"Maybe! But there is nothing wrong with being careful. Set up a double whistle tonight, Xiao Huang and Xiao Chen, you will discuss it yourself in the middle of the night, and the others will come out to see two more, and watch together."

Luan Zhengwei felt that Alisa's hint should not be that simple, and she involuntarily raised her vigilance.

Li Bai said while gnawing on the grilled fish: "I'll be responsible for the second half of the night!"

The young and strong man had no problem not sleeping for two or three days. If he were himself, he could still hold on to his eyes if he didn't meet his eyes for ten days and ten nights.

"No, you have a good rest and prepare for tomorrow's rain prayers! I'll come in the second half of the night, and I can't sleep anyway."

Luan Zhengwei felt that even if he didn't watch the night, he might not be able to sleep well.

Say the other end.

Alisa returned to her own people.

Someone saw her walking back expressionlessly and asked, "Where are those Chinese people coming from? Are they really from the peacekeeping force?"

"It's from the peacekeeping force, and it's a Type 95."

Alisa sat back to her original position, picked up the unfinished military rations and continued to chew on it.

Although Luan Zhengwei, Li Bai and others did not introduce themselves to her, the things around them revealed too much information.

Within a radius of 100 kilometers, the only Chinese people who can possess the Type 95 automatic rifle is that Chinese peacekeeping force.

If you are an ordinary person, under normal circumstances, Chinese people will not carry guns with you, especially when participating in activities of local tribes. Even if you carry guns, they are often burly bodyguards with extremely intimidating appearance, and rarely have Type 95.

The active automatic rifle in China is too easy to indicate its official identity. It is obvious that it is undoubtedly telling others that they are eating the Chinese government’s official meal.

If we can do this, the identity of the Chinese peacekeeping force will be undoubtedly.

"They attended the rain prayer ceremony of the local natives. Is there really a wizard?"

Professor Lance had heard of some introductions to rain prayer activities by those tribes and was incredible.

It is normal for the Russian army to have Orthodox priests. People all over the world know that Damao's combat priests can consecrate and bless AKs, fighter planes, submarines, etc.

But isn’t this a ghost in the Chinese army?

Has all the work in the intelligence community been wasted in recent decades?

"Sorry, I didn't see which one is a wizard."

Alisa said that she had tried her best. The Chinese were so cunning that she could not find out so well that she could not find the wizards who participated in the rain prayer ceremony.

"Forget it, our target is not them."

Professor Lance shook his head. He had finished his food and had a cup of coffee in his hand.

The conditions are limited, so you can only drink bags of three-in-one instant coffee.

"But I reminded them to be careful!"

Alisa told the things she warned the Chinese.

“Have you disclosed more information?”

Professor Lance did not want to accuse Alisa of making her own decisions.

I believe she must have her own intention when she does this.

"No, there are only these, that's all. If they meet them, they will definitely come to us."

Alisa expressed her foreshadowing.

That is a dangerous factor, and it is actually the same for the native blacks and Chinese.

"It's good! You're doing well, Alyssa."

Professor Lance nodded.

Although some clues were revealed, it brought the Chinese to their own side, or it could provide some additional help.

"I hope it will work!"

Alisa also had the idea of ​​making a shot first if there were dates or not.

The hot pot that had been washed for two hours was added three times in the middle. There was still a lot of charcoal left after the earthen men burned the wasteland. It seemed that they could cook the hot pot several times after they were put away.

Eleven people emptied one insulated box, and there were two insulated boxes like this that stored ice packs, which could ensure a sub-zero low temperature of four days and four nights, and there was no need to worry about the spoilage and spoilage of the meat and frozen food stored.

Thanks to the RV and tow truck full of supplies, at least now, only a little of them is used, and the rest is enough to easily maintain a very comfortable African life.

In the end, the remaining hot pot base soup was not poured out. It was intercepted by the black people nearby and picked it up in a pot and basin. It was probably used as a sauce to worship their tribe leaders, wizards and elders.

Luan Zhengwei and others felt embarrassed when they thought of the leftovers they had eaten, and they were finally licked clean by the big figures of the indigenous tribes as delicious delicacies.

But those damn men don’t care. You don’t want them anymore. Don’t you let me continue to taste them?

The red oil soup base with a variety of vegetables, beef, mutton, meatballs, vermicelli and lunch meat has indeed absorbed the fresh fragrance of various foods and the taste has become higher. No wonder the leaders of the indigenous tribes, the wizards and elders used Wuqima black barbecue and dough cakes to add a late-night snack to themselves.

After dinner, the hill gradually became quiet, and occasionally you could hear the shy and violent voices of the dirt and black people.

The creation of people who are all over the sky and the earth have no idea of ​​family planning. They have as many children as they can, completely ignoring whether they can support and support education after birth.

