"Maybe! But it's not wrong to be careful, set up two whistles tonight, Xiao Huang, Xiao Chen, you can discuss it yourself in the middle of the night, and the others, two more will come out and keep vigil together." ”

Luan Zhengwei felt that Alyssa's hint should not be so simple, and involuntarily raised his vigilance.

Li Bai nibbled on the grilled fish and said, "I'll be in charge of the second half of the night!"

A young and strong young man, there is no problem at all if he does not sleep for two or three days, and if he is himself, he can still hold on to ten days and ten nights without his eyes.

"No, you have a good rest, and prepare for tomorrow's prayer for rain! I came in the middle of the night, and I couldn't sleep anyway. ”

Luan Zhengwei felt that this night, even if he didn't keep vigil, he might not be able to sleep soundly.

Say the other way.

Alyssa returned to her own people.

Someone saw her walking back with a blank face, and asked, "Where did those Chinese people come from? Are they really from the peacekeeping forces?"

"It's a peacekeeper, and it's a gun, it's a Type 95. ”

Alyssa sat back down in her original position, picked up the uneaten military rations and continued to nibble.

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 who can possess Type 95 automatic rifles is the Chinese peacekeeping force.

If it is an ordinary person, under normal circumstances, the Chinese people will not carry firearms with them, especially to participate in the activities of local tribes, even if they carry guns, they are often burly bodyguards with a very intimidating appearance, and there are very few Type 95.

It is too easy for Huaxia's active-duty automatic rifles to show their official status, and to show them so openly is obviously to tell others that they are eating official meals from the Chinese government.

If this can be done, there will be no doubt about the identity of the Chinese peacekeeping force.

"They participate in the rain prayer rituals of the local natives, is there really a shaman?"

Professor Lance had heard some of the introductions of the tribes to pray for rain and was amazed.

It is normal for the Russian army to have Orthodox priests, and people all over the world know that Da Mao's battle priests can give blessings to AKs, fighter jets and submarines.

But isn't it a hell of a sorcerer in the army of the Chinese people?

Is the work of the intelligence community in recent decades all in vain?

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

Alyssa said that she did her best, but the Huaxia people were too cunning to cover up the sorcerer who participated in the rain prayer ceremony so well that they couldn't find it at all.

"Forget it, we weren't aiming at them in the first place. ”

Professor Lance shook his head, having finished his ration and holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

The conditions are limited, and you can only drink the 3-in-1 instant coffee in bags.

"But I reminded them to be careful!"

Alyssa said what she warned the Huaxia people.

"Did you reveal more information?"

Professor Lance did not mean to accuse Alyssa of being self-conscious.

Presumably, she must have her own intentions in doing this.

"No, that's all, that's all, if they come across it, they will definitely take the initiative to come to us. ”

Alyssa said what she was trying to do.

That's a dangerous factor, it's actually the same for the indigenous blacks, for the Chinese.

"That's fine! You're doing a good job, Elisa. ”

Professor Lance nodded.

Although some clues were revealed, they pulled the Huaxia people to their side, or more or less able to provide a little extra help.

"Hope it works!"

Alyssa also had the idea of hitting a rod first with or without dates.

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The hot pot that has been soaked for two hours, and the soup is added three times in the middle, and there is still a lot of charcoal left over from the burning of the soil blacks, and it seems that the hot pot can be boiled several times when put away.

Eleven people have eaten an incubator, and there are two incubators with ice packs like this, which can ensure a low temperature of minus for four days and four nights, and there is no need to worry about the spoilage of stored meat and quick-frozen food.

This is thanks to the fact that the RV and tow body are full of supplies, at least for now, only a little of them have been used, and the rest is enough for Li Bai to easily maintain a fairly comfortable life in Africa.

The last remaining hot pot soup was not discarded after all, but was cut off by the nearby blacks and taken away in pots and pans, presumably used as a sauce to worship their tribal leaders, wizards, and elders.

Luan Zhengwei and the others were a little embarrassed to think of the leftovers they had eaten, and finally being licked up as a delicious delicacy by the bigwigs of those indigenous tribes.

But those dirty people don't care, you don't want it, don't you want me to try it again?

The red oil soup base, which is soaked with a variety of vegetables, beef and mutton, meatballs, vermicelli and luncheon meat, is indeed full of the flavor of various foods, and the taste becomes even better, no wonder the chiefs, shamans and elders of the indigenous tribes have added a late-night snack to themselves with black barbecue and bread.

