Five tents were set up, four were used to accommodate people, surrounding the tent in the middle for storing equipment.

The car must be locked well, and the things must be more strict. Otherwise, don’t look at the slutty and friendly people who are smiling and friendly, you can steal your things in a blink of an eye and not even a screw left.

To be precise, there is no concept of stealing in their minds. How can black people be called "stealing"? It should be called taking!

If you give them too many good looks!

These black people will be confident to ask you Chinese to get out and then openly take away things that do not belong to them.

These people are born thieves and robbers, fearing power but not being virtuous, and authentic barbarians!

Anyone who gives them face will be slapped in the face.

Why did those old European capitalist countries allow their former colonies to be independent? They even secretly contribute to the fire? On the one hand, they have plundered a considerable amount of local resources. On the other hand, the local indigenous people are too difficult to discipline. The corresponding management costs offset a lot of profits. It is better to let them go and die. Maybe they can take advantage of the chaos and earn some fragmented benefits, which is considered as the best use of the goods.

However, after this, the African people gained the democracy and freedom they had always dreamed of, and then fell into war and famine. The most obvious example is South Africa, which they deserved.

I didn't see that China could even export guns and ammunition to Africa and clean up the inventory, and I felt completely at ease.

Yes, those black uncles need to defend their country and homes.

To be honest, their life is worse than being colonized now!

"Xiao Huang, Xiao Chen, please be careful and don't let those people take it away."

Luan Zhengw, who often deals with indigenous tribes, knows this well and makes the two of them feel more concerned.

"Luan Zhengwei, Xiao Chen and I will pay more attention."

The driver Xiao Huang was carrying a 95-style hood and holding a roll of bedding in his hand. He was about to put his bedding into the tent in the middle with Xiao Chen. The two of them were responsible for the supervision and would not leave anyone for 24 hours.

If the dirt-blacks wanted to steal things from under their noses, they had to ask whether the guns in their hands agreed or not.

The native blacks burned the poisonous snakes and insects here with a fire. Even if they lie on the ground, they don’t have to worry about being bitten by accident.

In weather like this, a elastic inflatable cushion and a bamboo mat or straw mat are not needed, and it is enough to sleep comfortably.

Learning from the lessons learned from the Papagana tribe last time, Luan Zhengwei and others carried sufficient guns and ammunition this time.

Not only does everyone have a Type 95, but they also carry a sniper rifle of the same caliber, plus infrared imaging assistance.

If there is another night attack, they will not be polite this time.

After Li Bai and others had just completed the camping work, the leaders of the tribes sent people to invite the Chinese to participate in the discussion of rain prayers.

The negotiation site was in the largest shed on the hill. I don’t know where the scaffolding steel pipes and fixtures were also covered with large tarp. They were not only tall, but also much stronger than those simple sheds tied with rattan and trees.

This tall shed also has wooden boards to cover the ground, and is covered with a thick layer of straw mat, so you can sit and lie down at will. Compared with the surrounding sheds, it shows a little bit of class, at least it doesn't look so foolish.

Those invited were Luan Zhengwei and Li Bai, as well as the head of the medical team, Li Feng and the translator. The first three were corresponding to the leaders, wizards and elders in the indigenous tribes.

As for translation, it is still translation, and there is no suspense.

When the Chinese arrived, all kinds of flying insects flying in the scaffolding steel pipe shed scattered without warning, and the buzzing sound suddenly became clear.

People from the indigenous tribes noticed this strange situation and everyone stood up.

"Welcome, Chinese!"

"Welcome, Chinese!"

“…”

There were at least seven repeaters on site. The leaders of these small tribes were at the level of village chiefs and had never seen much of the world.

The leaders of the eight tribes greeted Political Commissar Luan, Li Bai and others, and gave them the middle position in the shed.

Strength determines status. The Chinese peacekeeping troops are strong, with guns, cannons and chariots. They are not short of money. They can replenish their men at any time and send out an infantry company to easily destroy eight of their tribes.

Such powerful beings were arranged in an inconspicuous corner. I am afraid that these eight tribes would be forced to panic, afraid of being neglected, and their backhands were like slapping them all to death.

As for the many restrictions of peacekeeping forces, they are not really able to do whatever they want.

Many of these turtle and black barbarians read little, and many of them didn't know that when they saw so many people and guns in the barracks, all of them were well-trained and had chariots, they were so furious that the weapons and equipment of the Somali government forces may not be as good as that of this peacekeeping force.