This also leads to the high rate of premature death and illiteracy among children.

In the second half of the night, a scream suddenly sounded at the foot of the mountain, followed by a ping-pong gunfire. The 7.62mm caliber AK-47 fired very loudly, and the sound of bullets roaring, which was particularly loud in the quiet night.

The gunshots were silenced again after more than a dozen times.

Although I no longer heard screams and gunshots, the entire hill was boiling.

The indigenous tribe warriors at the foot of the mountain would never shoot randomly for no reason, and even the scream was a bit unusual.

"What's going on?"

Li Bai rubbed his sleepy eyes and drilled out of the tent, only to see more and more torches lit around him.

The bonfire, which was gradually weakening, also added firewood, and became prosperous again. The firelight everywhere reflected a bright light at the top of the hill.

There are still few flashlights for native black people, only two or three kittens are swaying aimlessly. In addition, there are only the faint lights of mobile phones, and the range that can be illuminated is quite limited.

The Chinese have several outdoor camping lamp poles carried by Li Bai. The brightness was raised as soon as possible, and the radius within a radius of fifty or sixty meters was as bright as daytime.

I was sleeping soundly, but I was woken up, which was quite unpleasant.

"Someone fired at the foot of the mountain, get up, don't sleep, hurry up."

Luan Zhengwei, who insisted on vigilance, held the 95 automatic rifle, looked around vigilantly, ready to fight at any time.

He was not worried about what was going on at the foot of the mountain, but was afraid that the black people nearby would be confused and try to attack their location.

Sometimes, in the chaos, one's own people run around like headless flies, which is often more terrifying than the enemy's impact.

Others got out of the tent, each with a 95-style.

The weapons carried this time can ensure that everyone is still armed.

The Chinese peacekeeping forces stationed in the outskirts of Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia, are most lacking in weapons and ammunition.

Even Li Feng, the head of the medical team, held the Type 95 automatic rifle in a decent manner, pointed the muzzle at the ground, and even brought Li Bai one more.

However, Li Bai thought about it and picked up his big sword.

The Chinese remained calm, but there was a mess around, and the dams were screaming, not knowing what they were clamoring.

The foot of the mountain was still noisy, but the gunshots never sounded again.

"Kobayashi, go and inquire."

Luan Zhengwei asked the translator to touch the situation and could not be so confused anymore.

Lin Huan, the translator of the army, was not only proficient in Somali, Arabic and Italian, but also had a good understanding of some local local languages ​​and customs in Somalia.

Even if you are alone, you can still get along with these turbid men, of course not like Li Xiaobai.

He took a warrior, and the two of them carried flashlights, and went to find the leaders of the indigenous tribes to inquire about the situation.

The dirt on the hill was also confused and reacted very slowly. Most of them were shocked by the sudden movements at the foot of the mountain and followed them to make noises.

As for the real situation, I am afraid I don’t know more about the Chinese than the Chinese. The noisy and upset at the moment is just a mess.

It took almost half an hour before the translator Lin Huan ran back with the latest news he found.

"Zhengwei, I heard that there were wild animals attacking the mountain at the foot of the mountain, and several people were dragged away, probably because they were eaten."

It is not in vain to tell the closest truth from a bunch of messy news that Xiaolin spent so much effort to run all the indigenous tribes on the hills, ask people one by one, and almost everything they say. Finally, he got the most reliable news from several indigenous tribe warriors with walkie-talkies.

"Beast? What a fuck!"

Luan Zhengwei was speechless. How lazy are these gangs of turtles? Is it difficult to light a few bonfires?

He was actually attacked by a wild beast?!

Shouldn't the beast hide?

There is really no one else!

"What the hell are they doing?"

Li Feng also thought it was nonsense. Didn’t these indigenous black people sort out the web of the mountain and the mountain before?

The beasts had already run away.

These turtle and black barbarians, even Ah San, are more reliable than theirs in doing things. They will actually fall into the bottom of the food chain. All beasts will bully them and drag them away. Are the weapons in their hands all French bread sticks?

On the edge of the Chinese camp, a white man shouted loudly with an RFB semi-automatic combat rifle: "Those beasts are coming! Be careful!"

The RFB semi-automatic combat rifle is somewhat similar to the Type 95. Both are unsupported structure rifles, with rear-mounted magazines and relatively compact layout.

There are still some differences. The rfb uses a front shell design and is a 7.62mm caliber NATO bomb. In Africa, it is relatively easy to find some bullets.

Huh?!

Even Americans remind themselves solemnly.

The Chinese people looked at each other in a row. Aren’t they just a few stupid beasts with great courage? As for being so nervous?

What does this mean?!-
Chapter completed!