Five tents were set up, four for people, and the one in the middle was used to store equipment.

The car has to be locked, and the things have to be watched tightly, otherwise, don't look at the dirty people smiling, friendly and kind, and in the blink of an eye, you can steal your things without even a screw.

To be precise, there is no concept of stealing in their minds, so how can black things be called "stealing"?

If you give them too many good looks!

These blacks will justifiably tell you Chinese people to get out, and then openly take what doesn't belong to them.

These people are born thieves and robbers, fearful of power but not virtuous, out-and-out barbarians!

Whoever gives them face is a slap in the face of his own people.

On the one hand, they have already plundered a considerable part of the local resources, and on the other hand, the local indigenous people are too difficult to discipline, and the corresponding management costs offset many profits.

But after that, the people of Africa got the democracy and freedom they coveted, and then fell into war and famine, the most obvious example being South Africa, which they deserved.

I didn't see that Huaxia could also export guns and ammunition to Africa and clear the inventory, which was completely at ease.

That's right, those black uncles need to defend their country and homeland.

Honestly, they might as well be colonized now!

"Xiao Huang, Xiao Chen, you keep an eye on something, don't let those people take it away. ”

Luan Zhengw, who often deals with indigenous tribes, knows this very well and asks the two to pay more attention.

"Luan Zheng Wei, Xiao Chen and I will pay more attention. ”

The driver, Xiao Huang, was carrying a 95-style on his back, holding a roll of bedding in his hand, and was ready to put his bedding into the tent in the middle with Xiao Chen, and the two were jointly responsible for taking care of it, and they would not leave anyone for 24 hours.

If the blacks wanted to steal something from right under their noses, they had to ask them if they had their guns in their hands if they agreed.

The indigenous blacks burned the poisonous snakes and poisonous insects here with a fire, and even if they lay on the ground, they did not have to worry about being bitten by accident.

In weather like this, a stretchy inflatable mattress and a bamboo or straw mat that don't even need a blanket are enough to sleep comfortably.

Having learned the lesson of the last time in the Papagana tribe, Luan Zheng Wei and the others carried plenty of guns and ammunition this time.

Not only did each person have a Type 95, but they also carried a sniper rifle of the same caliber, plus infrared imaging assistance.

If there was another night attack, they wouldn't be polite this time.

As soon as Li Bai and the others finished setting up camp, the leaders of those tribes sent people to invite the Huaxia people to participate in the discussion of the rain prayer activity.

The place of discussion was in the largest shed on the hill, and I don't know where to get the scaffolding pipes and fixtures, also covered with large tarps, which were not only tall, but also much stronger than the simple sheds tied with rattan and trees.

The tall shed also has wooden planks on the ground and a thick layer of straw mats, so you can sit and lie down at will, which shows a slight sense of class compared to the surrounding shacks, at least it doesn't look so foolish.

The invitees were Luan Zheng Wei and Li Bai, as well as Li Feng, the head of the medical team, and the translator, the first three corresponding to the chiefs, wizards, and elders of the indigenous tribes.

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

As soon as the Chinese people arrived, all kinds of flying insects flying in the scaffolding steel pipe shed scattered without warning, and the buzzing sound all the time was suddenly cleared.

The people of the indigenous tribes noticed this anomaly, and everyone stood up.

"Welcome, Huaxia people!"

"Welcome, Huaxia people!"

“......”

There are at least seven repeaters on the scene, and the leaders of these small tribes, at most, are at the level of village heads, and they have not seen much of the big world.

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

Strength determines status, the Chinese peacekeeping troops are strong, have guns, cannons and chariots, and are not short of money, they can replenish manpower from the country at any time, and they can easily wipe out their eight tribes by sending an infantry company at will.

If such a powerful existence is arranged in an inconspicuous corner, I am afraid that these eight tribes themselves will have to panic, for fear of being neglected, and their backhand will swatt them all to death like swatting flies.

As for the many restrictions on the peacekeeping force, it is not really possible to do whatever it wants.

As soon as they saw so many people and so many guns in the barracks, all of them were well-trained, and there were combat vehicles, they panicked in their hearts, and the weapons and equipment of the Somali government army were not necessarily as good as this peacekeeping force.

If it weren't for the fact that the Chinese peacekeepers easily dispatched more than 300 militants without firing a single shot, these indigenous tribes would not have been so respectful.

