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Chapter 1505: Battle of the Farm (Second update, please subscribe)

On a vast farm, a huge self-propelled green fodder harvester is driving in the corn field. The large agricultural machine is like a giant beast, showing its power in the field.

The driver Park Sun-hee sat in the high cab with a smile on his face. He skillfully controlled the machine and drove along.

As the harvester was in operation, its huge blades began to rotate rapidly. Wherever it went, the corn stalks were cut quickly as if by an invisible sharp blade, and then crushed into tiny particles. These particles were loaded into the waiting transport vehicles through a long conveyor like flowing water.

In the fields, the roar of machines, the cutting sound of blades, and the sound of particles falling to the ground are intertwined.

A satisfied smile appeared on Park Soon-hee's face. He looked at the situation behind through the rearview mirror from time to time to make sure everything was going smoothly.

“The quality of this batch of feed is really good!”

On the roadside, Wang Chengan, manager of the 339th Farm, couldn't help but admire the trucks carrying the feed away.

"Yes, Manager, with this amount of feed, there will be no problem raising tens of thousands of cows!"

When talking about raising cattle, Zhang Donglin's tone revealed a hint of pride.

Wang Chengan nodded in agreement.

The carefully processed green fodder will be sent to nearby farms to feed cattle. This is the case every year on the farm. After the corn is harvested, the straw will be crushed into silage for cattle feeding. Now the company's farm in Kenya produces hundreds of thousands of tons of beef every year. The beef produced here is not only sold locally, but also exported to Europe in large quantities.

"The farm's profitability this year is definitely better than in previous years. The number of cattle in the pasture is 20% higher than in previous years..."

Listening to his assistant's words, Wang Chengan looked into the distance and said:
"Don't worry about the benefits. The international grain prices have been higher in the past two years than in previous years. The only worrying situation is that we are on the edge of the farm. We have to be careful of infiltration by rebels..."

"Captain, don't worry, there are British guarding the front, so there will be no trouble."

Zhang Donglin answered confidently:
"Even if someone infiltrates, they may not be our opponent. Many of the workers in the field are soldiers."

"hope so……"

Wang Chengan nodded and got in the car. Outside the car, the farm was still busy.

As the last batch of corn stalks were devoured by the harvester, peace finally returned to the fields.

Park Shunxi jumped out of the cab and stretched his body, with a tired but satisfied smile on his face. As soon as he jumped out of the cab, his wife brought him tea. Although his wife was of Indian descent, she was fair-skinned and wore a T-shirt and jeans, which was completely different from ordinary Indian women.

"How is it, are you getting used to it?"

Park Sun-hee asked in somewhat stiff English:
The woman nodded quickly and replied:
"Well, it's much better here than in India."

There are many transnational marriages on the farm. In order to develop the farm, the grain company recruited a large number of workers from South Korea and Japan. Later, most of those workers stayed in Africa and many of them settled down here as employees of the company.

Because Japanese and Korean women prefer to marry in the south, these overseas workers find it difficult to find wives. So some of them find another way and find Indian wives through the channels of Kenyan Indians. In India, it is a very glorious thing for a woman to marry a foreigner, and the woman has to pay a huge dowry for this.

However, marrying a Korean or Japanese worker does not require a huge dowry. So under this dimensionality reduction attack, in just a few years, tens of thousands of Indian women married here. Most of them were from high castes, had fair skin, and could speak some simple English.

In this way, these employees from foreign countries found their happiness here and took root here.

Soon, after a short rest, Park Soon-hee and his wife returned to the town.

The town is an inconspicuous one, in fact, it is home to more than a hundred farm employees and their families.

The farm town is very different from the local town. Although the shop signs are in English, there are also Chinese characters. People from all over the world live in the town, and they bring everything they are familiar with here.

So here there are Tangshan-style, Japanese-style, and Korean-style ones, but like any farm town, it implements self-government. According to the company's habits, the management is mostly Tang people. But for this, people have long been accustomed and adapted.

After all, all the workers know very well that they are just ordinary workers, the lowest kind. It has to be said that sometimes, Eastern culture still has its merits.

Just as Park Soon-hee and his wife were chatting at home, in a rotation and fallow pasture in the distance, beef cattle were leisurely eating grass. These legume alfalfa are not only feed, but also necessary for land conservation. Legume forage can significantly improve the nitrogen balance of the soil through nitrogen fixation, which can effectively improve soil fertility.

