Revolution in the Jungle (eBook)
94 Seiten
Pieter Haasbroek (Verlag)
978-1-7764914-2-1 (ISBN)
In the heart of the Congo, the drums of war beat a deadly rhythm.
A brutal revolution is brewing.
For the few settlers caught in its path, every sunrise could be their last.
The Belgian Congo is a powder keg, and a sinister foreign power has just lit the fuse. Amidst the chaos of fire and blood, a lone hero emerges from the shadows, the Jungle Hawk, a white man raised by the wilderness, as brave and deadly as the land itself.
He is on a desperate mission to find a lost film crew, including the one woman who ever captured his heart, Lena Landman. But they are not just lost, they are being hunted by bloodthirsty warriors. Failure means more than just losing Lena. It means the entire Congo will be swallowed by a wave of unimaginable brutality, orchestrated by a mastermind hiding in plain sight.
This is a breathtaking thrill ride packed with non-stop action, brutal battles, and heart pounding suspense. Perfect for fans of classic pulp adventures and the high stakes thrillers of Alistair MacLean and Wilbur Smith.
Fans of pulp, action, and mystery will love this explosive installment in the Jungle Hawk saga. Start your adventure and dive into the Revolution in the Jungle today!
In the heart of the Congo, the drums of war beat a deadly rhythm.A brutal revolution is brewing.For the few settlers caught in its path, every sunrise could be their last.The Belgian Congo is a powder keg, and a sinister foreign power has just lit the fuse. Amidst the chaos of fire and blood, a lone hero emerges from the shadows, the Jungle Hawk, a white man raised by the wilderness, as brave and deadly as the land itself.He is on a desperate mission to find a lost film crew, including the one woman who ever captured his heart, Lena Landman. But they are not just lost, they are being hunted by bloodthirsty warriors. Failure means more than just losing Lena. It means the entire Congo will be swallowed by a wave of unimaginable brutality, orchestrated by a mastermind hiding in plain sight.This is a breathtaking thrill ride packed with non-stop action, brutal battles, and heart pounding suspense. Perfect for fans of classic pulp adventures and the high stakes thrillers of Alistair MacLean and Wilbur Smith.Fans of pulp, action, and mystery will love this explosive installment in the Jungle Hawk saga. Start your adventure and dive into the Revolution in the Jungle today!
6. REVOLUTION IN THE JUNGLE
Chapter 1
HERE EVIL IS BREWING
“Here nasty things are brewing. Here death can strike tonight or tomorrow, in a week or maybe even within an hour. No white person is safe here anymore. We will have to fight or move. These are the only two alternatives.” The broad-shouldered, middle-aged Greek slams his fist on the battered counter in front of him. His dark eyes glow in those of the Jungle Hawk, who is looking at him inquisitively.
Poponoulis, the Greek, points to the inside of his spacious shop, in the heart of the tropical jungle. “For fifteen years we have toiled here, me, my wife and my three sons. Here we have worked, here we have anchored and here our earthly means have increased with the coming and going of the years. Now…” He shrugs his shoulders, while his eyes wander towards the door, along the two-track road, to where he sees about five natives coming closer.
“Now I don’t know anymore. Nobody knows anymore. The feeling of security is gone. It simply does not exist anymore. Who can blame us? The whole of Africa is a pressure cooker, a festering sore, a powder keg. The whole world is seemingly against us few whites here. The East hates and despises us, sees us as a stumbling block in their path, and the West wants to surpass the East in its own game.”
The Greek wipes the sweat from his sunburnt forehead. “Bring us something cold,” he orders one of his two sons, who are just standing and listening wordlessly to their father. However, their eyes are admiringly focused on the strong figure of the half-naked Jungle Hawk.
The Jungle Man suddenly feels deeply sorry for the Greek in front of him. Poponoulis was a great friend of his deceased missionary parents. Poponoulis, the big-hearted one, the man of integrity, the man who came to the Belgian Congo almost penniless and made an honest, small fortune for himself here.
Meanwhile, the five natives had reached the shop. Under the awning they stop still, while sly eyes wander inside. Then they fall into a whispered conversation.
The Jungle Hawk’s eyes narrow slightly as he sees the point of a machete sticking out of a bag carried by one of the natives. A quick assessment with his eyes assures him that the others are similarly armed.
He looks at Poponoulis and notices the significant expression on his face. The Greek leans slightly forward. “Did you see the machete?”
The Hawk nods. “But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”
“Exactly right,” continues Poponoulis. “But who can say when the day will come that they will indeed use it and suddenly use it?”
He takes the cold drinks from his son and hands a glass to the Hawk. “But we are ready for them, my friend. Here by my hand is a double-barrelled shotgun and in my pants pocket is a German Luger. My sons and my wife are also constantly armed. If there are natives in the shop, one of us is always watching them, especially for the last month or so. They won’t easily catch us unprepared, at least.”
He suddenly turns to his son. “What time is it now? Shouldn’t your mother and Alexander have been back already?” He indicates to the Hawk that they left in the truck to go and get fresh supplies for the shop.
“Impossible, Father,” his son replies after first checking his watch. “They should still be at least an hour and a half away.”
“By the way, haven’t a group of South Africans passed through here recently? About a week or two ago? I’m actually on their trail...”
“South Africans? Oh yes, of course. Instead of telling you about them long ago, but this brewing evil has completely taken over me as well. It keeps me awake long into the night.” Poponoulis laughs apologetically and continues. “Yes, there were about six of them, together with a group of natives. They apparently want to make a film or something about jungle life…”
“Did they perhaps mention where they were heading?”