After dinner, the hill gradually quieted down, and occasionally the fierce ** voices of the earth blacks could be heard.

They don't have any family planning to say that they can give birth to as many people as they can, completely ignoring whether they can feed and support education after they are born.

This has also led to high rates of infant mortality and illiteracy.

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

After a dozen rounds of gunfire, it subsided again.

Although the screams and gunshots were no longer heard, the whole mountain was boiling.

The indigenous tribal warriors below the mountain would never shoot indiscriminately for no reason, and even that scream was a little unusual.

"What's going on?"

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

The fading bonfire, which had faded into flames, was also filled with firewood, and it flourished again, and the light of the fire everywhere reflected the light on the top of the hill.

Flashlights of the indigenous blacks are still scarce, only two or three kittens are wandering aimlessly, and in addition to this, there is only the faint light of mobile phones, which can illuminate a very limited range.

The Huaxia people here are a few outdoor camping light poles carried by Li Bai, and the brightness was turned up for the first time, illuminating the radius of fifty or sixty meters as if it were day.

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

"Someone shot at the bottom of the mountain, get up, don't sleep, hurry up. ”

Luan Zhengwei, who insisted on keeping vigil, held a Type 95 automatic rifle, looked around vigilantly, ready to fight at any time.

He wasn't worried about what was going on down the hill, just that the blacks in the neighborhood would get dazed and try to storm their location.

Sometimes, in the midst of the chaos, one's own people run blindly like headless flies, which is often more terrible than the impact of the enemy.

Others came out of their tents, each with a Type 95.

This time, the weapons carried will ensure that everyone is armed.

The Chinese peacekeepers stationed on the outskirts of Mogadishu, the capital of Somalia, are most in short supply of weapons and ammunition.

Even Li Feng, the head of the medical team, carried a Type 95 automatic rifle decently, pointed its muzzle at the ground, and gave Li Bai an extra one.

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

The Huaxia people kept their composure, but there was chaos around them, and the blacks were squeaking and screaming, not knowing what they were shouting.

There was still commotion at the foot of the mountain, but the gunshots never rang out again.

"Xiaolin, go and inquire. ”

Luan Zhengwei asked the translator to feel the situation, and he couldn't be so confused anymore.

Lin Huan, an interpreter accompanying the army, is not only proficient in Somali, Arabic and Italian, but also has a lot of knowledge of some local languages and customs in Somalia.

Even if he is alone, he can get along with these local blacks, of course, not Li Xiaobai's kind of fight.

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

The black people on the hill were also confused and very slow to react, and most of them were startled by the sudden movement at the bottom of the mountain, and they followed together to coax blindly.

As for the understanding of the real situation, I am afraid that there are no more than the Chinese people, and the current uproar is just a piece of chicken feathers.

It took almost half an hour for the translator Lin Huan to run back with the latest news he had inquired about.

"Zheng Wei, I heard that there was a sneak attack by wild beasts at the bottom of the mountain, and several people were dragged away, probably because they were eaten. ”

From a large pile of messy news, the closest to the truth was not in vain Xiaolin spent so much effort, running all the indigenous tribes on the hill quickly, looking for people to ask one by one, almost everything, and finally got the most reliable news from a few indigenous tribe warriors with walkie-talkies.

"Beasts, what's so special!"

Luan Zhengwei was speechless, how lazy are these Tuhei, is it difficult to light a few bonfires?

Actually attacked by a wild beast?!

Shouldn't the beast be hidden?

There's really no one left!

"What the hell are they doing?"

Li Feng also felt very nonsense, hadn't these indigenous blacks combed through the nets up and down the mountains before?

The beast has long since run out.

These black barbarians, even Ah San is more reliable than them in doing things, and they will be reduced to the bottom of the food chain, and the beasts will come to bully them, and they will drag people away. Are all the weapons in your hands French bread sticks?

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

The RFB semi-automatic combat rifle is somewhat similar to the Type 95 in that it is a rifle with a stockless structure with a rear magazine and a relatively compact layout.

There are still some differences, RFB uses a front-throwing shell design, and it is a 7.62 mm caliber NATO bullet, in Africa, the bullet is still relatively easy to find.

Hey?!

Even Americans remind themselves so solemnly.

The Chinese people looked at each other, weren't they just a few stupid beasts with fat guts, as for being so nervous?

What does this mean?!

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