Chapter 772 a desperate disparity

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Under the persuasion of the old chief, the tribesmen reluctantly followed the old chief’s instructions to send prey to the soldiers in the mine.

In order to prevent the two sides from causing a conflict due to the language barrier, the old chief specially ordered his grandson Bongo Ntuya to go there in person.

Before leaving, the old chief repeatedly instructed Bongo Ntuya to maintain a respectful attitude towards the soldiers and officers in the open-pit mine.

An impatient expression appeared on Bongo Ntuya’s face. He waved his hand to the old chief and said, “I know! I know!”

“Don’t forget!” The old chief rambled on and said to Bongo Ntuya, and then watched Bongo Ntuya go to the open-pit mine.

After a long journey of more than three hours, Bongo Ntuya and the tribal soldiers who followed him finally arrived near the open-pit mine.

Just as Bongo Ntua was about to approach the mine, a group of soldiers blocked their way and asked them where they were going in Croatian.

Bongo Ntuya looked at the soldiers with a puzzled expression. He who had studied French had no idea what bird language they were talking about.

When the soldier saw this, he suddenly reacted, and he had to stumblingly ask Bongo Ntua what he was doing here in French.

“I’m from the Ntuya tribe, and my grandfather ordered me to deliver something for you!” Bongo Ntuya pointed to the prey on the carriage and responded to the soldiers, “These are the animals we hunted, All for you now!”

Maybe it’s because Bongo Ntua’s French is full of local characteristics, and these Croatian soldiers have only learned a little French, so they can’t understand what Bongo Ntua is talking about.

The soldiers decided to call the officer Andrei Milanovic over. They first gestured to Bongo Ntua not to leave, and then a soldier ran towards the mine.

Looking at the soldier’s retreating back, Bongo Ntua noticed that the other party should ask someone who can speak French to communicate with him.

Thinking of this, Bongo Ntuya’s face unconsciously showed a hint of ridicule. It was too funny that two ethnic groups who spoke different languages ​​had to obey the orders of another ethnic group and do things for them.

After a while, Andrei Milanovic appeared in front of Bongo Ntua.

“I’m Bongo Ntua, the grandson of the Ntua patriarch!” Bongo Ntua introduced himself to Andrei Milanovic again in French.

“I know!” Andrei Milanovich nodded, then glanced at the carriageway behind Bongo Ntua: “Is the prey on your carriage for us?”

Bongo Ntuya nodded, “That’s right! These are gifts from your grandfather!”

“Thank you for me, your patriarch!” Andrei Milanovic motioned for his soldiers to bring back the gifts of the Ntuya tribe.

The soldiers took over the carriage brought by Bongo Ntuya and brought the prey back to the open pit.

“If there is nothing else, then I’ll go first!” Bongo Ntuya said goodbye to Andrei Milanovic after the mission was completed.

Andrei Milanovich glanced at the sunset in the distance, shook his head and said to Bongo Ntua, “Would you like to stay here for one night and return to the tribe tomorrow!”

Bongo Ntuya hesitated for a moment, then nodded at Andrei Milanovic: “Yes!”

“please!”

At the invitation of Andrei Milanovich, Bongo Ntua followed him into the open-air group hahaha.

Looking at the tents in the open-pit mine and the smell of coffee in the air, Bongo Ntuya showed a shocked expression: “Do you guys sleep here at night?”

“Otherwise?” Andrei Milanovic responded to Bongo Ntua with a smile, and then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket under Bongo Ntua’s curious eyes.

“This is?” Bongo Ntuya asked.

Andrei Milanovich pointed to the cigarette and replied to Bongo Ntua: “Cigarette! It’s for refreshing!”

After all, Andrei Milanovich took out one and lit it with a match.

Look at Andrei Milanovic’s intoxicated expression and spit from his mouth (this chapter is not over!)

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The white smoke ring that came out made Bongo Ntuya feel a little itchy for a while.

“What? You want to try it too?” Andrei Milanovich saw what Bongo Ntua was thinking.

“No!” Bongo Ntuya shook his head and refused, but he still glanced at Andrei Milanovic’s trouser pocket with cigarettes in his eyes.

Seeing this, Andrei Milanovic immediately took out a cigarette and stuffed one into Bongo Ntua’s hand.

“I…” Bongo Ntuya refused the cigarette, but Andrei Milanovic pressed his shoulders and said, “Black boy, smoke!”

Although Bongo Ntua didn’t like Andrei Milanovic calling him a black boy, he still followed Andrei Milanovic’s instructions to put the cigarette in his mouth.

