<h4>Chapter 1555: Chapter 1397: The Battle of Africa (Subscribe!)</h4>
When issuing orders.
Tang Qing carefully observed the weapons these people carried.
Apart from the 1.5-ton vehicle.
The rest of their gear.
Posed some threat, but not much—at most, it could heavily injure the "March."
Moreover.
Sadoke’s personal guards weren’t amateurs; with so many shields in ce, not only did this be an advertisement, but Sadoke might even buy another one or two vehicles. Not a big profit, but it helps boost sales.
"Tangtang, at the end of this month, the department will submit the university application materials to Beijing." Qin Yugang made a round of calls and finally returned with some good news.
"That’s good."
Tang Qing had already anticipated this.
Chai Ren had mentioned he would pull strings at the provincial level, so it was bound to happen. Plus, the Zheng Family—establishing a university not only requires approval from the Ministry of Education but also cultural consent, which involves a vote at the top.
The Zheng Family.
Manages the Cultural Division.
Thus.
From top to bottom, there were hardly any obstacles. Sometimes, reflecting on it, having more allies than enemies makes life much easier—no unpleasant surprises, no need to clean up messes caused by troublemakers.
People.
Really shouldn’t create unnecessary problems for themselves.
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Africa.
Congo Gold.
Bei Ji Province.
Deep in a dense jungle.
A dozen Africans dressed in camouge were hiding. Through the leaves, one could faintly make out the highway a hundred meters away. On one of therge trees, the operation leader Gonser was chewing on a leaf.
Gently chewing.
At this moment.
Gonser was in a foul mood.
He had just been scolded harshly because of an ident en route—the original ambush location, 40 kilometers from the Huaxia enterprise, had to be moved to over 120 kilometers away.
From Nan Ji Province.
It had shifted to Bei Ji Province.
Such a distance would make it harder for their side to demand more pensation" from the Huaxia enterprise afterward. Still, as long as they could take out Sadoke, their main objective would be achieved.
Regarding pensation."
That could be dealt with slowlyter.
After all, the industrial park wasn’t going anywhere.
Nheless.
Since the n was disrupted, Gonser couldn’t shake a nagging feeling of unease. But he didn’t know what it stemmed from—their n seemed infallible, leaving no room for error.
"Seventeen kilometers left," one of his subordinates reported.
Gonser’s gaze sharpened.
The arrow was already notched.
He could only hope his instinct was being overly cautious.
"Begin preparations," Gonsermanded deeply.
"Yes."
His subordinates immediately ryed the message.
···
A few minutester.
Gonser picked up the telescope.
"Bang!"
A loud explosion echoed across the rtively t highway as a small coach lost control and violently crashed into a Toyota off-road vehicle on the left. Debris scattered everywhere, and the two vehicles came to a halt in the middle of the road.
Fortunately.
Other vehicles weren’t affected.
Afterward.
The following cars maneuvered around via the dirt road alongside. The drivers of the coach and SUV exited their vehicles, arguing heatedly—nearly breaking into a fight. Unfortunately, none of the passing vehicles stopped to watch.
Watching this drama unfold.
Gonser’s mouth twitched.
If the driver had known what cargo was in the vehicle, he probably wouldn’t have dared to even board it. Thankfully, it wasn’t a mechanical ignition—otherwise, the crash might have prematurely sparked fireworks.
"Ten kilometers left."
"Execute the action."
"Yes."
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On the "March."
Sadoke was half-squinting.
His gaze was drawn to the scattered iron towers in the distance.
He liked sitting on the right side; on the way here, he hadn’t paid much attention. In Nan Ji Province, he could still see cables stretching from high-voltage transmission towers, but in Bei Ji Province, these towers stood bare.
The cables weren’t installed yet.
Back then.
To prevent locals from dismantling and selling the towers, Sadoke had adopted a Huaxia approach—assigning responsibility to tribes, down to individuals, clearly stating that dismantling would result in losing ess to electricity in the future.
With this measure.
A brewing trend was halted.
Besides here.
Other provinces in Congo Gold were in simr conditions.
The Electric Grid Corporation’s shareholdersprised either dominant tribes or influential families. With aligned interests, everyone contributed effort. Once local tribes and residents experienced the convenience of electricity, the concern of dismantling no longer existed.
If anyone dared dismantle.
Their tribe would likely beat them to death.
"Clink!"
While gazing out the window, Sadoke froze as a white spot appeared on the ss. Familiar with the ss’s properties, he realized it was the mark of a bullet being delivered to him—a ratherrge caliber at that.
"Clink! Clink! Clink!"
Several more appeared in session.
The ss near his head now had several white spots.
An assassination?
No.
An open attack.
Sadoke immediately flew into a rage. For years, no one had dared make a move against him in his own territory. Judging by this setup, only someone with considerable status could arrange such a tant attack.
Then.
Before he could call for help,
A missile tail emerged from the right front.
In an instant.
Everyone noticed it.
"Enemy attack."
A deafening roar.
His subordinates reacted quickly. The lead vehicle immediately swerved to the right, shielding the front side of the "March." "Boom!!" The potassium transport vehicle took the hit, nearly flipping over—but its hefty weight and thick armor absorbed the damage.
It wasn’t seriously harmed.
However.
This was just the beginning.
Suddenly, figures emerged from the forests and grass on both sidesunchers in hand. Their primary targets were vehicles with mounted weapons. Firing one rocket each, they grabbed another round nearby.
"Boom-boom!"
"Boom!"
Taking advantage of the unpreparedness.
Sadoke’s convoy vehicles were each hit by at least two rockets. While the vehicles weren’tpletely wrecked, two of them flipped over; those remaining upright had dazed upants who scrambled out to engage the enemies as soon as they regained their senses.
Shooting wildly towards the jungle.
"Rat-tat-tat!"
"Bang-bang!"
"Clink-nk."
"..."
Chaos erupted.
A real-life African blockbuster unfolded on this vtile soil. Panicked drivers in nearby cars floored their elerators to flee—going against traffic. Anyone caught even on the fringes of this battle would perish without question.
Inside the vehicle.
Sadoke’s face was grim.
Thanks to the vehicle’s good instion, the fierce battle outside seemed muted—like watching a silent movie. Sadly, he wasn’t just in the film; he was its main character, in first-person perspective.
"Don’t get caught in prolonged engagements; our goal is to protect the leader’s retreat," the personal guard captain barked through the walkie-talkie.
"Contact the nearest camp."
Sadoke ordered.
"Yes."
As they prepared to retreat,
Another group unexpectedly emerged from the opposite side of the forest, also armed. Fortunately, Sadoke’s team had trained for scenarios like this—covering all directions. Upon spotting the iing dust cloud, they retaliated unhesitatingly with bursts of gunfire.
"Rat-tat-tat."
"Get in the vehicle, move!"
Upon receiving orders.
Sadoke’s personal guards all boarded the vehicles.
Firing blindly through shooting holes as they hurried. Meanwhile, several pickup trucks charged out from the jungle, ripping off the cloth from their rear cargo beds to reveal weapons no less intimidating than Sadoke’s—gleaming yellow-orange ammo belts.
The already battered convoy picked up even more speed to escape. From a distance, Gonser watched with some disappointment. n A was evidently just support—it couldn’t entirely pin down Sadoke. Fortunately, they still had n B.