Everyone longs for happiness, and nobody should be born lowly.
I had an old buddy who always said, "Boss, you must be able to do something here!"
Then I thought, why don't I do something meaningful?"
As Joe Ga spoke, he paused, then looked down at the silent crowd and said with a smile, "Do you know why the outside world always looks down on us?
Because we are always waiting for someone else to save us!
Almost all of you can shoot, but you can't make people respect you.
I'm different, I believe in a sense of honor, I believe as long as I always pursue honor, others will always respect me!
Folks, Central Africa has never been a paradise, you should know that better than I do.
Today the enemy wants the Princess, and we gave her up, so what if tomorrow they want you, or you, or your life, are we supposed to give that up too?"
Joe Ga looked at the crowd, which began to shake their heads, then he clenched his fists and shouted, "Our enemy does not just want the Princess, they want to destroy the sense of belief we've just started to build.
Every bit of fear we have now will inject energy into our enemies, making them even more vicious.
Every bit of compromise we have now will become a heavy weight, sinking the ship of Central Africa into the depths of hell.
I hope everyone here does not face war, but there are those who won't allow it!
I hope everyone can say goodbye to hunger, but there are those who won't allow it!
I want everyone to live with dignity, I hope that when we do the right thing, no one will come pointing fingers.
But there are those who won't allow it!
You tell me, what should we do?"
Joe Ga stepped back, spread his arms, and looked at the noisy crowd, where all sorts of shouting could be heard, until a black youth jumped up and yelled loudly, "We fight!"
When the black youth saw Joe Ga pointing at him and nodding with a smile, he got a surge of excitement and shouted at the top of his lungs, "We fight!"
Blacks have a unique sense of rhythm, and they quickly found the same frequency...
The roar of nearly ten thousand people merged into one phrase...
Joe Ga stepped forward, leaned into the microphone, and shouted loudly with a raised fist, "What should we do when someone wants to hurt us?"
"What should we do when someone wants to strip us of our right to pursue happiness?"
"What should we do when someone wants to trample on our dignity, forcing us to do things we don't want to do?"
Joe Ga spread a big smile, clapped his hands, and shouted, "I'm thrilled to see your ambition, tell me, how should you fight?"
Joe Ga's sudden question threw the scene into disarray, but he didn't need their answer; he shouted, "You should continue the work in your hands, you should strive to create happiness, you should live with dignity!
Because you've never fucking won before!"
As he spoke, Joe Ga looked at the stunned crowd and shouted, "I promised to protect your safety!
Fighting is P·B's responsibility, and letting you onto the battlefield before we all die is P·B's dereliction of duty.
The people of P·B are lions, we are responsible for the safety of our territory!
Before we all fall, your struggle with life will never end!
Tell me, do you trust me?"
Not just the easily excited black brothers, even Sanderson and the other foreigners were ecstatic.
A bunch of guys with little sense of belonging to Central Africa themselves, suddenly stepped forward and shouted with all their might, "Strike hard~"
As a side note, the author has been feeling emotionally drained lately because there's so much to deliberate in the plot, 'united front' is hard to write, too deep won't do and too shallow won't do either, fear of stepping over the line and failing, resulting in a general malaise.
Under such conditions, ten thousand words a day is already my limit, and there might be some unsatisfactory parts for which I ask for your leniency.
Brazenly asking for votes!