I'm a warlord in Africa!

Chapter 63 I have consulted with Guandi Saint
Of course, in order to give face to the Gallic black chicken, this execution must not be made public.

Just spread the news in a small circle and let your soldiers understand what the so-called French are.

Otherwise, France might be pushed into a corner and make them surrender.

Cheng Mu now has no strength to challenge the whole of France.

However, Cheng Mu could also foresee that France would never launch a large-scale war against itself for the sake of a small Black Continent garrison general.

As for small-scale invasions, Cheng Mu could easily handle them.

Therefore, as long as things are not taken too far and do not cause public outrage in France, it will be fine.

Moreover, the reason why he had to kill Thomas was not only because he was worried that if he let Thomas go, he would take revenge on him and cause trouble for himself.

Another reason is that Cheng Mu wants to break the myth of the French in Black Africa and break their backbone bit by bit.

Even Cheng Mu had to admit that people in many places in Black Continent, including some people in Kundi State, had a feeling of fear and flattery towards the French.

It seems that no matter how bad the French are, they become the best when they arrive in Africa.

France has dominated Black Africa for decades, and there is nothing that can be done about it except to change it slowly.

And this General Thomas who came to the door was the beginning of everything.

There were nearly 30,000 soldiers and government officials, but at this moment they were all sitting quietly in a huge factory. No one made any unnecessary sound, and no one carried any unnecessary video equipment.

Such a situation, let alone in Africa, in many developed countries, organizing such an event would require local leaders to spend a lot of effort.

But for Cheng Mu, this is just a routine weekly meeting.

After a brief opening statement, Cheng Mu went straight to the point. He first roughly explained how the soldiers in the base bravely defeated the French sneak attack troops last night, and commended the relevant personnel.

There was immediate thunderous cheering from the audience.

Cheng Mu just pressed his palms, and the sound instantly subsided as if it had never appeared.

Looking at the pairs of adoring and passionate eyes below the stage, Cheng Mu said loudly: "We will not allow invaders to trample on our territory. Anyone who dares to set foot on our territory will be crushed to death by us!"

Then Cheng Mu looked at Wang Wen standing beside him, and after he nodded, the French prisoners, who were tied up, were pushed onto the stage one by one.

As the leader, General Thomas was naturally the last one to be brought up.

His performance was particularly conspicuous. At this moment, Thomas had realized that Cheng Mu had no intention of giving him a chance to survive, and he was struggling frantically.

Unfortunately, the rag stuffed in his mouth prevented him from making much sound.

Cheng Mu waved his hand, and the two soldiers let go of Thomas. The other French prisoners were knocked to their knees on the stage by the butts of their guns.

Cheng Mu walked forward and expressionlessly pulled out the rag that was stuffed in Thomas' mouth.

As soon as Thomas broke free, he didn't even care about his jaw that was about to be dislocated, and immediately shouted loudly: "Do you know what you are doing!"

"I'm French! How dare you kill me?"

Cheng Mu glanced at Thomas indifferently.

If you bring your soldiers with you when you say this, I will still respect you as a man.

Thomas continued to shout: "If I die here, France will bomb all of Ethiopia to the ground."

"No one dares to kill a French general in the Black Continent!"

As if he was emboldened by his own howling, Thomas' face flushed red and he even dared to look Cheng Mu in the eye.

Cheng Mu nodded, and Xiao Hei, who had been on guard at the side, immediately handed him a revolver with both hands.

Thomas looked at Cheng Mu holding the gun and instantly showed fear.

Cheng Mu walked leisurely to Thomas with a revolver in his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and asked, "French, are you awesome?"

Thomas didn't dare to speak for a moment. Cheng Mu continued, "Since you think the French have the supreme position in Heilongjiang, I will give you a chance to live."

Hearing this, Thomas' eyes lit up.

"I have asked the Holy Lord Guandi for instructions. If this fully loaded revolver in my hand jams nine hundred times in a row, I will admit that you French are awesome and let you go."

Thomas wanted to say something, but gunshots rang out at this moment.

The first shot shattered his left knee.

Second shot, right knee.

The third shot, left elbow.

Fourth shot, right elbow.

The fifth shot blew up his basket.

With the sixth shot, Thomas' brains splattered all over the floor.

Damn, you French are not good enough, I thought you were so awesome?

Cheng Mu returned the revolver with an empty magazine to Xiao Hei, then looked at the French soldiers behind him who were already incontinent and nodded.

In an instant, several gunshots were heard, and all the French soldiers on the stage had their heads blown off.

Ignoring the bloody smell that permeated the air, Cheng Mu turned to face his soldiers and said sternly, "Remember, my children."

"The future of Black Africa belongs to us, not some damn Frenchman!"

The cheers from the audience almost blew the roof off the warehouse.

Pulling over the once high-and-mighty enemy and shooting him is indeed a good way to shatter the myth.

Looking at the cheering soldiers below the stage, Cheng Mu chose to leave quietly at this time.

He is like a leader who does not seek fame or fortune, but only wants his country to be prosperous, and keeps his achievements and fame to himself.

That’s enough. After celebrating, I’ll go back to working like a slave for Master C.

The day after the celebration meeting ended.

Cheng Mu, who was sitting in the office, didn't expect that he would receive another call from the French, and this time the call was directly to his mobile phone.

After looking at the phone and thinking about it, Cheng Mu finally answered the call.

All the people have been killed, so it doesn’t matter whether he accepts it or not. The main thing is that he also wants to see the attitude of the French.

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to not expect Cheng Mu to answer the call. A middle-aged male voice with an inquiring tone came from the receiver.

"Cheng Mu?"

"Is something wrong?"

Cheng Mu heard the man over there take a deep breath, and then said in a cold tone: "Do you know what you have done? Do you know what consequences will come to you if you kill our people?"

Hearing this, Cheng Mu started to curse: "Fuck you, what did I do that I need you to remind me? You'd better retract your claws, Ethiopia is not a place for you to come!"

The other party was choked by Cheng Mu and was speechless, while Cheng Mu continued to curse into the phone:

"I'm telling you, I'm already giving you the greatest respect by not publicly executing those bastards online. Don't push your luck any further."

“Otherwise, no matter how many people you send, I will bury them forever in Ethiopia.”

After saying this, Cheng Mu slammed his phone on the table.

Damn it, I can’t keep this phone anymore because someone has found out my phone number.

(End of this chapter)