MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1531 African chiefs

Until the twenty-second century, this continent has always been the object of economic colonization in various countries, and it has ushered in a short-lived prosperity. After the twenty-second century, space mining became the norm, and the enthusiasm of all countries for the African continent plummeted.

Resources can no longer be used as an advantage for Africa. Space elevators can bring endless industrial raw materials to major economies. The moon has become a new field for major political alliances. The rare earth and the third energy market have followed the first lunar colony. Established and reshuffled, the entire African continent is like being forgotten, completely out of the vision of international capital, leaving only a shell that has its own appearance, large slums and cities that do not see the lights A sharp contrast.

The black brothers who were so lazy to do, apparently failed to prepare for the day.

As the major mining and oil giants have withdrawn from Africa, the continent has ushered in an unprecedented depression. The debt crisis has caused African governments to go bankrupt. War, hunger and disease have become the new normal of this continent, like the African savanna. Natural choices in general, people who huddle in slums struggle in poverty, and continue to suffer from coups and the reincarnation of short-lived dictators.

Only when humanitarian supplies are delivered can they be given a chance to breathe.

The situation ushered in a slight change in 2150. The global economic crisis broke out. The situation in Africa seems to be no worse. People seem to have regained their sights here, although their eyes are full of absent-mindedness.

The real turning point is 2171.

With the outbreak of the Third World War, this continent, which almost decayed into the atomic era, unexpectedly became the only survivor of this nuclear war.

In 2174, the end of the Third World War, the world coalition government was established, and many people began to prepare for the escape plan. At that time, the world government was preparing to bring Africans into the gang, but unfortunately, the entire African emirates were everywhere and no suitable spokesperson could be found.

Until the colonial ship was launched in 2176, the entire African continent was excluded from the eyes of the international community. Surprisingly, however, since the end of the war in 2174, the whole of Africa has ushered in the dawn of spring.

From the ruins of Moscow to Paris, there is no way to find an inch of intact land.

A large number of European refugees have crossed the Mediterranean into Africa, bringing in technology and knowledge that is not available here.

It was not until then that the black uncles suddenly discovered that the outside world they had longed for had become a ruin, and the people they had envied were now looking at themselves with envious eyes.

This continent has a world-class level in addition to its arms reserves, and everything else is so backward.

However, it is precisely because of this that the black people did not fall into the slaves of Europeans or other outsiders again. Instead, it was just the opposite. The black people with weapons put the guns on the heads of European refugees and put the collars around their necks.

It is impossible to expect black people to make a living by farming. It is impossible for black people to take out food to relieve white people. Even white people think that politics is not correct, let alone black people themselves?

What's more, until the war, many backward areas in Africa have already returned to the tribal chieftain system.

Most of these emirates agree with slavery.

This situation is particularly common in North Africa. Although some countries in sub-Saharan countries still maintain the characteristics of a civilized society, the North African emirates have gained unprecedented strength after receiving a large number of refugees or slaves from Europe.

With the arrival of a powerful chieftain, a new African Union came into being.

Just like their names, the United Arab Emirates adopted a high degree of autonomy of the tribe and combined the strategy of foreign warfare to launch a war against the South African Union.

Compared to the world war that has been illuminating for two hundred years, this war can only be described as shabby. There was no tank brigade on either side, and power armor and undressed infantry charged each other on the prairie.

With the equipment of the 22nd century, the tactical style of World War I was played. In less than five years, the South African Union announced its surrender and retreated to Madagascar. The non-United Arab Emirates, which has occupied the entire African continent, has no intention of catching up with the South African Union.

The vast land digested the refugees who flooded into Africa, and the food was finally enough.

The hard-working Asians have become the best candidates for farming, and those with fields can be assigned to "one." In contrast, the white image is closer to the appetite of the black uncles, so the identity is often the x slave.

A **** with status and status is also proud of having a white slave.

Whether it is the non-United Arab Emirates or the South African Union retreating to Madagascar, they have no more ideas about the land outside the African continent, and the Europeans outside have told them how bad the world is.

Soldiers who rushed from Europe became the target of their competition. Drivers who drove fighters, tanks, and even mechs often gained higher status than the average black civilian.

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

Especially Indians.

For Southeast Asia, Africa is too far away to reach the Indian Ocean and the Asians of southern Africa and Madagascar, mostly from India. After these people arrived in Africa, most of them were treated as serfs.

"Unite and be indestructible."

This old Congo slang, the slogan of black brothers.

Ironically, however, neither the non-Emirates of the tribal autonomy nor the South African Union have ever stopped internal friction. As one writer once said, no one is more keen than black people to slaughter their compatriots.

The non-United Arab Emirates in the north is like a huge feudal empire. The "King" has many powerful vassals in its hands, but the South African Union is more like a small Renaissance republic.

“Does the social form have degenerated to such an extent?” The panda looks like an eye bag on his face. From the moment he entered the door, he was on the verge of falling. Sitting in the morning of the Marshal’s Mansion, he looked at the report sent by him. While he was constantly hitting Hatch, he whispered in incoherence. "A group of rifles with rifles... messenger? Well, see you."

Han Junhua’s eyes were always on his face, and after a while, he coughed cough.

"If you are in a bad state today, I suggest you sleep for a while."

"The state is not good? It does not exist."

Jiang Chen shook his head hard, and reached out and pinched his sour brow, and the documents in his hand were thrown aside by him.

"Maybe you need a cup of coffee."

Shrugging, Han Junhua turned and walked outside the door.

"Wait," Jiang Chen raised his hand and stopped Han Junhua who walked outside the door. After seeing her stop, she said, "Send someone to agree with the messenger for a time, um... just tomorrow. I will meet at the Sixth District Council Building tomorrow, and I will talk to him in detail."

Today is impossible, he really can't hold it.

The last scene is probably the morning sun outside the window, and Yao Yao’s first face with the rain, the happy and satisfying face, and the black smirk on the little soft face that wakes up from sleep. In the end, there was some fragmentation in the memory. He vaguely remembered that it was a small soft frame with his arm that took him to the Marshal House, and most of them were teasing him...

Otherwise he can't possibly come here.

Look at me and go back and not swollen your fart.

In my heart, Jiang Chen just planned to stand up from the chair, and as a result, he slammed into the table and screamed.

The brows pumped, Han Junhua sighed, slightly decapitated, and walked outside the door.

"Yes."