Andrei Milanovic lit a cigarette for Bongo Ntua, and the cigarette lit and rolled away. Bongo Ntua immediately felt a choking breath pouring into his nostrils. He took the cigarette in the In his hand, he coughed vigorously twice.

Andrei Milanovich looked at Bongo Ntua’s embarrassment, and immediately burst into laughter.

“It’s not easy to smoke at all!” Bongo Ntuya said to Andrei Milanovic slightly annoyed.

“That’s because you don’t know how to smoke!” Andrei Milanovich retorted, and then told Bongo Ntuya about the skills of smoking.

Bongo Ntuya took a few more puffs according to the technique that Andrei Milanovic gave him. After several coughs, he cried. Bongo Ntuya finally learned to smoke.

However, the cigarettes also burned out because of Bongo Ntua’s many practice sessions.

Bongo Ntuya looked at the cigarette with only butts left. He wanted to ask Andrei Milanovic for another one, but he was too embarrassed to ask for it.

After seeing the embarrassment of Bongo Ntuya, Andrei Milanovich immediately threw another cigarette to Bongo Ntuya: “Black boy, give you another!”

Bongo Ntua took the cigarette that Andrei Milanovic handed over, and said “thank you”.

The cigarette was lit again, and Bongo Ntuya’s expression gradually merged with Andrei Milanovic’s.

Immediately afterwards, Andrei Milanovich asked Ntua, “Black boy, do you know how this cigarette is made?”

Bongo Ntua shook his head and faced Andrei Milanovic. Andrei Milanovic told Bongo Ntua that it was not difficult to make a cigarette. Bulk manufacture of cigarettes.

Being able to mass-produce cigarettes means having a large number of people who don’t have to hunt or farm to work full-time on cigarettes.

These people provide the whole society with something to kill time.

Hearing this, Bongo Ntuya remembered that he was not sleepy, his tribe didn’t even have a meal, how could there be such things.

Later, Andrei Milanovic told Bongontua about the daily menu of the French army.

[Breakfast: porridge/coffee, chocolate/bread

Lunch: Grilled chicken, baked potatoes, tapioca bisque

Dinner: Lamb bones with vegetables, bread]

After Bongo Ntuya heard this, a shocked expression appeared on his face again.

At the same time, there was also a sense of despair in his heart.

He had always thought that the difference between the tribe and them was only in numbers and weapons.

Now it seems that the gap between the two is probably far more than that.

“To be honest, you have met a good governor!” Andrei Milanovich took another puff of his cigarette and sighed: “If we talk about the governors of our country, you people have long been regarded as disobedient to management. People were hanged.”

“Your country?” Bongo Ntua looked at Andrei Milanovic suspiciously.

“I’m not French, but Croatian!” Andrei Milanovic shrugged and said to Bongo Ntuja.

Bongo Ntuya, who was not very familiar with Europe, still looked at Andrei Milanovic with a bewildered expression.

Andrei Milanovich also realized his mistake, he sighed and said to Bongo Ntua: “Forget it! I’ll say no to you (this chapter is not over!)

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It’s clear, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, you can just treat me as someone loyal to the Governor’s Palace just like your tribe! What our country likes most is to hang all those who have the idea of ​​resistance!

Back then, I was almost hanged by our king! ”

“Then how did you escape!” Bongo Ntuya asked again.

“Of course it’s good luck!” Andrei Milanovich said in a frivolous tone, “Our monarch mercifully did not hang us, but imprisoned us in prison!

Then just as the French monarch needed someone, we were sent to the French Foreign Legion and followed Governor Jerome Paterson here. ”

“What kind of person is Governor Jerome Paterson?” Bongo Ntua asked Andrei Milanovic curiously.

Andrei Milanovic threw the burnt cigarette on the ground, and after thinking for a moment, said to Bongo Ntuya: “All I can say is, Mr. Governor is a kind and excellent soldier!

In fact, his character is not suitable for managing the Governor’s Palace. Fortunately, Secretary-General Rastigne is helping him! ”

“What kind of person is Secretary-General Rastigne?” Bongo Ntuya asked again.

Andrei Milanovic replied without hesitation: “Secretary-General Rastigne is a person with a stomach full of bad water. No one who is concerned by him can get away completely!”

Bongo Ntuya shuddered inexplicably after hearing this.

At the same time, Rastigne, who was interviewing in Libreville, suddenly felt an itchy nose and couldn’t help sneezing.

“Okay, next!”

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