After receiving the order, the helicopter detachment immediately took off an oh6 reconnaissance helicopter. The pilot was still Sandman, the eldest brother. After all, he was the oldest among the pilots.
Soon the oh6 helicopter flew to Standard Oil's No. 2 drilling camp and picked up Shepard.
"See that road?"
"Saw it!"
Shepard pointed to the path that gradually entered the jungle.
"Then follow that path!"
"Are we in danger?"
Sandmann hesitated before asking.
"Probably not. Even if I'm in danger, won't I still have you? How could an ace pilot let anything happen to me?"
Shepard picked up an M14, pulled the bolt, checked it, and complimented the other party.
The bitter and resentful Sandmann sighed helplessly once again.
“I just escaped Vietnam and now I’m falling into the hands of African cannibals!”
"It's okay. Africans don't like eating white skin. It smells too bad and will cause diarrhea! They like to chop off their heads and use them as footballs!"
Shepard's comfort obviously didn't make Sandman feel better, but after all, where his salary was, Sandman still tried his best to fly the helicopter and hover over the jungle.
The action route of the guerrillas was far from secret, because they were also operating in large groups. Hundreds of people walking through the jungle and marching along the road were completely different concepts. Therefore, Shepard's tracking started very smoothly, but as time went by, As they went deeper into the jungle, the path below gradually forked. Some disappeared into the jungle, while others meandered and spiraled forward. This undoubtedly increased the difficulty. As a last resort, Shepard had no choice but to give up following the road. track.
"Pull up and see if there is anyone nearby!"
Soon oh6 rose from a height of tens of meters to hundreds of meters. Then Shepard looked around with a telescope, and finally saw some fuzzy black dots in the distance.
It was a very small village, with only about a dozen shabby thatched huts. The helicopter alerted the civilians inside. Many people got out of their houses and looked at the sky. Shepard could see many children shouting. They were shouting and jumping up and down, and some adults were pointing at the helicopter. He thought for a while and then opened the cabin door.
Sandman on the side saw Shepard opening the cabin door, and a look of hesitation flashed on his face, as if he had something to say, but he held it back in the end, and Shepard had no time to pay attention to the other person. He asked Sandman to Man lowered his height, and then threw a backpack of cans and candies down.
"Okay, let's go!"
"ah?"
Sandman looked at Shepard, a look of guilt flashed on his face, and then he raised the height and said.
"I blamed you wrongly, boss!"
"What's wrong?"
"I thought you opened the hatch to shoot those people below!"
"I'm mentally ill. Why should I shoot them? Bullets are free of charge."
"But in Vietnam, those pilots and cabin gunners loved doing it!"
"Those guys just relied on the Vietnamese to do anything to them. If there had been an anti-aircraft gun, those helicopters would have flown far away!"
"That's why I said, I wrongly blamed you! But why did you throw the candy?"
"Of course it's to close the relationship between the military and the people. Go ahead and go see other things!"
Soon Shepard looked at all the villages, large and small, within a radius of dozens of kilometers. However, the only one who threw candy was the first village. Shepard only marked the other villages on the map.
After struggling for a long time, Shepard allowed the helicopter to return. Then, he immediately found Hannibal and asked him to pick up more than a dozen boxes of cans, candies, and the like.
Although Hannibal was also puzzled, it was one thing to wonder, and it was one thing to perform a mission. He quickly got the cans. These things were not too common in the black market in Lubumbashi. This is also the usual outcome of US aid. .
After getting the cans, Shepard immediately had the cans loaded onto the plane, and then took off with about ten people and a translator, returning to the village where he first threw the candies.
This time, the helicopter did not throw objects at high altitude, but landed on the flat ground outside the village. Then, Shepard, who was wearing a bulletproof vest, picked up a few bags of candy and jumped out of the plane.
"Later, everyone's safety is turned off, the guns are pressed down, there are no orders, and no hostile behavior is allowed. If you mess up, you will go back to where you came from. Do you understand?"
Shepard gave special instructions to a group of Koreans. After all, these guys did bad things, but they were no worse than his masters.
As soon as they heard that they had screwed up and had to go home, the employees immediately swore repeatedly that nothing would go wrong.
Then Shepard took the lead towards the village. At this moment, the black uncles in the village were in chaos. The men shouted the local language and formed a useless defense line outside the village. The women packed up their belongings and prepared to run away. , obviously had a bad experience with this kind of thing.
Looking at Uncle Black holding weapons such as hunting knives and guns, Shepard stopped and raised his hands to show that he had no weapons. Then he took out a can and started eating. After taking a few bites, he put the can in his hand against The black uncles showed it for a while, and then threw a few more over, gesturing to the black uncles to have a taste.
Realizing that Shepard was not hostile, the black uncles carefully picked up the can. After confirming that it was really edible, everyone became less nervous. Then, Shepard signaled the translator to come up and speak.
"Ask their village chief if the elder is here!"
The translator nodded, and then jabbered in dialect, and then the men also jabbered for a while, and then an old black man who was quite old, gray-haired, but fat and strong came out.
"That guy is the elder!"
"Tell him we want to talk to him!"
Shepard's words were conveyed as they were, and the old man also squealed for a while after hearing them. The uncles holding weapons and throwing black weapons retreated and dispersed, leaving only the old man in place.
"He said he had nothing to talk about with the military!"
"Then ask him if he wants to make money, Daole, us Daole!"
After the translator complied with the instructions, the old man immediately stepped forward and spoke directly in French.
"It's never easy to make money for white people!"
“But I still make good money!”
Shepard immediately answered the other party in proficient French.
"I came here with sincerity, so don't let my sincerity become useless. After all, I still have so many subordinates watching, so it's always okay to make a friend to save face, right?"
"Do I have a chance to say no?"
Looking at the menacing dozen or so armed mercenaries, the old man smiled helplessly and then said.
"Then let's talk here. I'll ask my people to retreat and stay away from your village, and you'll tell your people to take it easy?"
"That couldn't be better!"
The old man nodded and agreed.
