Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Dust fluttered, Kant all the way across the vast land of Seligal.

About 300 kilometers away.

Sometimes, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, he had to choose the wild wasteland that was more difficult to walk, just like many days ago, crossing the long distance from the hinterland of the empire to the territory of Goethe.

But compared to before, the mentality has changed again.

"Father... This place is even worse than Myanmar."

Asphalt roads are scarce and lack maintenance, and there are many potholes. In many cases, the so-called roads are the kind of dirt roads in the Chinese countryside, and even cement roads are hard to see.

The settlements along the way were only filled with dust and dust, low tin houses and even thatched houses, men with sticks chasing passing lizards, and women selling seven or eight trays of charcoal on their heads, looking only five or six years old, but holding bottles. The little kids who went down the street with the brushes for the car wash business.

All I saw along the way was public transport with international connections - I'm talking about India.

The scientific name is the human rigid suspension external standing ticket system.

There were no accidents along the way.

Although they encountered several waves of police and even the army, they just glanced at the car and let them go immediately without making things difficult, verifying, or asking for bribes, and once even pretended not to see it.

There is no reason to ask for bribes or make things difficult. It is a tall and domineering Hummer that is refitted at a glance.

There is also a weapon station composed of dual M2HB heavy machine guns and AGS-17 automatic grenade launchers transformed by iron sons on the roof, as well as Kant's indifferent and sharp eyes.

There is also an MG6 Lynx anti-material sniper rifle on the driver's seat.

What I saw and encountered along the way was completely different from what I encountered at the airport.

Residents on both sides of the street dodged one after another. If they couldn't dodge, they would show a bright and friendly smile to signal their innocence. Whether it was forward or reverse, the vehicles they encountered did not go far.

Even the country's violent machines, the police and the army, showed warm smiles of Sino-African friendship, and gave the green light at the fastest speed. Even the detained and blackmailed driver has no opinion.

What's even more funny is that Kant has been covering his face with a scarf.

The reason for such a contrast may be that Kant's virtues are relatively sufficient now, so he can convince people with virtue and make African friends admire him.

"It's far from even Goethe here...not even Burma."

The voice of Horus came from the car stereo: "Just the weapons in the car are enough to defeat one of their companies and start a massacre in their city, these soldiers and police are turning a blind eye, even the most basic questioning. None, not even reporting to their superiors."

Kant looked at the blue sky and the endless plain outside. The vegetation was sparse, the wilderness was wide, and there was a group of things moving in groups in the distance. In terms of scenery, it was better than the country, at least much stronger than the big cities. This is the only bright color he has encountered so far.

He said lightly: "Did you notice it? It's a pattern. We saw soldiers and policemen along the way. The higher the rank and the higher the position, the fatter they are. Civil servants are stronger than roadside civilians, and people who drive are stronger than those who walk. People want to get fat - the two Serbs told me earlier, Africa is like this, poverty, backwardness, a vicious circle, no one wants to improve, the civil servants are in the top, they try their best to make a lot of money, and eat hasai. , after stepping down, patting the **** and enjoying life, this is the status quo here."

The Autobots heard Kant talk about China, witnessed Goethe's appearance with their own eyes, and learned the level of development of modern society from Kant's computer blockbusters and books, so they felt incredible.

It is unimaginable that less than half the world is separated, there is still such a primitive and backward place in modern society.

Two, three, four, or even scrapped cars, the occasional power outage, and flights… Aside from these things, this place is not even comparable to Goethe.

The maintenance of the roads, the health and mental outlook of the civilians, the integrity of the civil servants of the country... all of them cannot be compared with countries in other worlds, it is really unimaginable.

"I can't even see hope here...Even Goethe faces the attack of world hegemony, I can see hope in their courage and indomitableness."

The Autobot whispered, "What is it that makes them so sad?"

"There are many, many factors, but that's just an appearance, or a hoax."

Kant patted the steering wheel and said indifferently: "The most important or the only reason is that the white world has enslaved, plundered, sucked blood and controlled this land for hundreds of years and even to this day."

"Manipulate them economically, divide them politically, indulge corruption, provoke wars, domesticate and castrate them continuously, make them greedy, lazy, and lowly, and then publicize their greed, lazy and lowly from public opinion, Even let them accept their fate, let the elites born in this land run away, let the vast majority of people here willingly degenerate, and never get ahead, such a vicious circle..."

He smiled: "Look, this is their civilization, this is the world of democracy and freedom."

Iron Son's heart was shocked: "These guys are much more powerful than elves..."

"Yeah, a hundred years ago, they wanted to do the same to us."

Kant continued to smile, but fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes: "But they are daydreaming, the civilization that has not been cut off for thousands of years has its foundation and strength, and they still want to dig this foundation, which is also a daydream, we paid for it. At the cost of tens of millions, we kill the Japanese, we kill the Americans, the British, the French, the Russians...then we light up the nuclear light, we move on, we drag the game into our rhythm , one day, we will get everything we lost back!"

When he said this, he was already in a turbulent mood.

Originally, he was a Huang Han with nationalist tendencies, not to mention the fact that he had just seen blood.

It's just that Horus, as a mechanical being born not long ago, is not familiar with the history of China, nor does he have the feelings of Kant's family and country. He just patrols the vast land through the receiver, recalling those incredible black people, recalling the dead air. s country.

It never doubted his father's words.

It's just that there are still doubts in my mind.

"Then..." it whispered, "When will this land and what the people of this land have lost get back?"

Kant was slightly startled, then shook his head.

"It's none of my business, they wait for the saint to be born, or wait for my dynasty to unite the Asian and African brothers."

He just got off the plane, he was in Africa, and it only took him ten minutes. His perception of this area has dropped to a negative number. It is important to rescue his father. Who the **** cares about this.

