Reborn as a police officer in South Africa

It is actually very simple for the nomads to grow, as long as the knife in their hand is fast enough.

With the support of Port Elizabeth, Lao Ali unified Neiji in just two years. The process was simple and crude, without any technical content, and could be copied anytime and anywhere.

While Alvin was drinking coffee in the presidential suite, several nomadic tribe elders in the conference room were feeling uneasy.

None of these tribes participated in the previous conflicts. The tribes that had the courage to attack the Allies have disappeared. The tribal warriors were killed by the Allies. The few remaining women and children were divided up by other tribes and disappeared without a trace.

This is the fate of nomadic tribes. A disease can wipe out a tribe of thousands of people. On weekdays, conflicts between tribes are also common. The warriors of the losing side will all be executed. Women, children and property are spoils of war, because tribes

Conflicts between them are very frequent, so the number of nomads has never been able to grow.

"What do those Romans want to do by calling us here?" In the corner of the conference room, Abo and Badr from the Sava tribe were whispering.

"These are not Romans, they are southern Africans -" Badr was well-informed, at least he would not make such a stupid mistake.

After the Italian-Turkish War, North Africa became an Italian colony. "Rome" did not refer to Rome, the capital of Italy, but specifically to the ancient empire that had disappeared.

"Southern Africa?" Abo didn't understand the difference between the two.

"It is a country in southern Africa. Its name is Southern Africa. It is currently the most powerful country in the world." Badr glanced at Abo and specifically pointed out: "——The boots on your feet are made in Southern Africa.

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"Oh oh oh, then I will buy a few more pairs from them later -" Abo suddenly realized that the boots in southern Africa are quite comfortable to wear.

And it is strong and durable.

"Elder Sava—" Badr didn't want to talk nonsense to the idiots around him, so he took the initiative to approach Sava, who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind since entering the conference room.

Savar is the real elder, and Abo and Badr are the bravest warriors of the Savar tribe.

Sava didn't even raise his eyelids and shook his head slightly.

There is no use in guessing. When they come here, they can only accept the arrangement of fate.

On the chair closest to the door, John Grace from Free France, as the intermediary, was chatting with Lieutenant Colonel Reilly beside him. Reilly was from the North African Allied Command and represented the North African Allied Command as a witness to this negotiation.

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"Why launch a landing operation in the English Channel? It would be easier for us to attack from the direction of Spain or Italy -" Grace didn't like Operation Overlord and stubbornly believed that the best breakthrough point was the Mediterranean direction.

"It is the British request to launch an attack from the English Channel. We must consider the mood of our allies." Reilly looked relaxed. He was the most relaxed of everyone present.

"Now we have to worry about the discipline of the Anglo-Saxons, especially the American soldiers. They are more hateful than the Germans." Grace could only really express her feelings in front of southern Africans.

The discipline of Americans is a joke. During this period, scandals about American soldiers broke out one after another in Sicily. Drinking, gambling and fighting were commonplace. What is even more speechless is Xia Sanlu. It is said that there are nearly 100 American soldiers in Sicily.

Half were infected with rosellow disease.

Half should be an exaggeration. If it is one-third, something is definitely missing.

During the time when the US military was stationed in Sicily, it is unknown how many Italian women suffered.

The two chatted casually for a few words, and the topic shifted to the oil fields in North Africa.

"Are the reserves of the North African oil fields really as much as one billion barrels?" Grace was very curious. Various data about the North African oil fields were flying all over the sky. Some said one billion barrels, some said one billion tons, and some said it would be enough to dig them all out.

The world takes one hundred years.

Compared with billions of tons, Grace believes more in billions of barrels.

This number is staggering enough, after all, France is short of oil.

The UK at least has Anglo American Petroleum and Royal Shell, while France doesn't even have a viable oil company.

Fortunately, there are signs of improvement in this situation, because the French have made peace with it, so Adan Company has promised that the North African oil fields will also have a French share.

"It's not clear yet. The British used the excuse that all the information was burned and everything had to start from scratch." Reilly didn't know the specific situation. The British were unjust in this matter and returned it to Adan Company before leaving.

A hole was dug.

