival of a document, the originally silent building suddenly became brightly lit.
After a while.
Kimi Andrew was sitting in his office chair, taking a sip of bitter coffee, trying to dilute his strong sleepiness: "Tell me, what happened this time?"
"Sir, it's an urgent document from the Asia-Pacific region." The assistant handed over a document.
The level of urgency is still marked as 'red'.
When Kimi Andrew saw the first sentence written on the document, he couldn't help but spit out the coffee in his mouth. He didn't care about the wet clothes at all. He stood up directly, stunned.
All I saw was that it was clearly written on it.
[According to satellite inspections, an "unidentified building" similar to a shipyard appeared at the Northern Fleet port in Daxia. 】
[The structure is the same as the last Southern Fleet port, and the length, width, etc. are more than 50% longer than before. 】
His eyes widened, he stood up in horror and screamed: "What's going on? What happened!"
"You want to increase the area by more than half? What is Daxia building?"
Before, it was an 'amphibious assault ship' with a displacement of at least 40,000 tons, but this time it would be half as big.
Isn't that a 60,000 to 70,000 ton class ship?
Kimi Andrew immediately thought of a term in his mind, and murmured with his eyes blank: "OMG, they won't build a 'new' aircraft carrier, right?"
Apart from aircraft carriers, he couldn't think of any other possibility.
An aircraft carrier appeared in the base of the Daxia North Sea Fleet? Is the world crazy?
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