Poponoulis thinks for a moment, his attention divided between the natives in front of the shop, his wife and son somewhere on the road through the jungle, and the Jungle Hawk’s question.
“Let me see now... oh yes, they spoke of the Mountains of the Moon.”
“We warned them about the dangers of the jungle and the natives, but they just laughed,” says one of Poponoulis’ sons in between.
“I see.” The Hawk stares thoughtfully ahead of him. “How long ago was that?”
“About ten days ago. They bought supplies here and drove on the same day. They had a truck and three Land Rovers with them.”
“Ten days! Then they could be very far by now…” The Hawk sighs slightly dejectedly. He would like to get in touch with his compatriots. Maybe he could find one among them who knows Lena Landman or her father. He thinks back to those days, several years ago, when he rescued Lena, her father and two other South Africans from the clutches of the fanatical Basan, in the Valley of Sheba. After that, she was nearly sacrificed to a barbaric Octopus god by the dreaded Octopus. (read Gold City of Sheba and The Octopus). Fortunately, he was able to save her in time then too... Lena Landman, the girl for whom he had developed a special affection at the time, but whom he had never seen again since those days.
Poponoulis, full of his own worries, brings the conversation back to the topic he had originally raised.
“And what do you think of the conditions here in the Congo, Deon?” he asks the Jungle Hawk.
The Hawk takes his bamboo bow from his back and lays it down next to him on the counter. He combs his lush hair back with his fingers and then says. “The time is ripe for an eruption. There are agitators and instigators from overseas everywhere. They are stirring up unrest and only talking about bloodshed. The cries of freedom and Africa for the Africans, have a sweet allure for them…”
“And it seems to me that the colonial powers are playing right into their hands,” whispers Poponoulis, his eyes now again on the natives who still have not made any attempt to come inside.
Suddenly his eyes narrow. One of the natives is waving a white cloth above his head.
“Something underhanded is definitely going on out there,” says Poponoulis softly. “I think the trouble has just come. And my wife and one son should now be on their way back with the supplies they went to fetch…” He is suddenly very worried.
At that moment, the five natives decide to walk into the shop. They look suspiciously at the Hawk as they walk in.
Seemingly casually, but inwardly ready to act at any moment, the Hawk leans forward on the counter. Poponoulis asks in Ki-Swahili what the natives want. The black Congolese each stand a few steps away from the other. One turns around and suddenly walks back outside.
Near Poponoulis, his two sons are busy behind the counter. Outside, a swarm of birds are making a racket. A bunch of pesky flies swirl around the Jungle Hawk.
The Jungle Man lightly plays with the string of his bow, his ears now sharply pricked. Trouble is brewing here, he feels it intuitively. There must be more natives nearby, because these five are just spies.
He suddenly turns around and looks the nearest native straight in the eye. Hastily, the native looks away. Under his arm he holds a rather long object, wrapped in a piece of sack.
The Hawk starts to move towards the door, his bamboo bow back behind his back. In front of him is a muscular native, who is tall and solidly built. His black eyes rest challenging on the white man in front of him. His feet are planted wide and a half smile plays on his face. He has the piece of sack by one end.
One of Poponoulis’s sons ducks behind the counter. The broad-shouldered Greek lets his hand disappear into his pants pocket, where he touches the cold handle of his Luger.
Then things happen very quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, the Hawk sees a group of natives coming into view through the window, from the jungle direction. The natives are all covered in war paint. In front of him, the native suddenly acts too. The sack is raised and swung in a chopping motion towards the Hawk. Behind the Hawk, Poponoulis calls out a warning.
But it was superfluous. Faster than the eye can almost see, the Jungle Hawk acts. He dodges the murderous blow of the razor-sharp machete in the sack, trips the native over and charges at a second one, who is preparing to attack one of Poponoulis’ sons. The big Luger of Poponoulis barks deafeningly in the confined space of the shop and one native collapses with a sigh, a round hole through his head.
Total chaos reigns afterwards. Machetes move with murderous chopping motions through the air. A stand with bicycles, leather goods and other wares crashes down with a clatter. The Hawk wrestles with another native. Several pistol shots thunder in the shop and two more natives sag to the ground in their tracks.
Outside, a barbaric war cry rises up. Black bodies are moving everywhere now. Like ants they come closer, bloodthirsty, with swinging spears, machetes and guns.
Then the Hawk throws his opponent backwards. Immediately he grabs him by his feet and hurls him out through the shop door. Suddenly there is no more enemy in the shop, but outside the world is trembling with blood-curdling screams.
“Quick! The plates in front of the windows! Get the guns and close the door. Open with the shooting holes,” bellows the deep voice of Poponoulis. His sons dart around like wild hares to carry out their father’s orders as quickly as possible.
Then a dark mass of natives is in front of the door. Pistols and rifles crack and bare black...
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 22.9.2025 |
|---|---|
| Reihe/Serie | Jungle Hawk |
| Illustrationen | Andreas du Plessis |
| Mitarbeit |
Zusammenstellung: Andreas du Plessis |
| Übersetzer | Andreas du Plessis |
| Sprache | englisch |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction |
| Schlagworte | Action and suspense • africa forest • eBooks • English Adventure • Hawk • Jungle • jungle hawk • jungle hero series • lost city in Africa • Pulp Fiction Thriller • revolution in the jungle • series • Stories • tarzan-type survival |
| ISBN-10 | 1-7764914-2-4 / 1776491424 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-1-7764914-2-1 / 9781776491421 |
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