This evening, a new and exciting set of rules : Congo ! (Sorry for my bad english writing....)
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The jungle rustled with a thousand noises.
The multicolored birds flew away, squealing in the clear sky of that beautiful morning.
A sound of broken branches: a brown lightning all claws out... the
hunting of the King of the forest. The scrub closes behind the lion's passage.
In the distance, a barrage is heard, the elephants will drink to the Congo River flowing nearby.
"Présentez Aaaaarmes !" A dry snap, the sound of a bugle, a military music - "Le lever du drapeau" - breaks out in the quietness of the early morning.
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Traveling forward ... A camp! An almost military camp! A flag flapping in the wind!
A few tents, a campfire, crates and above all soldiers standing at attention who stand still, eyes fixed on the three colors: blue, white, red, which rise slowly on the mat overlooking the lush surrounding vegetation.
A few natives, wide-eyed, respectfully watch the officer of the French colonial troops presiding over the ceremony.
"Rompez !"
We are in 1881, in full territory of the Belgian Congo, not far from the river of the same name. The column Tristan Saint Juste - named after the explorer commissioned by the famous Société Géographique Française - has just woken up. Tristan Saint Juste is no longer in place, he is constantly nagging at the porters, the officer, and the few French soldiers who are packing up. He is in a hurry ... and for good reason!
After a long expedition, more than 120 days of walks in green hell, he discovered the ruins of an ancient city, not far from Lake Tanganyika.
And above all, hidden in a grave, a gold cap, set with precious stones! A real treasure ... archaeological, of course (!). A treasure to be brought back to France and sheltered in a museum.But our famous explorer is not quiet. In this jungle, almost unexplored, rumors are going well. In addition to the tribes that seemed to protect these ruins, Zanzibar bandits are on their tracks.
Suddenly, a cry is heard: "Bwana, they are here!" From all sides, pathogly armed silhouettes slip into the thickets not far from the tents. The camp seems to be encircled ... "We must flee!" Tristan seizes the gold cap, stuffs it into his knapsack, and gives orders quickly: "Soldiers, with me, the auxiliaries and the natives, this way... gentlemen, follow me." Grabbing their weapons, all the men dash in the directions indicated by Saint Just.
It was time, from the south, groups of indigenous tribes rushed to the camp.
A lively exchange of gunfire and muskets disturbs the equanimity of this wild land, sometimes punctuated by rales and warlike howls. Tristan, surrounded by soldiers rushes north while part of his troops bravely face the grimacing masks of the warrior tribes who rush over them.
Unfortunately, it is too late and the men of the expedition are too few to hope to pass. But no matter, they will sell their lives dearly. While the black warriors looted the tents before setting them on fire, treacherous Zanzibarians, helped by Ruga-Rugas, slaughtered Tristan's soldiers one by one. He will be the last to fall, his hands clasped on this fabulous gold cap, as if he wanted to keep it forever.
Other explorers, less foolhardy but luckier, will certainly find this relic of the past in the markets of Zanzibar, but they will have to pay ... at a golden price!
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This was an excellent evening, very good set of rules, very funny and very easy to play... Thanks to all players !
Jacques