"Damn the British, they are always like this." Grace's prejudice against the British is even more serious.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the door of the conference room was finally pushed open. At this time, it had been more than 2 hours since the elders entered the conference room.

The first person to walk into the conference room was Cao Yin, followed by Oliver.

Alvin walked at the end. After entering the conference room, he randomly found a chair leaning against the wall and sat down. Next to him sat Abo.

"Hello Southern Africans, I really like these boots on my feet. They are very comfortable after wearing them. They are breathable and not stuffy. They have good sand-proof properties. Even if you step on the tip of a knife, the soles will not be broken——

"Abo is a bit talkative and doesn't seem to be very bright.

That's right, the bravest warriors have muscles in their heads.

"Thank you for your favor. Your choice is absolutely correct. Southern African products are always trustworthy." Alvin likes to chat with people like Abo without using his brain.

"I'm glad you are not Romans, because I don't like Romans. We once fought against Romans, and my father died at the hands of Romans." Abo rambled on, not caring about the occasion.

Alvin took a look at Abo, calculated his age, and felt that Abo's father should have died in the Italian-Turkish War.

Not necessarily. The living environment of North Africans is harsh, and the average life span is only about thirty. Abo's real age is probably younger than he looks.

So don’t think that tribal elders are more experienced and like old foxes. It is more likely that they are lucky and live a long time, so they have a high status.

Ahmed, an elder from the Aza tribe, was not too smart. He asked Cao Yin how much benefit Adan Company could bring to the Aza tribe if the Aza tribe cooperated with the Adan company.

"What benefits do you want?" Cao Yin was not in a hurry, it was better to explore the bottom line first.

"We need food, wine, weapons and ammunition, and cars like yours that are impenetrable to bullets -" Ahmed did not give specific numbers, but estimated that the number exceeded a hundred and was too numerous to count.

It is very possible that most nomadic tribes have no concept of mathematics.

"As long as you are willing to cooperate, everything you should have will be available." Cao Yin smiled and gave you a car, but you have to drive it.

Fortunately, I didn't ask for a plane.

But this is not a problem. Old Ali doesn’t know how to fly a plane. He can pay someone to fly it.

So the really useful thing is money.

Now, the ambitions of these elders must not have expanded to the level of old Ali.

Don't expect to talk through all the issues during your first meeting. Tribal elders also need to communicate to see if there are any pitfalls in cooperation with southern Africans.

In the evening, the tribal elders were arranged to stay at the Rhodesia Hotel, and Alvin also arranged a smoke-free barbecue for the elders. The elders and warriors were very satisfied.

After returning to the room after the meal, Elder Sava sat on the floor, closed his eyes and meditated.

The conditions proposed by Cao Yin are very good. All tribes that are willing to cooperate can get support from the North African Allied Forces and the Adan Company. There will be no problem with food, wine, weapons and ammunition. Cao Yin's only requirement is that the safety of the oil fields must be ensured.

"If we have enough weapons, we can annex all other tribes, and then we will be the largest - no, the only tribe in the entire desert." Abo was very happy, and Alvin sent him a message after the meeting.

Gave Abo a new pair of boots.

The pair of boots that Abo had before were trophies captured on the battlefield. It was unknown whether they were taken off from the feet of some Allied soldier who died in the battle.

Even Abo didn't notice that the size of his previous boots didn't fit. After getting the new boots, Abo's affection for Alvin reached its peak in an instant.

"In that case, we will be besieged by all the tribes." Badelho is worried that the benefits of southern Africans will not be easy to obtain.

"But if we don't cooperate with southern Africans, there will be people who are willing to cooperate with southern Africans. What will happen then?" Abo is just outspoken, not ignorant.

Just as Badr was about to speak, Sava suddenly opened his eyes.

"Yes, even if we don't cooperate with the southern Africans, others will be interested." Sava sighed. The Allies were too powerful, and the tribe had no qualifications to raise conditions.

What Sava didn't expect was that smart people were everywhere. When Sava was weighing the pros and cons in the room, someone had already taken the initiative to find Cao Yin.

"Good evening, Elder Ahmed——" Cao Yin was not surprised. He didn't leave the restaurant at all after dinner, waiting for someone to take the bait.

