Germany entered West Africa quite late. In 1868, the woermann Chamber of Commerce in Hamburg began to establish a semicolon at the mouth of the Buri River. More and more Germans came to Cameroon. On July 14, 1884, Dr. Gustav-nachtigal, the German Consul General, signed a protection treaty with the King of Cameroon Douala and the vassal kings in other places in Cameroon, thus declaring Cameroon to become Germany's so-called "protection land", which is essentially a German overseas colony.

Due to the conservativeness of the old prime minister, the empire adopted a relatively loose control method over German West Africa. Even after William II came to power, the empire increased its investment and operation in German West Africa, but less than three years was not enough to change the desolate appearance of German West Africa.

As the capital of German West Africa, Cameroon is actually slightly larger than the local towns in Germany. The entire city is built along the harbor and the Buri River. There are not many tall buildings, but more are shanty houses of local indigenous people. Occasionally, there are several Gothic churches interspersed among them. Walking along the road to Cameroon City, you can see the desolate and dilapidated scenery. Only by entering the city center can you barely feel the atmosphere of modern industrial civilization.

After all, it was the German territory. There were many taverns in Cameroon, and most of them were full. Countless speculators, adventurers, large planters, colonial soldiers and sailors who had a short rest in the port of Cameroon were crowded in the dark tavern, leaving Wang Heidi and Redel almost unable to find a place to stay.

Russians are generous, like vodka and enjoy no alcohol. French people pay attention to petty bourgeoisie, so they are more willing to hide in country wineries to taste red wine, while Germans have a special liking for beer. Even if the calm and rational Germans smell the fragrance of hops, they will instantly evolve into top alcoholics and will stop drunk.

"Boss, do you have any clear beer?" Raidel asked in the bar.

In 1516 AD, William IV, the Principal of Bavaria, promulgated the "German Pure Beer Order", stipulating that German beer can only be made from three raw materials: barley, hops and water. Therefore, in the past four hundred years, German beer has become synonymous with so-called pure beer. German beer is roughly divided into white beer, clear beer and dark beer. Among them, clear beer is mainly popular in the North German region. Because of the use of secondary distillation, it is clear and transparent and light yellow. It is the bitterest beer in Germany.

Wang Heidi and Redell are both Nord Germans. They grew up drinking beer and their blood was filled with alcoholic genes, so they ordered two thorns of clear beer in one breath as soon as their butts were stuck on the seat.

"Of course there is, and it's a local product!" said the greasy tavern owner, clapping his chest.

Redel is a middle-aged man. He knew at a try that the so-called German local products that the tavern owner had promised were nothing more than Cameroonian local products. Redel thunder was furious and slapped, preparing to make a good argument with the tavern owner. At this time, a missionary ran in and panted:

"The Highland Tribes rebelled again. They brutally killed our local officials and Father Hilmodo, and destroyed our property unscrupulously!"

As the missionary said these words, the holy cross swayed around his chest.

"Oh God, the Fulani should be sent to the gallows!"

"We should punish these damn pagans and let them pay their blood debts!"

News of the rebellion of the Fulani tribe in the highlands in northern Cameroon spread rapidly, as if a stone was thrown into the slightest ripples of the stagnant water, and the emotions spread in the dark tavern. The drunkards raised their arms and shouted, clamoring for revenge and massacre. Speculators and adventurers were ready to shine, as if they had seen countless gold and treasures. The officers of the defense army were so gloomy that they grabbed their military caps and left in a hurry. The priest sat blankly in the corner, constantly gesturing crosses.

"Silem, don't worry, it's just a small tribe rebellion. This kind of thing must not be staged seven or eight times in a chaotic Africa." Raidel put down his wine glass and rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the tavern owner angrily: "Let the colonial defense forces and the police worry. That's the responsibility of the governor of West Africa. We just need to drink it well. But before drinking happily, I have to ask the tavern owner to apologize. Deceiving others is not what the Germans should do..."

"Redel, I think we should return to the dock as soon as possible." Wang Heidi was afraid of death. It was precisely because he was afraid of death that he had a keen sense of war and possible dangers. The otaku pulled Raedel back, threw a stack of imperial marks and left. "The officials of the Ministry of Colonial Affairs and the church priest died in the rebellion. This matter is far from being settled by simple punishment. The empire's power in West Africa is too weak. Look, the governor of West Africa will definitely seek help from the navy, and we are about to encounter the first war in our military career!"

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Wang Heidi guessed it right. When they hurried back to the dock, many experienced old sailors had returned to the combat post of the Friedrich-Carl. Lieutenant Colonel Feng Dida, the captain of the training ship and head coach of HNA training, was directing the sailors to take out the guns locked in the safe to repair and maintain. Many technicians were busy dismantling the small-caliber secondary guns from the training ship and loading them one by one on the steam boat that the governor of West Africa had just transferred.