It is through scientific crop rotation and fallow, coupled with the use of good seeds and fertilizers, that farm output will increase continuously. As for silage, it is the main feed supplement during the dry season. Just like now, with the arrival of the dry season, the grass on the ground has begun to wither.

As usual, Kenji Sato drove the feed truck to transport straw feed to the pasture and poured it into the feed trough. While the cattle gathered there to eat the feed as usual, he walked to the trough to check the water pipes to prevent blockages.

While checking, Sato Kenji heard some noise behind him. Turning back, he saw a group of dark-skinned insurgents who had come out of nowhere. Facing these militants, Sato quickly opened his arms and said in stiff English:
"I'm an employee of a cereal company, not..."

Before he could finish, gunshots rang out.

Zoten, who was shot in the chest, fell down, and a pool of blood appeared on his white T-shirt.

The sudden gunshots did not arouse people's vigilance. After all, hunting is very common here.

It was not until the militants arrived near the town that they attracted the attention of a resident, who immediately called the town security office.

"Armed men are approaching the town."

Soon, gunshots were heard at the edge of the town. Tian Deren, who led his three security guards to the town entrance, felt his scalp tingling when he saw the dark crowd. While setting up defenses at his command post, he shouted to the nearby residents.

"Quick, notify the director, sound the alarm, mobilize everyone..."

Soon, a shrill alarm sounded over the farm. Park Sun-hee, like everyone else, immediately took out an M1 rifle from the gun cabinet. As he skillfully put the ammunition carrier on his back, the woman looked at him nervously and asked:

"What, what's going on?"

"I don't know, but there was an alarm, so we must go out. Don't worry, nothing will happen...Hide in the basement quickly."

Park Soon-hee, who had served in the army, ran out of the house while comforting his wife. Outside the door were farm workers like him, most of them carrying M1 rifles. For those Korean workers, this kind of rifle was familiar to them. After all, they used this weapon when they served in the army.

"what happened?"

"The rebels, the rebels are coming..."

At this time, there was a lot of gunfire at the town entrance. At the town gate, Tian Deren, standing behind the wall, was holding a Type 50 assault rifle and continuously shooting at the rebels. Many workers had gathered there.

"Team one goes to the east wall, team two goes to the west wall..."

The town is more like a compound than a town. A 2-meter-high wall with barbed wire can block most external thefts. But now it is different from the past. This is an attack by armed personnel. When Park Shunxi came to the south wall and stood on the wooden board with his head exposed, he saw hundreds of armed men on the ranch approaching under the cover of machine guns. The heavy machine guns fiercely swept the brick wall, making holes in the wall...

Although the militants' firepower was fierce, he, who had once served in the air transport unit, was not panicked at all. He picked up his rifle, aimed at the enemy, and pulled the trigger.

The black people who were running towards them with their backs bent on the grass were like targets and were constantly knocked to the ground. Compared with the black people who were shooting without any rules, the counterattack of these workers who had military experience was basically a dimensionality reduction attack. With the crisp gunshots of the M1 rifles, the militants were constantly knocked down like chimpanzees entering a hunting ground.

"Captain Tian, ​​what's the situation?"

Wang Chengan, who came with an M1 carbine, asked loudly:

"Can you control it?"

"no problem……"

Just as he finished speaking, a whistling sound suddenly came from the air. Tian Deren, who had been on the battlefield before, changed his expression and immediately shouted:
"Mortar..."

The next moment, shells came down one after another. The violent explosions directly collapsed some houses. Some people who were standing behind the walls and shooting were even knocked to the ground by the shock wave.

"Bang, bang..."

A series of explosions rang out, causing everyone to fall to the ground with their ears buzzing.

On the open space under the wall, there was a man lying on the ground hit by shrapnel. He was crying and screaming. One could clearly see the white bones and broken muscles of his half-exposed thigh and the blood that kept flowing out.

There was a farm worker hiding beside him, and although he was holding a rifle in his arms, his pale face and trembling legs revealed his mood at the moment. It was normal for someone who had never been to the battlefield to have such a reaction...

"Damn, they have cannons..."

"It's a mortar..."

Just as they finished speaking, they heard another "chi" sound, the sound of a recoilless gun...

(End of this chapter)