If the Chinese peacekeeping troops had not easily dispelled more than 300 militants without spending a single shot and an ammunition, these indigenous tribes would not have been so respectful.

The leader of the Tachila tribe who was closest to Luan Zhengwei and others said, "Luan! I have to wait a while, there are still two tribes on the way!"

It is actually easy to distinguish between senior and lower-level people in indigenous tribes.

It's basically true that you're dressed nicely or dressed neatly and look clean.

If you still hold a delicate cane in your hand, you are either a tribe leader, a wizard, or a tribe elder with a high status.

As for those who are covered in dust, dressed in disheveled clothes, and smirk at any time, they are basically the lowest tribe civilians.

The leader of the Tachila tribe was wearing a clean white robe and a golden cane at the top.

The Taqila tribe has the largest population among the eight tribes and has relatively the best economic conditions, so it is also closest to the representatives of the Chinese peacekeeping troops and others.

The translation led by Luan Zhengwei and others quickly converted the sentence of the leader of the Tachila tribe into Chinese.

"There are two more tribes? Haven't they arrived?"

Luan Zhengwei looked inside the scaffolding steel pipe shed.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and myself, a total of nine groups of people, and several tribes that had been agreed in advance had arrived.

The leader of the Tachila tribe rubbed his cane and said, "The Tagoma tribe and the Hosenmas tribe also want to join us. They have been hesitating before, but we have not included them, but now we have made up our minds. They have set off since yesterday and will probably arrive soon."

Each tribe will send its own wizards to join the rain prayer ceremony. In the eyes of the leaders of these indigenous tribes, regardless of their magic power, the number of wizards is naturally better. I wish I could gather wizards from all tribes of Somalia to pray for the arrival of rain, so that I could truly foolproof.

If this drought continues, a larger-scale locust plague will erupt continuously, not far from the war everywhere.

"There is still a lot of time, let's continue to wait!"

The process of waiting for the arrival of the two new tribes was boring, with neither tea nor snacks, and everyone just sat there.

The scaffolding steel pipe shed was shouting and singing outside, singing and dancing, which was very lively, but there was silent inside.

People with status will not make noises casually, no matter where they are.

The upper class figures of these small tribes are very calm. This is probably a way to express majesty. Perhaps only those who are not very scheming will scream casually.

"Zhengwei, Team Li, can you drink tea?"

Li Bai's voice broke the silence.

"Oh! Drink!"

"Give me a drink."

Luan Zhengwei and Li Feng responded in a conditioned manner.

On such a hot day, the climate is very dry. Even after sitting in the cool sun that cannot be sunny for a while, the throat has started to dry out at this moment, but it is not yet time to turn on bottled water.

"Pu'er raw tea, Kuding, Tieguanyin, and Xiaozhong black tea, all of them!"

Li Bai waved his hand in front of him.

Several tea pots and a dozen tea bowls surrounded a small red mud stove and appeared on the straw mat in vain.

The mat made of straw is very rough. If the skin is a little tender, it may be cut.

"Huh? Where did you hide just now?!"

Li Feng looked up and down curiously, wearing refreshing trousers and short sleeves, empty hands, and didn't know where to find these things.

"This is a spell!"

He unscrewed the two bottles of mineral water and poured them all into the purple clay teapot. Li Bai bounced his fingers lightly, and a small flame fell into the mud stove, igniting the solid alcohol that was pre-stored in it.

The light blue flame immediately rose, wrapping the quaint purple clay teapot.

"What spell?! It's obviously magic! Don't be honest, give me Tieguanyin, I'm used to drinking this."

Li Feng once heard Li Bai claiming to be able to do magic, but how could he believe his evil at this moment?

As for the interest in digging into the bottom line, there is definitely no one.

There are so many magic tricks in the world, including houses and planes. The entire teapot, tea bowl, stove and other things can only be considered pediatrics. If you have to dig into the bottom line, then you can't live a life?

"The weather is hot, and it is appropriate to drink bitter Ding. It is cool and removes the heat. If your stomach is not good, choose black tea!"

Not only Li Feng was not interested, but even Luan Zhengwei was a spell, magic, or witchcraft. As long as the tea produced can be drunk, why bother so much else?

The leaders, wizards and elders of the other eight tribes looked at each other and were a little shocked.

In their cognition, there is only witchcraft but no magic. It is simply a means of witchcraft that is transformed into something in vain.

Looking at the hot purple sand kettle on the small red mud stove, they were all stunned.
Chapter completed!