Kirov, Translate

Dust flew. Kang De crossed the vast land of Senegal.

It was about 300 kilometers away.

Sometimes, in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he had no choice but to choose the even harder wilderness. Just like many days ago, he crossed a long distance from the hinterland of the Empire and arrived in Goethe.

However, compared to before, his mentality had changed again.

"Father… this place is simply worse than Myanmar."

The asphalt road was simply rare. Moreover, it was lacking maintenance and was filled with potholes. In many cases, the so-called highway was the kind of dirt road in the Chinese countryside. It was even very difficult to see cement roads.