Speaking of dad...

"No wonder my father said when I was chatting with me that before going to Africa, most people shouted for support for the brothers in Asia, Africa and Latin America, meditated on the great unity of the people of the world, and thought that racial discrimination was a great sin, but after going to Africa for a period of time..." Kant leaned against the window and smiled, "They've all **** turned into the KKK."

"Father's father..."

There was curiosity in Horus' words: "Has he changed too?"

"He..."

Kant retracted his gaze and said softly, "No."

From Seligal to Comora, more than 300 kilometers and four hours, Kant crossed the border.

It looks even worse than Seligal. As for the mental outlook of the people, it is no different from Seligal, but what is more strange is that there is no atmosphere of war here.

Maybe it's just a thousand-person light infantry war.

In other words, this small and extremely backward country no longer knows what kind of expression and attitude to use to face the war... The war should be far, far away from them.

Using the Google map downloaded in advance, Kant guided Horus in the direction. His goal was the residence of his father's company in Comora, one of the three major cities in Comora, Sammyli... Of course, it was Comora's A big city in China should only be the size of a small county.

It has now been captured by Biagan.

Kant also recognized the city when the map showed the arrival of the Sammy.

Photos from my father sent back, photos from my mother’s first visit, and a picture book kept in the family group overlapped with today’s scene.

There are no high-rise buildings, the highest is only four floors, and beige is the main color. The locals like this kind of wink. Many houses are only in the state of foundation, iron, red brick, or even thatch. There are still many pedestrians on the street. There are also hawkers on the side of the road, but there is still fear and anxiety on their faces.

War is one thing, starvation is another, many blacks do not have the habit of saving, and go hungry if they don't work for a day, even if the city is actually occupied by the Biagan army, they still have to repeat it day after day. A day in the life... just like it used to be.

On a hill outside the city, Kant sent the Autobots back to the white fog world. After all, it was too conspicuous, and the next action was not to burn the chariot, but to sneak in secretly.

Besides, the city is not that big.

He covered his face and walked in a hurry, avoiding the Biagun soldiers stationed at the main intersection, and following the directions indicated on the map, he headed towards the location of his father's company. There was no one on the road, only sneaky, ragged Komorans poking their heads here to get something from war and flight.

The laughter and clamor of Biagan soldiers could be heard in many houses.

After going around, I finally found the courtyard where the company is located, a two-story villa surrounded by red walls and barbed wire, which is exactly what it looks like in the photo.

This is the back of the station, and there is a vegetable field. He has seen the photos sent by his father, planting watermelons, cucumbers, small tomatoes, green onions, etc., surrounded by a small fence.

There are two large generators to prevent sudden power outages, huge pot covers for satellite dishes, vines, small pergolas, reclining chairs, and a small open-air screening seat - you say this is a small building built in the Chinese countryside. There seems to be nothing wrong with the other courtyard.

Kant took a deep breath and climbed over the wall.

As far as I can see, the fence of the vegetable garden has been kicked down, as if it was arched in by wild boars and ravaged. The vegetables and fruits are almost gone. There are some remnants of broken melons and fruits in the soil. The whole backyard is messy, with swings and parallel bars. They were all torn down, and there were even a few pieces of feces on the ground, as well as blood stains.

Kant sank his face and walked to the front yard, there was a stench in the air.

It can be seen from a distance, the iron gate of the gate is gone, many glass are smashed, and there are messy traces everywhere, as if it has been looted again and again.

Go to the front yard, the ground is covered in blood.

Two dogs were hung, one of which had been skinned, the other half-skinned, and a black man in a Biagan uniform was busy carefully with a dagger.

That dog, seen in the photo my father took.

The scientific name is Chinese pastoral dog.

The Biagan army kidnapped Chinese people as hostages, but there was no reason to kidnap dogs.

The dog will definitely stay at home.

Hearing Kant's footsteps, the black man turned around and saw the yellow man, startled, reached out to grab the rifle beside him, and shouted, but two syllables later, Kant had appeared in front of him.

A punch hit his throat, the black man covered his throat, his eyes popped, and he fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

Another black soldier heard the sound and rushed out with a gun in hand. Kant flashed from the side, grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall, blood smeared on the wall.

Entering the door, the room was in a mess and empty. Many furniture and electrical appliances were obviously gone. Seeing him come in, an old black soldier jumped up from the tattered sofa, a cold light flashed, the dagger went through his throat, and Kant took him His head was grabbed and torn, and the blood spattered violently like a fountain, spraying the entire room.

He took out the pistol from Lao Hei's waist, Kant opened the safety catch, and fired two shots.

A few seconds later, there were cluttered footsteps and shouting from upstairs. Kant raised his head, looked at a place above his head, stretched out his hand and pressed the wall on the side, his mental energy radiated, extracted, and roared, the second floor floor. A hole was opened, and the two legs sank all of a sudden, but the body was stuck.

Kant grabbed one leg, yanked it, swiped it, and threw the opponent to the ground, making a dull loud noise.

The old black hadn't figured out what was going on. He was hit with gold stars all over his eyes, and his body curled up like a shrimp. Kant had already raised his foot, stepped on his hand, and crushed it hard.

The five fingers connected to the heart, the pain in the heart, the black man let out a tragic wailing, the same two syllables, and then, the other foot had stepped on his face, stepped his military cap aside, and blocked all his voices. Into the mouth, only a series of painful whine, as if crying, as if pleading.

Kant picked up the satellite phone and dialed the number. His voice was cold, and the soles of his shoes rolled back and forth.

"Kirov, translator."

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PS1: The first update, four thousand words!

PS2: By the way, I recommend a friend's book, "To Four Thousand Years Later", and friends who are interested can go and read it.