The leader of the Taqira tribe closest to Luan Zheng Wei said, "Luan, wait a while, there are still two tribes on the way!"

It's easy to tell the difference between those at the top and those at the bottom of an indigenous tribe.

Dressed well or neatly dressed and looking clean, there is basically nothing wrong with that.

If you still have a delicate cane in your hand, you are either a tribal leader, a shaman, or a high-ranking tribal elder.

As for the gray-faced, disheveled, and giggling at every turn, they are basically the lowest tribal civilians.

The leader of the Takira tribe in front of him was dressed in a clean white robe, and he was holding a golden cane in his hand.

The Tachira tribe is the most populous of the eight tribes, and its economic conditions are relatively the best, so it is also the closest to the representative of the Chinese peacekeeping force.

Luan Zheng Wei and the interpreter they brought with them quickly translated this sentence from the Tachira tribal leader into Chinese.

"Aren't there two other tribes?"

Luan Zhengwei glanced inside the scaffolding steel pipe shed.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, plus himself, a total of nine people, and the several tribes agreed in advance have all arrived.

The leader of the Takira tribe rubbed his cane and said, "There are also the Tagoma tribe and the Hosenmas tribe who also want to join us, we have been hesitating before, we didn't count them, but now we have made up our minds, they have set off since yesterday, and it is estimated that they will arrive soon." ”

Each tribe sends its own shamans to join in the rain prayer ceremony, and in the opinion of these indigenous tribal leaders, no matter how high or low the mana, the number of shamans is naturally as good as possible, and it is desirable to be able to gather all the shamans of all the tribes in Somalia to pray for rain to come, so that it will be truly foolproof.

If this drought continues, a larger-scale locust plague will continue to erupt, and it is not far from the smoke of war.

"There's still a lot of time, let's keep waiting!"

Waiting for the two new tribes to arrive was boring, with no tea or snacks, everyone just sat there.

Outside the scaffolding steel pipe shed, all kinds of shouting, singing and dancing, it was very lively, but inside it was silent.

People with status don't just make a loud noise, no matter where they are.

The upper echelons of these small tribes are very calm, and this is probably a way to show majesty, and probably no city people will squeak casually.

"Zheng Wei, Team Li, do you want tea?"

Li Bai's voice broke the silence.

"Oh!

"Bring me a drink. ”

Luan Zheng Wei and Li Feng replied reflexively.

On such a hot day, the climate is very dry, and even after sitting in the shade of the sun for a while, the throat is already starting to dry at this moment, but it is not yet time to use bottled water.

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

Li Bai waved his hand in front of him.

Several tea cans and a dozen tea bowls surrounded a small red clay stove, which appeared flat on the straw mat.

The mat made of elephant straw is very rough, and if the skin is tender, it may be scratched.

"Huh, where were you hiding?!"

Li Feng looked Li Bai up and down curiously, dressed in refreshing trousers and short sleeves, empty-handed, and didn't know where to find these things.

"It's a spell!"

Unscrewed the two bottles of mineral water and poured them all into the purple clay pot, Li Bai flicked his fingers, and a small flame fell into the tandoor, igniting the solid alcohol stored in it in advance.

The pale blue flame immediately rose up, enveloping the quaint purple sand teapot.

"What kind of spell?!It's obviously magic! Not honest, give me Tieguanyin, I'm used to drinking this." ”

Li Feng had heard Li Bai claim to be magician, how could he believe in his evil at this moment.

As for the interest in getting to the bottom of things, it certainly doesn't.

There are so many magic tricks in the world, there are houses and planes, the whole teapot, tea bowl and stove can only be regarded as pediatrics.

"The weather is hot, it is just right to drink bitter ding, cool and go to the fire, if the stomach is not good, it is better to choose black tea!"

It's not just that Li Feng is not interested, but even Luan Zhengwei is a spell or a magic trick, or a witchcraft, as long as the tea can be drunk, why bother so much?

The leaders of the other eight tribes, along with the wizards and elders, looked at each other in a somewhat stunned way.

In their cognition, there is only witchcraft and no magic, and changing things out of the air like this is simply a means of witchcraft.

Looking at the purple sand kettle steaming on the red clay stove, Qi Qi was stunned.

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