I Built a Red Alert Base in Africa

Ye Bei leaned against the rock wall of the mine, rubbing the brass mining lamp left by his parents with his fingertips. The smell of rust mixed with dust entered his nose. Three days ago, when he received the death certificate and gold mine property rights documents from the government troops, the perfunctoriness in those people's eyes was like a needle. The intimidation marks of the "Blood Lions" were carved all over the mine fence, and his parents' off-road vehicle was burned into a blackened skeleton. The government troops only dared to hand over the documents in a hurry during the day, leaving him alone to face the land swallowed by violence. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.