"Sir, the Aza tribe is willing to fully cooperate with you. If I get your help, I can annex all other tribes in the shortest possible time. By then, I can guarantee that no one will dare to take action on the oil fields." Ahmed said urgently.

, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Cao Yin smiled and said nothing, but he could feel Ahmed's mood.

But Ahmed is not a good partner.

If, as Ahmed said, the Aza tribe annexes all other tribes, then sooner or later Ahmed will take action in the oil fields.

Cao Yin hopes to have a smart and rational partner.

"I want to become the king of North Africa. This has always been my ideal. Now I have the opportunity to do it. If you can help me, I will give you the most generous reward." Ahmed did not understand the situation.

Cao Yin is a member of the military and cannot make decisions on behalf of Adan Company.

However, there is not much difference between the military and Adan Company in Ahmed's eyes.

"We will discuss this issue in detail when we get to the conference room tomorrow. You know, the partners I need not only need ambition, but also need the strength to match the ambition." Cao Yin has to continue fishing, and he doesn't know how many there will be.

People take the bait.

What Cao Yin didn't expect was that the nomadic tribe was far more cruel than he imagined.

When there are many potential cooperation partners, the Allies can choose slowly, and the advantage does not lie with the Aza tribe.

If the only potential partner for cooperation is the Aza tribe, then the Allies will have no choice.

After leaving the restaurant and returning to the room, Ahmed gathered everyone in the Aza tribe and assigned tasks.

In the room of the Sava tribe, the Sava elders were praying with Abbo and Bader. This was a homework they had to do every day.

Tie Bang Bang——

There was a rhythmic knocking on the door.

"Who?" Abo was in a bad mood.

The corridor outside was a bit noisy, there was the sound of heavy objects being moved next door, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made Abo instantly alert.

As the bravest warrior of the Sava tribe, Abo is very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"It's me, Aibak from the Aza tribe. Our elders asked Elder Sava to go to his room. It's urgent."

"We have already slept -" Abo didn't want to open the door. Aibak was the most outstanding warrior of the Aza tribe.

Speaking of which, conflicts broke out between the Sawa tribe and the Aza tribe, and the relationship between the two tribes was not good.

Abo once fought against Aibak, and the two did not win or lose.

But that was the era of cold weapons, and now we have evolved to hot weapons. The strongest warrior may be killed by a child holding a pistol.

Boom boom boom——

Knocking on the door turned into banging on the door.

"I have such a bad temper——" Abo stood up angrily, defenseless.

"Wait a minute -" Badr was cautious, stood up with Abo, and picked up the short knife beside the bed.

Considering safety issues, the Allies took away all hot weapons such as long knives and pistols when the tribal warriors checked into the Rhodesian Hotel, leaving only short knives used for cutting meat.

Seeing Badr holding a knife, Abo woke up from his dream.

Through the peephole, it was indeed Aibak standing outside the door.

What set off Abo's inner alarm was that there seemed to be no blood on Aibake's face.

Boom boom boom——

Aibak is still banging on the door.

"Wait - it's coming -" Badr signaled Abo to get ready.

Abo's sword was unsheathed and he hid behind the door.

The moment the door opened, Aibake rushed in holding a bloody dagger. Before he could swing the knife, Abo stabbed him in the neck.

Even if the two warriors are equally capable of fighting, the situation will be one-sided.

"Oh - ho ho -" Aibak fell down clutching his neck, his face full of disbelief.

Badr stabbed Aibak in the chest with a knife, and stabbed another warrior of the Aza tribe with his backhand.

Abo stood next to Badr, and the two of them completely blocked the narrow passage. Four warriors from the Aza tribe who rushed in fell to the swords of Abo and Bader.

Finally, dense footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

"Hold your head with your hands, squat down, and do as I say, or I will shoot -" The hotel security guards arrived late. We can't blame them. Since the opening of the Rhodesia Hotel, such a vicious incident has never happened.

There was a warrior from the Aza tribe who did not believe in evil. He raised his knife and howled and rushed towards the hotel guard.

Bah—bah bah bah—

He was greeted by intensive shooting, with several guards firing at the same time. The unbeliever warriors were immediately beaten into pieces.

Umbrella Company mercenaries don't engage in hand-to-hand combat.