Chapter 1531 African Chiefs

Until the 22nd century, this continent had been the object of economic colonization by various countries and had experienced a brief period of prosperity. After the 22nd century, space mining became the norm, and the enthusiasm of various countries for the African continent plummeted.

Resources can no longer be used as Africa’s advantage. The space elevator can bring endless industrial raw materials to major economies. The moon has become a new wrestling ground for major political alliances. The rare earth and helium three energy markets have followed the development of the first lunar colony. Established and reshuffled, the entire African continent seems to have been forgotten, completely out of the sight of international capital, leaving only an empty shell with only appearance, large slums and cities without lights. A sharp contrast.

The black brothers, who were originally lazy, obviously failed to prepare for this day.

As major mining and oil giants gradually withdrew from Africa, the continent ushered in an unprecedented depression. The debt crisis caused African governments to go bankrupt one after another. War, hunger, and disease have become the new normal of this continent, just like the African savannah. Natural selection in the world generally means that people huddled in slums struggle in poverty and are constantly subjected to the reincarnation of coups and short-lived dictators.

Only when humanitarian supplies are delivered can they get a moment's respite.

The situation ushered in a slight change in 2150, when the global economic crisis broke out. The situation in Africa seemed to be no worse. People seemed to have turned their attention back here again, although their eyes were full of absent-mindedness.

The real turning point is 2171.

With the outbreak of World War III, this continent, which had almost declined to the atomic age, unexpectedly became the only survivor of this nuclear war.

In 2174, the Third World War ended and the United World Government was established. Many people began to prepare escape plans. At that time, the world government was preparing to bring Africans into the fold, but unfortunately, there were so many major emirates throughout Africa that no suitable spokesperson could be found.

Until 217, the entire African continent was excluded from the sight of the international community. However, what is surprising is that after the war ended in 2174, the entire Africa ushered in the dawn of spring.

From Moscow to Paris there was ruin, and not an inch of intact land could be found.

Large numbers of European refugees poured into Africa across the Mediterranean, bringing with them technology and knowledge not available here.

It was only then that the black uncles suddenly discovered that the outside world they originally longed for had turned into ruins, and the people they once envied were looking at themselves with envious eyes at this moment.

Except for the world-class arms reserves, everything else on this continent is so backward.

However, it is precisely because of this that black people did not become slaves to Europeans or other outsiders again as they once did. But it happened to be the other way around. Black men with weapons put their guns on the heads of the European refugees and tied collars around their necks.

It is impossible to expect black people to farm to make a living. Even white people think it is politically incorrect to expect black people to provide food to help white people, let alone the black people themselves?

What's more, until before the war, many backward areas in Africa had regressed to the tribal chieftaincy system.

Most of these emirates recognized slavery.

This situation is particularly common in North Africa. Although some countries south of the Sahara still maintain the characteristics of civilized societies, the North African emirates have become stronger than ever after accepting a large number of refugees or slaves from Europe and even Europe.

With the rise of a powerful chief, a new African Union emerged.

As their name suggests, the United African Emirates implemented a high degree of tribal autonomy, combined with foreign war strategies, and launched a war against the Union of South Africa.

Compared with the world war that wiped out two hundred years of vitality in three years, this war can only be described as shabby. Both sides couldn't even put together a tank brigade.

Powered armor and undressed infantry charged each other across the savannah.

Using 22nd century equipment and using the tactical style of World War I, within five years the South African Union surrendered and retreated to Madagascar. The African Union, which occupied the entire African continent, had no intention of pursuing the South African Union because it could not gather enough warships.

Large tracts of land have digested the refugees pouring into Africa, and there is finally enough food.

Hard-working Asians have become the best candidates for farming, and anyone with a field can get "one". In contrast, the image of white people is closer to the appetite of black uncles, so the identity they play is often that of a sex slave.

Black men with status and status are proud to own a white slave.

Whether it is the African Union or the South African Union that retreated to Madagascar, they have no more ideas about lands outside the African continent. Europeans have already told them how bad the world outside is.

Soldiers who defected from Europe became the object of their competition. Those pilots who drove fighter jets, tanks, and even mechas often gained a higher status than ordinary black civilians.

As for most yellow people, life on the African continent is very difficult.

Especially Indians.

After all, Africa is too far away for southeastern Asia. Most of the Asians who can cross the Indian Ocean to reach southern Africa and the island of Madagascar are from India. After arriving in Africa, most of these people were raised as serfs.

“United we are unbreakable.”

This old Congolese proverb, the slogan of the black brothers.

However, the irony is that neither the United Arab Emirates nor the Union of South Africa, which are autonomous tribes, have never stopped internal strife. As a writer once said, there has never been a race of people more eager to slaughter their fellow man than the Negro.

The African Union in the north is like a huge feudal empire, and the "king" has countless powerful vassals in his hands. However, the South African Union is more like a small Renaissance republic.

"Has society degraded to this extent?" Jiang Chen, who had bags under his eyes like a panda's and was on the verge of falling down from the moment he walked in, was sitting in the Marshal's Mansion while looking at the report sent by his subordinates. While beating Haqie continuously, he muttered incoherently, "A group of baboons with rifles... messengers? Well, let's meet them."

Han Junhua kept his eyes on his face, and after a while, he coughed lightly.

"If you're not feeling well today, I suggest you get some sleep first."

"Not in good condition? It doesn't exist."

Jiang Chen shook his head vigorously, stretched out his hand to pinch his sour brow, and threw the document in his hand aside.

"Maybe you need a cup of coffee."

Shrugging, Han Junhua turned around and walked out the door.

"Wait a minute," Jiang Chen raised his hand to stop Han Junhua who was walking towards the door. After seeing her stop, he said, "Send someone to make an appointment with the envoy. Well... let's do it tomorrow. , I will meet with him tomorrow at the Sixth Street Capitol and I will talk to him in detail.”

It was impossible today, he just couldn't hold it any longer.

The last scene was probably the early morning sunlight outside the window, Yao Yao's pretty face that was first exposed to the rain and dew, happy and satisfied, and the dark smile on Xiao Rou's face who woke up from a deep sleep. The last memory was fragmented. He vaguely remembered that Xiaorou held his arm and coaxed him to the Marshal's Mansion. She was probably teasing him...

Otherwise he would never have come here.

See if I don't spank your buttocks until I get back.

Muttering something in his mind, Jiang Chen was about to stand up from the chair, but ended up falling on the table, snoring loudly.

With his brows twitching, Han Junhua sighed, nodded slightly, and walked out the door.

"yes."

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