"You are the first wave of students who came back..." Lieutenant Colonel Dida patted Wang Heidi and Redel on the shoulders, his blood-filled eyes full of unconcealed appreciation: "Mr. Governor asked us for help, and safeguarding the interests of the empire is the unshirkable responsibility of our German Navy, so I agree to send a Marine Corps of about one hundred people. Go, children, go pick a rifle and wait for the order to assemble."

Wang Heidi and Redell each picked a famous 1888 committee rifle, sat back to back in the shade under the lifeboat, and silently started the gun maintenance. After a while, Oden also came back. He seemed to have drunk a lot of wine, his steps were slightly slight, and he was carrying the committee rifle and leaning against the cabin.

Wipe the butter, clean the gun chamber, and check the parts. Wang Heidi's movements were stumbling, and an inexplicable emotion was surging in his heart. Wang Heidi couldn't help but think of the respectful teachings of Teacher Alfreci.

Lieutenant Alfreci, who was responsible for gun maintenance training, said more than once that guns are the life of soldiers. Unfortunately, at that time, Wang Heidi only had to complain about heavy training, hoping to meet noble people to save him from water and fire, and was worried about how to get away with the training and assessment. Only when things were about to come, did he realize that life was full of surprises. Cleverness could not really make him rest assured. Only hard strength was the guarantee of survival.

"Oden, are you afraid?" Although he had fantasized about the iron horses of the sword countless times, the otaku was timid again when the battle was put on him. He covered his panicked heart, hesitated for a moment, and turned his head to find confidence from Bernhard von Oden.

"Three points are nervous, three points are secretly happy, and four points are confused..." Oden pulled the bolt and stuffed Huang Chengcheng's bullet into the armed belt, saying honestly.

"Redel, where are you?"

"Why aren't you afraid?" Erich Redel snorted angrily and gave the same answer as the dock porter Blunt: "But someone has to go..."

What else did Wang Heidi want to ask, but Lieutenant Colonel Dida's dull and hoarse voice interrupted Wang Heidi.

"Assemble! Gunners, torpedoists and naval cadets gather at the dock, and the others are on standby!"

Oden jumped up, staggering, drunken and stupid, and rushed down the gangway with energy. Redell slowly adjusted his sailor suit, carried the committee rifle, and staggered off the ship. Wang Heidi walked at the end with her hands on her hips, feeling complicated:

"Is my first victory coming?"

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Germany's power in German West Africa is quite weak. Apart from a governor's guard with less than fifty people and a newly formed defense army with a German officer and non-commissioned officer, with a total force of no more than six hundred, there is only a police force composed of locals, which is not driven by them.

It is undoubtedly a fantasy for people to control the vast German West Africa, so the Germans focused on the rich Bonnie Bay coast and the Buri River area. For the Funierans, the fierce highland tribe in the north and the unruly nomadic tribe in the east, the Mbumus mainly used methods such as wining over and differentiating to control this area by supporting agents.

The Funilans' rebellion has been around for a long time. The highland tribes' personalities are like the rugged plateau landforms in northern German West Africa, desolate and fierce. They never succumbed to a certain nation for a long time. The newly appointed governor of West Africa is really tired of the rebellion of the Funilans. In addition, the rebellion was caused by casualties from officials of the Ministry of Colonial Affairs and church priests, so the governor of West Africa wanted to use thunder to eliminate future troubles once and for all.

The Governor of West Africa did not have many cards in his hand, but fortunately he had the help of the navy. Before the regular Marines appeared, the sailors on the ship had always had multiple jobs. Proficient in manipulating warships was a basic quality. Being able to disembark and become a Marine Corps was also essential to play with rifles and cannons.

So the troop of officers composed of 300 self-defense troops led by German Army officers, 60 Marines composed of German Navy sailors, and forty-two in their prime naval cadets gathered on the dock in the port of Cameroon.

The governor of West Africa, who was in his fifties, set up a platform at the dock and gave a passionate speech. He raised the value of this low-intensity punishment war to the level of maintaining the authority of the German Empire, defending the glory of the emperors, and benefiting the descendants of Germany. Finally, he gave a reward fee that was enough to make the Jews crazy. After the speech, a group of young people were infuriated and wished they could appear on the battlefield immediately.

After the pre-war mobilization meeting, this mixed army, navy, cadets and indigenous people, including new Mauser rifles and old-style committees. The single-player miscellaneous armies were quickly launched. They would take four steamboats to go upstream along the Buri River in four steamboats, land at the mouth of the Yola Valley, join several tribal forces loyal to Germany in the north, walk more than 20 kilometers along the foothills, go deep into the mountains to find the main force of the rebels and give a devastating blow.

"Ltd Colonel Muller, they are the future of the navy. I will hand over these young people who are less than eighteen years old to you. You have to bring a lot of them back." Lieutenant Colonel Dida stood on the bridge of the training ship, pointing to the naval cadet formation on the dock and said uneasy.

Lieutenant Colonel Muller's blue eyes flashed with a hint of pride, and he whispered: "Don't worry, Lieutenant Colonel, forty-two naval cadets, the Governor promised rewards and the glory of Germany..."

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Chapter completed!